The library expands

Today I added two books to my library, and by extension to my to be read pile. Empress by Karen Miller (enjoyed her Kingmaker Kingbreaker series, despite a few disappointments) and Stardust by Neil Gaiman, who I am ashamed to admit I have never read.

PATTOTE: So many books, so little time

Made in China

This, ladies and gentlemen, is called
irony.

Heebie Jeebies

Yuck

Progress

Today I left my scarf at home.

PATTOTE: The warmth! The warmth is coming!

Watch out for weirdness

I've updated and finangled, so things might look a little odd while I sort things out. Consider this a very wordy "under construction" sign.

PATTOTE: Better living through a fresh new look (and answering my poll)

Scene on a tube

The question must be asked - why did the guy I saw on the tube have a unicycle in one hand and a hockey stick in the other?

The nature of indecisiveness

Does anybody else get themselves into a knot about favouring one thing over another? Even when I was little I used to feel horribly guilty when I chose one toy over another, imagining that the other toy was feeling abandoned and forlorn, or even worse, angry and bent on revenge. Of course, this left me never able to choose a favourite. Asked what my favourite book was, I’d be paralysed with the fear of leaving something out, so “I can’t pick one” became my stock phrase, blurted out and bringing every conversation to a crashing halt.

Which is how I ended up having a furious under-the-breath argument with myself on the train about which Jane Austen novel I’d rather be stuck on a desert island with (sidebar: shouldn’t this be a deserted island?). I was reading Persuasion at the time and made the mistake of remarking to myself that I like this one best. Except I can’t like it best because I like Pride and Prejudice best. Although Persuasion is her most advanced and adult work. But that’s what I like Mansfield Park for. They can’t be equal in status. Can they? No, what about Emma? Or Sense and Sensibility? I like them so much my hypothetical children will be called Emma and Elinor! Caught! I’m caught in the web of my own over-rationalisation.

PATTOTE: Better living through Northanger Abbey, which I didn’t mention in this post but which is a brilliant work in it’s own right.

Ask a simple question

I got into an argument with a coworker today on the nature of simplicity (based on my previous post about how people are too complicated). He maintains that it’s all very simple and we make it complicated because we think there’s more to “it” than “this”. What it and this is still up for discussion.

Anyway, he thinks that we should be children, because children know it all. I say this is a cop-out, because the only reason children are “simple” is because they don’t have all the information. By information I mean they aren’t privy to the societal and emotional cues that we develop as we become adults, and which I believe make things complicated. He believes there is no information, that we’re not developing and that only the things around us do. He used the fact that every society has contemplated the human condition without an answer ie there is no answer and understanding that returns us to simplicity.

I feel that saying because thousand-year old books don’t have an answer means we won’t ever have answers means nothing – only that your argument has a thousand-year head start.

I just feel that we are complicated, and saying we’re simple is too easy. I think that in our development from what we were to what we are now (whether we’re hardwired for progress, or biologically geared for survival) we’ve lost and gained communication skills. We communicate more effectively verbally, but have lost the ability to read body language as effectively. We may wish we were simple, but we’re not. Thoughts?

Why are people so confusing?

Why must people be so hard to read, but so easy to misread? Why can't we develop ESP and be done with all this reading between the lines rubbish? It would be so much simpler if every man was really an island. Calm. Peaceful. Quiet.

Oops

So of the books I've read so far this year, only one has any kind of literary importance. Woops. Better get right on that.

Whhhhyyyy does nobody loooooovvvvvveeee meeeee?

No comments, no emails, no smses. Nobody calls, nobody writes.

Whine, whine, whine

How much lower can I go?

Every time I think I've hit rock bottom, something happens to make me realise just how much further I have to fall.

I just keep falling.

Heh heh heh

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Songs that will put you in prison

According to this morning's Metro, people have been received anti-social behaviour orders for:

- Playing Dolly Patron's 9 to 5 up to 20 times a day

- Playing Tammy Wynette's Stand by your man at all hours

- Singing Who let the dogs out at the neighbours

Well, if they were really ugly neighbours...