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Holy crap, it's December.
Dec. 3rd, 2012 05:58 pmAt least there are still five weekends in which to get festivids done. Having come out the other side of a busy November, I sat down on Saturday to work more on my assignment and ended up making a treat. It wasn't even the treat I'd already started, although that one is now more than half finished too. *happy shrug*
(Nothing this year from my corner will be scene-stealing, but I like the vids so far, and the recipients should like them, which is the point.)
Other weekend highlights: hanging out with people and eating indulgences at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alpheratz's birthday party, seeing deelaundry, finishing holiday shopping, and not having our apartment building burn down after someone chucked a lit cigarette down the garbage chute. Ugh, people can be so stupid. See also: a note we received during my first summer here that urged residents to stop tossing television sets off their balconies because it posed a hazard for people on the sidewalks.
(But really, for the most part it is a fine place to live.)
(I say this as someone whose apartment was not just flooded by fire truck hoses.)
Have been working my way through The Best American Magazine Writing 2011, which was a Hanukkah present last year, whoops. The essays are good, but not gripping; I was expecting better from a Best American compilation, especially one of, you know, magazine writing. Certainly so far it's not as interesting as The Best American Sports Writing 2008, which was the last one I read (besides the Science and Science/Nature series, which always have gems), last winter. In the magazine volume, Christopher Hitchens' trio of essays on dealing with a terminal cancer diagnosis and the responses of others was enjoyable, not to mention spooky since they are now words from a recently dead man. Atul Gawande's chapter on confronting end-of-life issues in healthcare probably would have been a standout if I hadn't read it elsewhere first. But I'm only halfway through the book and there are some promising titles coming up, so we'll see.
In conclusion, your moment of Zen:cincodemaygirl said that whenever John Sheppard made one of his seven kinds of inscrutable faces, she liked to imagine that he was thinking, "Do I like cheese?" Discuss.
(Nothing this year from my corner will be scene-stealing, but I like the vids so far, and the recipients should like them, which is the point.)
Other weekend highlights: hanging out with people and eating indulgences at
alpheratz's birthday party, seeing deelaundry, finishing holiday shopping, and not having our apartment building burn down after someone chucked a lit cigarette down the garbage chute. Ugh, people can be so stupid. See also: a note we received during my first summer here that urged residents to stop tossing television sets off their balconies because it posed a hazard for people on the sidewalks.(But really, for the most part it is a fine place to live.)
(I say this as someone whose apartment was not just flooded by fire truck hoses.)
Have been working my way through The Best American Magazine Writing 2011, which was a Hanukkah present last year, whoops. The essays are good, but not gripping; I was expecting better from a Best American compilation, especially one of, you know, magazine writing. Certainly so far it's not as interesting as The Best American Sports Writing 2008, which was the last one I read (besides the Science and Science/Nature series, which always have gems), last winter. In the magazine volume, Christopher Hitchens' trio of essays on dealing with a terminal cancer diagnosis and the responses of others was enjoyable, not to mention spooky since they are now words from a recently dead man. Atul Gawande's chapter on confronting end-of-life issues in healthcare probably would have been a standout if I hadn't read it elsewhere first. But I'm only halfway through the book and there are some promising titles coming up, so we'll see.
In conclusion, your moment of Zen:
cincodemaygirl said that whenever John Sheppard made one of his seven kinds of inscrutable faces, she liked to imagine that he was thinking, "Do I like cheese?" Discuss.
