Nothing to report this morning except mileage. Well, that and the frelling clouds hid the eclipse. Snivel. miles to Lothlorien: 356
half-assed bookstore accident
FINALLY all the October books I wanted were out, so we went forth to have a bookstore accident. We failed. I mean, okay, strictly speaking it’s not an accident if you go in intending to spend a lot of money, but when you don’t spend even a hundred dollars, you’ve had a whole different *kind* of bookstore accident. How *embarrassing*. But we now own FURIES OF CALDERON (Jim Butcher), ORPHANAGE (Robert Buettner), KINGDOM OF THE SOMETHING OR OTHER and uh, something else about Egypt (Judith Tarr), TIME OFF FOR GOOD…
on war
William S. Lind, whom I’ve never heard of, has some bloody intelligent things to say about the nature of war and the current situation we’re in. Lyrically speaking, not the most lovely of writers, but very precise and to the point. I may have to pick up a book or two of his, particularly as I think what he calls Fourth Generational Warfare–war made not at a state, but at an international gang, level; terrorism, or gureilla warfare, as practiced by all sides, if I understand him correctly–makes a hell…
*hopeful gasp*!
*gasp*! It’s semi-clear out right now! Ooh, I hope it stays this way so tonight’s eclipse will be visible! *hopeful gasp*! *hope hope hope*! miles to Lothlorien: 351
ok
Okay. I’m on a bit of a reading binge lately, which means I’ve read, I don’t know, five or six books in the last week, which is really nice. But I decided that I wanted to read Guy Gavriel Kay’s LAST LIGHT OF THE SUN this weekend (hear that, Laura?), which means I need to do the HoS edits over the next 3 days so I can reward myself with LLotS. The last couple books I’ve read have both been Mercedes Lackey books (I think I’ve read 4 of her…