tysolna: (Mr Spock)
The annoying thing about a library book is when someone else has left their mark upon it. Underscores, notes, annotations. In pencil - sensible, but then why not erase them before bringing the book back? - in felt tip, or even with yellow marker. And don't get me started on people who tear out whole chapters. Defacing books is never a good idea.

Although I admit I did find a funny thing the other day which was apparently a discussion between at least four people who, one after the other, had borrowed the book... but I digress.

What feels even worse is when people pencil in translations. These are English books, and I know the courses taught with them, and yes, they are English spoken. You need a translation for a word, fair enough. Heck, I do too, sometimes. But why would you pencil in a translation into a book that will not stay in your possession? Where's the logic in that?

Long story short - get thee a dictionary; make notes on seperate pieces of paper. If you want to study English Lit, learn the language. That will be one of the first things I will tell my students, when the time comes.
tysolna: (take me away)
Reading about the history of transport in Australia while listening to Respighi's works puts one in a peculiar headspace. Not a bad one, mind, just very very strange. And now I know more about the development of Australia's railways than I ever wanted to. But I have the feeling it will be useful knowledge one day. Fingers crossed.
Besides, Respighi is wonderful music. Ah, Fontane di Roma...

And then I went and relaxed by making my first animated lj icon, of a particularly squeeful scene in the last Torchwood episode which stuck in my mind, and which you can see behind the spoiler cut. The icon, not the scene or my mind.
this one )

Oh, and one more thing... Mental Suicide Bombings? *rab* :-D
tysolna: (tardis shell)
Do you know what's exceedingly good for a sore, slightly swollen throat?
Gargling with ice-cold Slivovitz.

Started and finished a 300 page book today ("Tyranny of Distance", about Australian history and how it was influenced by geography - fascinating read); going to have to extract the quotes tomorrow, it needs to go back to the interlibrary loan desk on Friday.

Last night, I dreamt that I wanted to divorce the 9th Doctor so I could marry the 8th Doctor, but after we found desiccated Dalek mutants in a rocket in the front garden (they were of course revived by some Mad Scientist) and the 9th Doctor was almost killed in an accident involving Daleks and a model train set, I changed my mind, and he and I went off to live in a haunted house in London.
My mind is just weird.
tysolna: (girl studying)
It's Sunday evening. Although I am still not running on full power, I am so sick and tired of being sick that I have decided to ignore it come Monday morning. The place is a mess, work is waiting, and I think two and a half weeks of sick leave is enough.

Many worries piling up again. I'll be out of a job come January; Cardiff didn't want me (no surprises there); bills flowing in; etc.
On the other hand, think about it. If I write five pages a day for the next forty days, I'll have the damn thing finished. The question is, can I write five pages a day, each day, for the next forty days? We'll see.
Had a talk with my Prof last week, which was good. I started insisting on some help and attention, and will get it. She'll get one mail per week from me starting Tuesday.

Edit: Oh, and if anyone here could recommend a funny book? I'm looking for a book that makes me laugh while reading it; intelligently funny, punny, and lighthearted. I could use a laugh.
tysolna: (medieval king)
So I'm at work again (if I am healthy enough to play a gig tonight, I am healthy enough to work; still, I will probably swallow some "instant health"-pills tonight), and digitizing the tapes. I'm at S, finally, and it's Shakespeare-Time. At the moment, it's Hamlet (with Gielgud), and I am surprising myself at how many lines I still know.
My memory isn't that bad, after all.
tysolna: (lazy woman)
Just in time, I remembered that I still have a 5 Euro voucher at amazon.de, which would have run out tomorrow (I took part in their online survey, and everyone who took part got that voucher). So I finally bought Diane Duane's "Wizard's Holiday", for a whopping 1,49. Yay!

Still sick, still running a temperature, still voiceless. Sick sucks. There's a concert tonight I was planning to go to, but now my mom is getting the ticket. Bleh.

Still, today, there is a lot more Yay! than Bleh. And that is good.
tysolna: (tube train)
So I'm sat in the "new office" of ours, the ex-copy room, and let me tell you, it stinks of toner and copier and yuck. I wish I could open the window, but there are roadworks outside and with the window open, the stench of tar permeates the room, which is even worse.

There's a lot of running around to be done in the afternoon, the most important of which is going to be convincing the bank not to cancel my overdraft credit. Bloody bastards.

The classes I hold at the adult education centre will probably not take place, there are too few registrations. Which means that I won't continue to work there.

Band rehearsal is switched from Tuesday to Friday, which means that I'll be able to pander to my House / Monk addiction on Tuesdays.

Yesterday, while reading and mentally dissecting a lecture on Australian literature, my mind started regurgitating a lot of thoughts and ideas, which I promptly wrote down. Good stuff there, too. Now, if only I found the knack again to put these thoughts into a coherent whole.

No word yet from Cardiff. Will continue looking.
tysolna: (medieval king)
Good thing about inter-library loans: You get books you would usually have to buy.
Bad thing about inter-library loans: You can only keep the books for three weeks, with no extensions.
Good thing about photocopiers: They exist.


My parents are getting new furniture for their living room. They will also paint the walls and get a new carpet because, as mum says, they probably won't do it again and so might as well do it the right way.
The upshot of this is that I now have, in my living room, a new table which used to stand downstairs. A real honest-to-goodness living room table instead of the ex-garden thing that stood there until yesterday. It looks great.


I was out clothes shopping with mum today. She actually bought me a skirt - a light, sandy brown chequered overknee thing with a certain air of British Schoolgirl-ness. Then I went and bought a fitting lipstick. All I need now are some cool boots.
Good grief. Am I turning into a Chav?
tysolna: (doctor don't look back)
Last night was the much-awaited premiere of Puccini's Turandot at the local opera house.
The music was fantastic; the orchestra, the choir, the soloists were all very, very good. Nessun Dorma got a thunderous applause, and there were standing ovations and lots of curtain calls, and rightfully so I think.
The staging, however, is nothing to write home about. For an opera which is so much about love and blood, it was rather colourless. At least it didn't distract from the music. And the music was grand.

Also yesterday was the annual local language library book sale. Since I had this deal with the librarian (I donated many books to the library, and in turn I would get a hefty discount here), I managed to grab 50 books for 50 cent each. All of the Darkover books are now mine, as well as all science fiction books they had, Nimoy's "I am Spock", a book on Tolkien, Laurence Olivier's biography, a dictionary of myths and symbols, and a couple of large-size illustrated books on painters, on gargoyles, and the universe. And more. Cookbooks, too. And I wish I would have gotten even more, but I restricted myself.

The latter half of last week was so busy that I neglected a couple of things, which I will try and catch up on today and tomorrow. Although I don't know how much I can get done today, given that in four hours I'll be picked up for band rehearsal.
I wonder if we will get to play the new instrumentals we rehearsed at an extra meeting last friday. It was such fun to simply get together and play!
If and when I leave for coasts yet unknown, there will be many things here that I will miss. Friday, I realized that one of the things that will hurt most leaving will be the band.
tysolna: (springseil)
Man, I feel accomplished!
Finished one book today which was a long time a-reading, one step closer to the goal (check - yep, pearl's still there). Then, I sat down and wrote two, yes, two short stories in one afternoon, that's almost 3000 words worth of storytelling.
I also did the dishes, helped with the ironing, read a few chapters of The Eyre Affaire (ok, [livejournal.com profile] athenais, you win - I love the book), and watched two episodes of "Look Around You", a very strange, yet fascinating look at the future as seen from the 1970s, made last year.
Oh, yes, and after lunch, I played Sims for half an hour. My first Sim was killed because he couldn't get out of the toilet at a Café - the saxophone player insisted on standing in the doorway playing.
Now I'm going to watch another episode of "Look Around You", and then I'll head off to bed, since tomorrow wants getting up early again.
All in all, not bad for a Wednesday.
tysolna: (no thanks)
I just tried to prebook a book out of our local University library.

The system wouldn't let me.


I already have it lying here.

*shakes head and goes back to work*

Edit: Make that two books.

Edit2: Make that three.
tysolna: (medieval king)
In my spare time (hah!)... Ok. I have a rule: The books I am reading in the kitchen and the bathroom are "fun books", "spare time" books because I can't be bothered with criticism texts early in the morning or while eating lunch. I read enough of them during the day.

Anyway! In my spare time, I've been re-reading the Harry Potter series. Not only has this made me appreciate Rowling's ability to plot and use continuity, it has also made me appreciate "Order of the Phoenix". It is a lot better than I remembered it from the first, admittedly rushed, reading. The same goes for "Half-Blood Prince", where I've just reached one of the final chapters, the one where the thing happens that was a Big Effing Spoiler when that book came out, even though a friend of mine knew what would happen beforehand.
So, we were all wondering about that "Severus, please...", right? And do you know what, I think I figured it out!
cut in case this is considered this a spoiler, well, you never know, better to be on the safe side and all that; besides, this must be rather uninteresting for people who're not into Harry Potter )

... and why can't I have brainwaves like this about stuff that matters? :D

Book Meme

Aug. 4th, 2006 09:06 pm
tysolna: (books)
Tagged in a very sneaky way by [livejournal.com profile] bibliophile1887 and [livejournal.com profile] pet_lunatic.

1. One book that changed your life? My first-grade textbook. It taught me to read.

2. One book you have read more than once? Among the many books I have read more than once is Janet Kagan, Uhura's Song.

3. One book you would want on a desert island? An encyclopedia.

4. One book that made you laugh? Anything by Terry Pratchett, really.

5. One book that made you cry? J.R.R.Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, the last page, the last sentence.

6. One book you wish had been written? Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt

7. There is no question 7, apparently. Do we get to make up our own, then?

8. One book you are currently reading? Among the many books I am reading right now is Nalo Hopkinson, Brown Girl in the Ring.

9. One book you have been meaning to read? James Joyce, Ulysses.

10. Now tag five people. Jenkins... chaps with books there, five people, rapid!
tysolna: (girl studying)
I finally found a program for to make literature lists (sees people cringe at the grammar *Eg*). It's bloody brilliant. Searchable entries, key words, quote organization, and, and, and. I don't know half of what this program can do.
Combine that with 24/7 internet access and the ability of said program to search libraries in Germany, and all I have to do is enter the ISBN number and click "download" to get all the details up to and including a cover scan where available.
Now, I'll have to copy the ISBN numbers of the books I've already catalogued, and we're in business.
tysolna: (omgwtfcookies!!)
I may not be a Polymath, but I certainly am polycurious. Of course, there are things that wouldn't interest me at first glance - chartered accountancy, for instance - but I am sure that there are things that would at some point of my life be interesting to me, and that I would want to learn about. I think my favourite question is still "why", closely followed by "how". The "random page" feature at Wikipedia is a source of endless fascination to me, even though it occasionally gives me a lot of towns in the US.
One of the problems arising out of being polycurious is that more often than not I lose sight of what I am supposed to be doing and grab something else instead: "Ooh, shiny!" I then have to force myself to stick to the job at hand and drop the "Become a Magician in six easy lessons"-handbook. I have the attention span of a cat - I can focus intently on a metaphorical mouse until the perfect time to pounce has come, but I can also be distracted by any pretty butterfly that flutters past. And like a cat, I have a long-term memory that leaves something to be desired. Perfect recall it isn't.

I've just been distracted by the first Harry Potter book which I am re-reading after a rather long time. It's interesting to see how much forshadowing there is in the first four chapters of the first book alone, and re-reading all the books will probably give me a lot of theories on what will happen next. Totally unneccessary, of course, but you never know when this might come in handy.
But I still prefer Diane Duane's "Young Wizard"-series to Harry Potter.


May. 4th, 2006 10:41 am
tysolna: (stack of books)
How strange is that... I'm at work again, that is, the work I had to do today is done and the tape is whirring away digitizing Coleridge, and I've used the net access not only to do some research, but also get a handful of free Tarot readings because it's spring and I felt like it.
And in three out of four readings, on different pages, the same card turns up in the "self"-position: the Nine of Swords. Coincidence?

It's brilliant sunshine out there today, and warm, and my brain feels like a dried-out sponge waiting for information it can soak up. The thought of books and libraries and my bookshelves at home makes me giddy. All that knowledge on the ledges! Read, read, read!

Oh, yeah, lest I forget: The gig on the 30th was very much OK. We played until we dropped, almost literally, because they didn't want to let us go - we started at nine, playing a set on the hour until two in the morning. Six sets. And we only have 25 songs, which means that the more party-oriented rocking ones were played three times at least. I agree with our bass player that it will be some time until I want to play those songs again, as much fun to play as they are.
I hope the recordings that were made last week on Thursday and Sunday are of good quality, because I promised a few people I'd send them copies. Fingers crossed!

Here's another coincidence for you: Today's featured article on Wikipedia is about the Albatross; the Coleridge playing at the moment is Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Ah, I love humans, always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.

PS: Would I be completely off my rocker to want to hear Coleridge read by Tom Baker or Brian Blessed?
tysolna: (face like me)
Lower Saxony, 2006. It was a rainy day, with only a few peeks of sunshine poking through the miserable grey clouds. The house was cold, as it was close to Easter and some clever guy had turned off the heating, supposing that no-one would be here in the afternoon except for a few struggling students. But here I was, sitting in the computer language lab bureau, alone except for the coffee on the table and some sugar-free chewing-gum in the top drawer for company.

My job was to digitize tapes. Old tapes that no-one had touched for years, if not decades. Old tapes with English Literature on them, poetry, drama, important stuff. But then, it happened. I reached the letter "C", after a lot of Auden and Austen, of Bronte and Beckett, of Byron and Blake, and there he was: Chandler.

Raymond Chandler.

Three novels, dramatized by the BBC, no less.

Now, reading this would be perfect stuff over the Easter holidays. However, as usual when I want to check something out of the Uni library which is either not High Literature or Really Important, it's in the magazine, which means it will only be there for pick-up the next day. And guess what the next day is? Correct: Good Friday. They're closed.
Good thing I still have my city library card. Off I go - wish me good hunting!

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Mar. 12th, 2006 05:51 pm
tysolna: (highland fling)
On the negative side, I feel a bit sick today; my stomach's fed up and my head was hurting. I probably ate something which didn't agree with me at a friend's - our drummer's - birthday party yesterday, even though I was very careful which foodstuffs to choose. I'm guessing it was the one sausage (Wiener), which I can't always get away with at the best of times. I evaded all the sugar, even when temptation in the form of the host's wife shoved it right under my nose, but I did drink two glasses of red wine and one shot of whiskey - the host is a whiskey lover and collects medium rare vintages, and is very liberal with his hobby, letting friends taste them. I got home at two in the morning. All of this probably explains why I don't feel like cooking today and will live on bread and tea alone; this will also alleviate my bad conscience at having sinned yesterday.

On the plus side, I had a whale of a time yesterday. The band was there, sans singer, and the usual friendly bickering was much enhanced by the atmosphere. We occupied the living room, while most of the other guests were in the kitchen - it is strange how people gravitate towards the kitchen at parties. Sometimes, we were visited by other guests, who were occasionally looking at us strangely. Yep, we're the weird musicians, alright.

Also on the plus side, not feeling up to much today has resulted in me reading on in the Norton Anthology, specifically Gawain and the Green Knight, in a translation to modern English which nevertheless manages to capture the alliterations and rhythm of the original, as far as I could see. Beautiful, and very fascinating, both in how people and actions are described, but especially in light of how the perfection of nobility and honour was apparently valued higher than life itself. Although I am sure there are depths, allusions and cultural references hidden in there that my modern mind cannot see, so I won't judge what goes on within the work until I do more research in that area.

And finally on the plus side, it was a great day today weather-wise, sun shining and reflecting off a light dusting of snow, birds singing, very good to walk outside for a breath of fresh air, which always gets rid of a hangover headache.
tysolna: (tysolna's avocado)
I feel good (deedledeedledeedledeet)
I knew that I would (deedledeedledeedledeet)
I feel good (deedledeedledeedledeet)
I knew that I would now (deedledeedledeedledeet)
So good (bap bap) so good (bap)
'cause I got...

.. what? Good question. Tangibles, please! *ponders*

I got my job application back with a "Thanks but no thanks". I'm going to pretend I was rejected on account of being over-qualified. Shame, I could've used the money. No matter, I'll have a look at temp jobs tomorrow.

I have a five-string banjo here that's looking for a new owner. Just one more thing I want to get rid of. Simplify, simplify, less stuff, more space.

The puzzle mind map on my study wall is slowly filling up with notes and ideas. I still have the feeling that I'm taking two steps forward, one step back, but slow as it is, it is a movement towards my goal.

I just saw something on tv (arte, again) about what makes people creative, geniuses or savants. If what they say is true, I could do with more dopamine in my life. Dopamine is apparently also produced / released by activity. I'm going swimming tomorrow.

Since my "Ahì me"-post last week, I've finished three books, and browsed / speed read three more. I'm also kicking my body into gear, since a tired body makes for a good night's sleep.

It's getting cold and snowy again. Why, oh why?

I am convinced that poultry will be cheap in the oncoming weeks (before it gets really expensive); I'm glad I have a freezer now, I'll stock up a little.

It's confirmed: My band's got a gig on April 27th, this time in our home town. All the better to really suck in front of people who know us.

And finally, I am surprised what kind of music people choose for figure skating. I'm also surprised at some versions of classical pieces I heard recently, also at figure skating. And I wonder how many people go into record shops these days, trying to find out and thereby trying the patience of the salespeople with queries for "the music that played when such-and-such skated, you know?"


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