A Weekend of Accomplishments
I am quite satisfied with mine actions of the weekend variety. I actually managed to get a lot of important stuff done (although I will admit that I still have plenty left).
For starters, I got up at 7:15 am on Saturday and had myself a cup of tea, followed by a light breakfast. Around 8 or 8:30, I started reading my mom's proof of my translation - for those of you unaware of this, "my translation" refers to a teen/young adult novel I finished translating a good three years ago and have been meaning to make seaworthy ever since - and got through a good four fifths of it in two and a half hours. That's about 40.000 words of proofreading. *phew* Now I only need to read the last twenty or so pages with an extremely attentive eye, as mom hasn't read those yet. I also restarted work on the first sequel, and am progressing nicely.
If you're curious about the book:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0689878559/sr=8-1/qid=1154332703/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-6736317-3231940?ie=UTF8
Anyway, the rest of my Saturday was decidedly less progress-oriented: I went to an art exhibition up in Kópavogur (works by Kjarval and Guðmundur frá Miðdal) with my folks, and thence to work for the late shift from 3-9. Stopped by at Theó and Helga's place for a grill party on my way back home, and ended up chatting with Helga (and Jói to some extent) about German literature for most of the time I was there. At some point during this time, mom earned my eternal gratitude by putting the rest of my postcards in the mail.
Sunday, however, was the real progress day. I overslept a little - forgot to set my alarm, I guess, and thus didn't get up until about 8:40 - but nonetheless managed to get a little work done in the early morning. Mom, Hafsteinn and Skúli left to pick up Geirþrúður and her best friend Rose at the airport around noon, and I headed for parts downtown to be ensconced in the Reykjavík City Library for the extent of its (measly four-hour) Sunday opening hours.
Buuut.
I missed the bus.
And went on my bike.
And was drenched.
I was, in fact, so drenched that I decided to go purchase a new pair of pants (something I've been needing for a while now, as shorts aren't exactly much good in this climate) right then and there. Got myself a nice pair of fleece hiking pants - quite tight, so they stay compact under raingear, but very flexible and extremely warm. Armed with these, I headed for the library, where I read most of a geology paper I've been studying and translated half a chapter of the second volume of the Alanna series. Thence I was called to a family viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean - SHAZZAM, that movie only gets better with repeated viewings! - and a lovely chicken dinner. And thence to bed.
Be wary: Rantage coming up...serious rantage. I've been needing to let of some steam regarding movie theaters and radio stations for a while now, and I suspect that one fine morning this week the cork will pop.
For starters, I got up at 7:15 am on Saturday and had myself a cup of tea, followed by a light breakfast. Around 8 or 8:30, I started reading my mom's proof of my translation - for those of you unaware of this, "my translation" refers to a teen/young adult novel I finished translating a good three years ago and have been meaning to make seaworthy ever since - and got through a good four fifths of it in two and a half hours. That's about 40.000 words of proofreading. *phew* Now I only need to read the last twenty or so pages with an extremely attentive eye, as mom hasn't read those yet. I also restarted work on the first sequel, and am progressing nicely.
If you're curious about the book:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0689878559/sr=8-1/qid=1154332703/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-6736317-3231940?ie=UTF8
Anyway, the rest of my Saturday was decidedly less progress-oriented: I went to an art exhibition up in Kópavogur (works by Kjarval and Guðmundur frá Miðdal) with my folks, and thence to work for the late shift from 3-9. Stopped by at Theó and Helga's place for a grill party on my way back home, and ended up chatting with Helga (and Jói to some extent) about German literature for most of the time I was there. At some point during this time, mom earned my eternal gratitude by putting the rest of my postcards in the mail.
Sunday, however, was the real progress day. I overslept a little - forgot to set my alarm, I guess, and thus didn't get up until about 8:40 - but nonetheless managed to get a little work done in the early morning. Mom, Hafsteinn and Skúli left to pick up Geirþrúður and her best friend Rose at the airport around noon, and I headed for parts downtown to be ensconced in the Reykjavík City Library for the extent of its (measly four-hour) Sunday opening hours.
Buuut.
I missed the bus.
And went on my bike.
And was drenched.
I was, in fact, so drenched that I decided to go purchase a new pair of pants (something I've been needing for a while now, as shorts aren't exactly much good in this climate) right then and there. Got myself a nice pair of fleece hiking pants - quite tight, so they stay compact under raingear, but very flexible and extremely warm. Armed with these, I headed for the library, where I read most of a geology paper I've been studying and translated half a chapter of the second volume of the Alanna series. Thence I was called to a family viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean - SHAZZAM, that movie only gets better with repeated viewings! - and a lovely chicken dinner. And thence to bed.
Be wary: Rantage coming up...serious rantage. I've been needing to let of some steam regarding movie theaters and radio stations for a while now, and I suspect that one fine morning this week the cork will pop.