"Too much noise," he says.
I now have 40 pages of typed-up, transcribed letters saved to my hard drive (which is better than being saved to a disk, because obviously my backpack has a transdimensional hole in it that gobbles up only the disks I need but leaves behind the glob of disks containing family reunion pictures that I oh so obviously don't need). The files are slightly easier to read than the originals, but you don't get the cool texture of the paper, the grain of the ink, or the funky old-paper smell. On the other hand, the originals don't have the find function either.
This also means I'm writing my ass off this weekend in an attempt to have two presentable papers ready to give to my professor. Especially fun, when I don't really know what the devil I'm writing about. I don't dislike research. I dislike pulling it together into something with a thesis.
Not in a proper mood to enjoy new Who-ness, even if REG is rather wonderfully...something. Maybe next week will be better. Already noting the usual Cornell suspects from the first episode. This should probably worry me more than it does, as I haven't read any Cornell in a few years. But then, I have a Stupid Memory that can note things like that but not remember other things, like how old I am or what somebody said to me five minutes ago.
And on a slightly cheerier note, ask and ye shall receive, yeah? Was all set to take the plunge and buy more icons, but--hey. I can settle with five more. Sweetness. I have gone almost entirely retro.
This also means I'm writing my ass off this weekend in an attempt to have two presentable papers ready to give to my professor. Especially fun, when I don't really know what the devil I'm writing about. I don't dislike research. I dislike pulling it together into something with a thesis.
Not in a proper mood to enjoy new Who-ness, even if REG is rather wonderfully...something. Maybe next week will be better. Already noting the usual Cornell suspects from the first episode. This should probably worry me more than it does, as I haven't read any Cornell in a few years. But then, I have a Stupid Memory that can note things like that but not remember other things, like how old I am or what somebody said to me five minutes ago.
And on a slightly cheerier note, ask and ye shall receive, yeah? Was all set to take the plunge and buy more icons, but--hey. I can settle with five more. Sweetness. I have gone almost entirely retro.