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The moving never ends

Well, I have two posts that I’ve been meaning to put up, but both require pictures.  Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, except that a.) I can’t find the cable for my camera and b.) I can’t seem to log in to my flickr.com account.  Fun!

At any rate, life’s been pretty insane the last week, hence the light posting.  I got back from Memorial Day/Sasquatch! Festival weekend and had to do five days worth of stuff in four days, and, considering I was behind when I LEFT for Sasquatch, well, it’s been a hell of a week.  Still, it seems to be straightening out.  This weekend I should be able to finally get back to work on my thesis (which I’m hoping *fingers crossed* to have done this summer.)  I’ll also be helping my lovely flatmate Kenlyn move in, cleaning up my own moving debris (still scattered liberally around), and playing with my new stereo setup.

I’ll also hopefully get some reading done.  I’m just starting the first volume of The Last Lion, William Manchester’s biography of Winston Churchill.  It’s quite good, even if Manchester sometimes lets his love for his subject get the better of him.  (It’s by far the most sycophantic biography I think I’ve ever read.  That it has still so far managed to be a phenomenal read is testament both to Manchester’s writing skills and to just how interesting a man Churchill really was.)

At any rate, such is the news.  If I can get the camera/Flickr situation sorted out, then there will probably be another post or two up this weekend.

Posted in Books, Meta, Realtime Autobiography.


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  1. Citizen Jane says

    Fabulous book! Be forewarned, however: By Volume 2, Churchill has become very famous. He was also a very fast and prolific writer. By midlife, every time he sneezed, someone documented the event–and someone else no doubt enshrined the handkerchief in a museum somewhere. Dear William Manchester couldn’t bear to leave out a single detail if it was recorded somewhere.

    It’s no wonder that he got bogged down completely in Volume 3. For a decade, I waited for that promised conclusion, but Manchester kept churning out other books instead. He died in 2004, with the opus unfinished. (They say the third volume may yet be published by another writer working from his draft and notes, but it won’t be the same.)

    Anyway–happy reading!