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Nov. 27th, 2006 11:58 pmApparently, as one set of stupid birds die off (presents to me from my cat), another set of stupid birds move in, are given a few months to become complacent, and then become presents in their turn. For my part, I could do without such gifts. I'm not convinced this one was a thrush though.
Watched Heroes episode seven tonight. It was interesting, although not as fun as some of the other episodes. There are more new character interactions though and that's interesting.
Reread Helm by Steven Gould today. It's a neat book - it explains without complete loss of history mass migration from earth, adherence to literacy and sanitation, allowing a clean society where people know about things like blood transfusions in the same world where they use swords and bows. It was the first book by Gould that I read and it's probably still my favourite, even if Blind Waves is loads of fun.
Found that I had actually read Paths Not Taken, the latest Nightside book after all and couldn't be bothered rereading it. I think I've only got three of the books we borrowed from Alessan left to read. On the other hand, tonight is the only week night that I'm actually home this week. Tomorrow is frisbee, Wednesday is grocery shopping, Thursday C. and I are going out to dinner with a couple from church to a Cambodian place before going to a meeting, Friday there is a quiz thing with the Dunedin RPG crowd. Saturday morning is frisbee practice. And sometime in all of this, I need to hit more gorse trunks with an axe. It's all about the instant gratification, baby.
C., as you may know, is studying for her MLS and her current paper is on archiving. I think it sounds fascinating. However, I was somewhat bemused to find from her tonight that due to issues with copyright and ownership, it is far less hassle for everyone involved if we just throw away all the old letters and schoolbooks and receipts and whatnot that we dug out from under the house when we were making room for the firewood than it is for us to donate them to somewhere like the Turnbull Library, as we have no clear title to them.
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atomicsusan, you don't happen to know a Rosalie MacGlaskin or MacDonald or someone associated with a catering company who lived here in the 1970s? There was a rotting lever arch file of old bills and recepits of which one of the more recent dates was 1977. I might yet go through some of the envelopes and see what stamps can be saved. There was an old photo album (April 1977, I think) full of photos of a young blonde girl. I think they were taken here, but some of them have surroundings (flat grass, wall of bush) where it's kinda hard to tell.
I used to think that finding something like this would be a fascinating treasure and I would love to sift through it all. I neglected to realise just how much the rot and the mold and the junk would put me off. My versions of finding this sort of stuff tended to involve a dry attic where things might crumple, but it would be due to age and dryness, not a slow compost into the ground under the house.
We really need to own our own house...
Watched Heroes episode seven tonight. It was interesting, although not as fun as some of the other episodes. There are more new character interactions though and that's interesting.
Reread Helm by Steven Gould today. It's a neat book - it explains without complete loss of history mass migration from earth, adherence to literacy and sanitation, allowing a clean society where people know about things like blood transfusions in the same world where they use swords and bows. It was the first book by Gould that I read and it's probably still my favourite, even if Blind Waves is loads of fun.
Found that I had actually read Paths Not Taken, the latest Nightside book after all and couldn't be bothered rereading it. I think I've only got three of the books we borrowed from Alessan left to read. On the other hand, tonight is the only week night that I'm actually home this week. Tomorrow is frisbee, Wednesday is grocery shopping, Thursday C. and I are going out to dinner with a couple from church to a Cambodian place before going to a meeting, Friday there is a quiz thing with the Dunedin RPG crowd. Saturday morning is frisbee practice. And sometime in all of this, I need to hit more gorse trunks with an axe. It's all about the instant gratification, baby.
C., as you may know, is studying for her MLS and her current paper is on archiving. I think it sounds fascinating. However, I was somewhat bemused to find from her tonight that due to issues with copyright and ownership, it is far less hassle for everyone involved if we just throw away all the old letters and schoolbooks and receipts and whatnot that we dug out from under the house when we were making room for the firewood than it is for us to donate them to somewhere like the Turnbull Library, as we have no clear title to them.
atomicsusan, you don't happen to know a Rosalie MacGlaskin or MacDonald or someone associated with a catering company who lived here in the 1970s? There was a rotting lever arch file of old bills and recepits of which one of the more recent dates was 1977. I might yet go through some of the envelopes and see what stamps can be saved. There was an old photo album (April 1977, I think) full of photos of a young blonde girl. I think they were taken here, but some of them have surroundings (flat grass, wall of bush) where it's kinda hard to tell. I used to think that finding something like this would be a fascinating treasure and I would love to sift through it all. I neglected to realise just how much the rot and the mold and the junk would put me off. My versions of finding this sort of stuff tended to involve a dry attic where things might crumple, but it would be due to age and dryness, not a slow compost into the ground under the house.
We really need to own our own house...
