Bright side: the cheek is getting better.
Dark side: It's still sending an occasional jolt of pain down the neck and into the skull.
The Arts Depot does have a rather neat quilt/paper/ceramicware display up, which is worth seeing, if you're in the area.
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Strike
Atlas Shrugged
By Ayn Rand
Read Katy Reading
AKA
“Where/why/who is John Galt?”
Or
“$$$”
Summary: An apocalyptic novel, in which a vice-president of a transcontinental railroad and a few other bigwigs struggle to make a profit against the socialite bureaucrats, the latter-doing their best to curtail the former. Furthermore, the great bigwigging minds of the country are disappearing, one by one.
Rating: A must-read.
Rating of the reader: So-so. She could’ve read a lot slower than she did, but the accents –were- kind of nice.
If you want to hear someone rant about their lifes’ philosophy for 45 hours, this book is definitely for you! And, despite the strong ideological standpoint, gleaming from its pages, (and the three-hour monologue that one of the characters broadcasts to the public in the last section of the book), it does have plot value.
The heroine, Dagny Taggart, is surrounded and fawned upon by likely assortment of male suitors in high places. Sadly, only one of these dies in the end, forcing me to believe that the woman had a serious attachment to her characters.
And now, I shall return back to bed and nurse the cheek still swollen to the size of a small orange.
Viva, objectivism~!
By Ayn Rand
Read Katy Reading
AKA
“Where/why/who is John Galt?”
Or
“$$$”
Summary: An apocalyptic novel, in which a vice-president of a transcontinental railroad and a few other bigwigs struggle to make a profit against the socialite bureaucrats, the latter-doing their best to curtail the former. Furthermore, the great bigwigging minds of the country are disappearing, one by one.
Rating: A must-read.
Rating of the reader: So-so. She could’ve read a lot slower than she did, but the accents –were- kind of nice.
If you want to hear someone rant about their lifes’ philosophy for 45 hours, this book is definitely for you! And, despite the strong ideological standpoint, gleaming from its pages, (and the three-hour monologue that one of the characters broadcasts to the public in the last section of the book), it does have plot value.
The heroine, Dagny Taggart, is surrounded and fawned upon by likely assortment of male suitors in high places. Sadly, only one of these dies in the end, forcing me to believe that the woman had a serious attachment to her characters.
And now, I shall return back to bed and nurse the cheek still swollen to the size of a small orange.
Viva, objectivism~!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Short post due to inordinate amounts of pain.
Errant's gotten her wisdom tooth (a lone, lone creature) taken out yesterday.
The entire epic sage took just over 4 hours, what with running around to get blood tests, sitting in waiting rooms, and so forth. The actual cutting part took about 15 minutes. The doctor had some 30 years of experience and really knew what he was doing.
The tooth had to be physically cut out, and, of course, done with only a local anesthetic. It was actually quite interesting to experience!
It also goes without saying that Err's too sore, woozy, and stuffed with pain-killers to write much of anything at the present time. Except for one thing.
These are the new African violets.
The little white-and-purple one is Rob's Loose Noodle, my first-ever official named variety. :D
The entire epic sage took just over 4 hours, what with running around to get blood tests, sitting in waiting rooms, and so forth. The actual cutting part took about 15 minutes. The doctor had some 30 years of experience and really knew what he was doing.
The tooth had to be physically cut out, and, of course, done with only a local anesthetic. It was actually quite interesting to experience!
It also goes without saying that Err's too sore, woozy, and stuffed with pain-killers to write much of anything at the present time. Except for one thing.
These are the new African violets.
The little white-and-purple one is Rob's Loose Noodle, my first-ever official named variety. :D
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