I approve of all the Beethoven that’s going around the internet airways like an epidemic. An epidemic of AWESOME AND STRING QUARTETS ( Read more... )

Yesterday I had Ravel’s Bolero stuck in my head and hummed it at work all afternoon ( Read more... )

Happy Valentine’s Day! Or Happy Pan-Universal Be Who You Are Day (thanks, Kristin Cashore!). I don’t have particularly strong feelings about Valentine’s Day one way or another, except that it is inevitably followed by the Second-Greatest Candy Sale Day of the Year (the Greatest Candy Sale Day of the Year being Nov. 1), about which I do have strong ( Read more... )

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

My darlings, I have not dropped off the face of the planet-though it sort of feels like it-no, I am in California, and here I stay for the foreseeable future. Mind you, I can only deal with the future about two weeks in advance, so you see the problem with my life planning skills right here ( Read more... )

I've been blazing through a lot of books lately! In reverse order they are:

Unspoken by Sarah Rees Brennan (Modern Gothic lady reporter shenanigans with magic. Liked it v. much once the introductory chapters were out of the way! Love the quippiness! Look, I love quippiness; I know some people don't. Deal with it.)
The Storyteller by Antonia ( Read more... )

I've been trying to make my posts more thematically linked and less random, but I don't really feel like sorting through all the thoughts I've had since my last post, so you're going to get an old-fashioned rambly epistolary sort of thing like I used to write back when I had adventures and no job. Here you will find detailed descriptions of food, ( Read more... )

Yesterday during the rainstorm I was in the library to pick up a book, as I often am, and was browsing the poetry section looking for Pushkin. See, I read yuki_onna ’s new book Deathless a few days ago, and while it’s pretty stark for her (which would be linguistically lush and layered for anyone else), I ate it up, and it’s making me remember a big book of ( Read more... )

A: A puppy that tries to leap into your zipped hoodie, while you're wearing it, in a frantic joyful search for more cuddles. While you're already petting said puppy.One of our office-types at work brought her new puppy down to the sales floor for a few minutes, where it happily snuffled around and was petted and cooed at and cuddled. So soft! So ( Read more... )

This is why I'm going to wind up being a copyeditor, which has got to be pretty much the only publishing job worse than being an editor.

I should probably mention that I really, really want to be an editor.

FML.