Friday Flower Blogging
Apr. 22nd, 2005 07:09 pm |
| Yellow Prickly Pear Flowers Tucson, April 2005 |
Apr. 22nd, 2005
Generic Post (These are fun)
Apr. 22nd, 2005 07:29 pmI was up much too late last night. Why am I always tired these days?
I'm going on a trip next week, so I will agonize at length about what to take along and all the things I need to do before then. What worries me most is what I'm going to read.
I did something indicative of mild domestic incompetence, but no serious harm done.
At lunchtime I went for a walk. The campus is very pretty this week, but it's too hot. Some more flowers are out, and last week's have faded. I took lots of pictures, and posted some thumbnails below the cut.
I had a vague idea about the novel I'm not writing.
I finished reading a book a couple of days ago. I enjoyed the language and the descriptions of the setting, but was unconvinced by some of the details. The book displayed many of the author's usual quirks. The plot confused me a bit. Something was not quite right about the pacing, but I don't know enough about literature to be more specific. It reminded me of half a dozen other things I've read in the last few years; I'd like to go back and re-read some of them, but I can't because I have a backlog and am a slave to my plan to reduce it.
I have ordered / am impatiently awaiting the arrival of / have taken delivery of more books.
I have a new gadget. It is very shiny; the shininess reminds me of less shiny gadgets from the last couple of decades, and this makes me wistful for the days of my youth.
I'm going on a trip next week, so I will agonize at length about what to take along and all the things I need to do before then. What worries me most is what I'm going to read.
I did something indicative of mild domestic incompetence, but no serious harm done.
At lunchtime I went for a walk. The campus is very pretty this week, but it's too hot. Some more flowers are out, and last week's have faded. I took lots of pictures, and posted some thumbnails below the cut.
I had a vague idea about the novel I'm not writing.
I finished reading a book a couple of days ago. I enjoyed the language and the descriptions of the setting, but was unconvinced by some of the details. The book displayed many of the author's usual quirks. The plot confused me a bit. Something was not quite right about the pacing, but I don't know enough about literature to be more specific. It reminded me of half a dozen other things I've read in the last few years; I'd like to go back and re-read some of them, but I can't because I have a backlog and am a slave to my plan to reduce it.
I have ordered / am impatiently awaiting the arrival of / have taken delivery of more books.
I have a new gadget. It is very shiny; the shininess reminds me of less shiny gadgets from the last couple of decades, and this makes me wistful for the days of my youth.
Not quite so generic Friday post
Apr. 22nd, 2005 09:18 pmThe day started out hazy, which may have been partly due to the wildfire in the desert to the northwest, and got steadily greyer.
I spent much of the morning tidying my desk. I have two desks; a smallish one for the computer, where I spend most of my time, and a big battleship-grey thing that's mostly a repository for stray papers and other assorted detritus like junk mail and empty Amazon boxes. I cleared a bit of working space on both, and then reinstalled the keyboard that got sprinkled with coffee a couple of weeks ago. It worked fine, so now I am colour-coordinated -- but rattly -- again, and I've given back the nice new grey one.
The lunchtime walk was brief and frustrating. I've been watching the buds on a giant prickly pear down by Old Main for the last couple of weeks. Today a couple of them were finally open -- and my camera batteries went flat before I'd got a really good shot. My fault; I knew they were low yesterday, and completely forgot to recharge overnight. The light wasn't much good anyway.
About 6pm, the greyness reached its height, and suddenly there was a furious wind blowing dust and a spatter of moisture up the street. Half-a-dozen dead fronds came flying off the big palm tree across the intersection, and the mountains disappeared. Ten minutes later, all was calm again, and the mountains were back. I don't know it that was the sum total of the rain we've been half-promised, or if there's more to come.
Oh yes: one of my colleagues expressed interest in reading Steven Erikson, after I mentioned that I was reading a 1000+ page volume. (He travels a lot.)
I spent much of the morning tidying my desk. I have two desks; a smallish one for the computer, where I spend most of my time, and a big battleship-grey thing that's mostly a repository for stray papers and other assorted detritus like junk mail and empty Amazon boxes. I cleared a bit of working space on both, and then reinstalled the keyboard that got sprinkled with coffee a couple of weeks ago. It worked fine, so now I am colour-coordinated -- but rattly -- again, and I've given back the nice new grey one.
The lunchtime walk was brief and frustrating. I've been watching the buds on a giant prickly pear down by Old Main for the last couple of weeks. Today a couple of them were finally open -- and my camera batteries went flat before I'd got a really good shot. My fault; I knew they were low yesterday, and completely forgot to recharge overnight. The light wasn't much good anyway.
About 6pm, the greyness reached its height, and suddenly there was a furious wind blowing dust and a spatter of moisture up the street. Half-a-dozen dead fronds came flying off the big palm tree across the intersection, and the mountains disappeared. Ten minutes later, all was calm again, and the mountains were back. I don't know it that was the sum total of the rain we've been half-promised, or if there's more to come.
Oh yes: one of my colleagues expressed interest in reading Steven Erikson, after I mentioned that I was reading a 1000+ page volume. (He travels a lot.)