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Reading. The Secret Commonwealth, Philip Pullman. I have finished this. I have a lot of feelings related and adjacent to it. I will write them up... later.
I spent a significant chunk of Sunday reading various correspondence sent by my grandfather in 1943 and 1944, all out of order, from while he was deployed. One letter enclosed pictures, accompanied by a somewhat testy explanation that he was caught with his mouth open -- rather than smiling sweetly -- because the fellow with the camera had pressed the button while he was still in the middle of explaining how to operate it. It is wonderful.
Also a guide to babysitting a larval (toddler) Alex, because I was invited also to go through the hanging folders in the filing cabinet at my parents' relating to me, which Adam thought was pretty much the best thing ever.
Up next: various short stories open in tabs on my phone; then, probably, This Is How You Lose The Time War, followed by Strange Practice, which I picked up (whyyyy am I still buying new boooooks okay to be fair to me this one's been on my Sounds Intriguing list for a while) because the ebook was on sale for 99p the other day. I meant to tell you all and failed to; my regrets. I shall report back!
Writing. Words not yet on paper, but there's something starting to cohere, maybe. It feels like it'll need a sketch.
Listening. We have now got up to episode 60 of TMA. We both keep getting jolts of confusion every timeJonnyJon sounds peevish or otherwise exasperated, because HI JONNY D'VILLE, which is rather disconcerting.
I wish to register my objection to the concept that gold tarnishes, honestly, what even.
Cooking. Broccoli and tofu stir-fry! With a reprise on Sunday at my parents'. Also an enormous vat of vegetable stock and, relatedly, soup. Which needs boiling up, but it's nearly 11 so we're going to bed instead, oh well.
Eating. Tonkotsu! About which I had intended to wax lyrical but also, it's nearly 11 and I'm Going To Bed.
And a pile of ridiculous heavily discounted desserts supermarket desserts; I'm not... entirely sure how Waitrose managed to combine Heston Blumenthal, lemon, elderflower, pear and cheesecake into a whole to which I am largely indifferent, but I am somewhat impressed. (And still mourning the demise of the raspberry and passionfruit cheesecake that was my Fave Supermarket Dessert Treat for a while, albeit sufficiently expensive that I largely only bought it when it was reduced, which might go some way to explaining its discontinuation.)
Exploring. The New Museums Site in Cambridge, because I spent a little while this morning in the zoology department giving wheelchair wheelie lessons. I am utterly baffled by the new Student Services building, and the absence of CUSU, and the through-path past the Arts lecture theatres.
Growing. Plants bimble along. Things not dead yet. Nightshades are actually generally doing pretty well and putting out Additional Leaves, so I have hopes for them yet. I appear to have mislaid my tomato seeds (how) and need to fix that.
I spent a significant chunk of Sunday reading various correspondence sent by my grandfather in 1943 and 1944, all out of order, from while he was deployed. One letter enclosed pictures, accompanied by a somewhat testy explanation that he was caught with his mouth open -- rather than smiling sweetly -- because the fellow with the camera had pressed the button while he was still in the middle of explaining how to operate it. It is wonderful.
Also a guide to babysitting a larval (toddler) Alex, because I was invited also to go through the hanging folders in the filing cabinet at my parents' relating to me, which Adam thought was pretty much the best thing ever.
Up next: various short stories open in tabs on my phone; then, probably, This Is How You Lose The Time War, followed by Strange Practice, which I picked up (whyyyy am I still buying new boooooks okay to be fair to me this one's been on my Sounds Intriguing list for a while) because the ebook was on sale for 99p the other day. I meant to tell you all and failed to; my regrets. I shall report back!
Writing. Words not yet on paper, but there's something starting to cohere, maybe. It feels like it'll need a sketch.
Listening. We have now got up to episode 60 of TMA. We both keep getting jolts of confusion every time
I wish to register my objection to the concept that gold tarnishes, honestly, what even.
Cooking. Broccoli and tofu stir-fry! With a reprise on Sunday at my parents'. Also an enormous vat of vegetable stock and, relatedly, soup. Which needs boiling up, but it's nearly 11 so we're going to bed instead, oh well.
Eating. Tonkotsu! About which I had intended to wax lyrical but also, it's nearly 11 and I'm Going To Bed.
And a pile of ridiculous heavily discounted desserts supermarket desserts; I'm not... entirely sure how Waitrose managed to combine Heston Blumenthal, lemon, elderflower, pear and cheesecake into a whole to which I am largely indifferent, but I am somewhat impressed. (And still mourning the demise of the raspberry and passionfruit cheesecake that was my Fave Supermarket Dessert Treat for a while, albeit sufficiently expensive that I largely only bought it when it was reduced, which might go some way to explaining its discontinuation.)
Exploring. The New Museums Site in Cambridge, because I spent a little while this morning in the zoology department giving wheelchair wheelie lessons. I am utterly baffled by the new Student Services building, and the absence of CUSU, and the through-path past the Arts lecture theatres.
Growing. Plants bimble along. Things not dead yet. Nightshades are actually generally doing pretty well and putting out Additional Leaves, so I have hopes for them yet. I appear to have mislaid my tomato seeds (how) and need to fix that.
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Also, gold tarnishes? WTF?
Gold Does Indeed Tarnish
But -- the last time I was in a real jewelry store they cleverly offered to polish my ring while I was browsing.
White & rose gold ring -- came back 200% shinier!
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Almost no gold that anyone uses for Things is actually 100% pure solely gold - even yellow gold is usually somewhat adulturated - and white and rose gold are by DEFINITION not pure, and the IMPURITIES oxidize (or tarnish, if it's white gold and thus silver) or otherwise discolour (if it's rose and thus copper) etc.
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And for the possible nucleation of a written thing.
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Except the ones for going uphill by magic, which is not so much a stunt as magic (and/or technology, whatever) and occasionally a liability when attempting to board a bus.
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Mmm.
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