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Apr. 11th, 2005 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupHad a most uneventful weekend. Did spend a bit of time running to and from my parents' house but besides that I got some good tv viewage in. I caught the new Kim Possible movie on the Disney Channel and, since I am apaprently all of 14 years old, enjoyed it quite a bit. That very night I also watched the last half of G.I. Jane which is not as bad as I thought it would be. I did not know it was directed by Ridley Scott. See, you can even learn stuff from Demi Moore movies.
I watched three more episodes of season one X-Files: Genderbender, Lazarus and Young at Heart. Somehow I had never seen Genderbender before and was not only impressed by how very Forever Knight the production values were but was also suprised by the appearance of Nicholas Lea as an almost victim of the killer. This was either a casting faux pas or already the Consortium had their eyes on Mulder and Scully and sent Krycek to spy on them. Unfortunately he decided to go to a club while they were up playing with the faux!Amish and was used and abused by the bad guy du jour. Poor widdle Alex.
Speaking of Mulder, David Duchovny was on Inside the Actors Studio on Sunday and I have a tape of it. I didn't watch much, only enough to see that Mr. Duchovny is still as smokingly hot as he's always been. *sigh*
Have begun a new knitting project. We'll see how it turns out. I'm flying from the seat of my pants here, as I can't seem to get the hang of learning from the diagrams in books so the project is mostly me going, 'Hmmm, I wonder how it would turn out if I did this'. We'll see how it goes.
I feel like I should have something profound to say but I've got nothin'. My profundity seems to have slowly seeped from my mind. I blame reality tv, personally.
ETA: Ah ha! It just came to me. I wanted to talk about books!
I finally finished Quetzalcoatl and Guadalupe: The Formation of Mexican National Consciousness, 1531-1813 by Jaque Lafaye. Thank goodness. Now I can focus all of my attention on The Road to Middle-earth: How J.R.R. Tolkien Created a New Mythology by Tom Shippey. I have a tendency to read fiction books and non-fiction books at the same time. I can read most fiction books in a day or two (unless it's Dickens or Tolstoy) and it takes me months to finish up most non-fiction (the exception to that rule being Parachute Infantry by David Kenyon Webster). While reading Quetzalcoatl and Guadalupe I read through any number of fiction books and made quite a bit of headway on my sci-fi/fantasy list (including Darwin's Radio by Greg Bear, Crescent City Rhapsody by Kathleen Ann Goonan, Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson and rereads of books by Vernor Vinge, Joan D. Ving, Sean Stewart and Guy Gavriel Kay.
Because I read so fast I spent much of my adolescence reading some pretty mundane books. I, like many of you, was so swept away by LotR that I tried to read every fantasy book I could get my hands on, with very mixed results. Actually, I was predisposed to fantasy novels seeing as I read my father's old Oz and Narnia books as a child and would, in desperation, read some of the sci-fi he had laying around even though I was too young, at the time, to truly understand a lot of it. Through years of trial and error I've finally been able to pick out what I love and what I hate and have learned to avoid most of the Big Names who are plastered all over my neighbourhood bookstore.
Of late I've been feeling strongly inspired to run out and by some of the adventure novels I missed when I was younger. I have a yen to read Tom Sawyer and Treasure Island and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (I blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
writerj for this).
I can only imagine what someone like Plutarch or any one of the original humanists would think if they were to see a Borders or a Barnes & Noble. All of those men who worked so diligently to copy ancient texts and educate the world on the beauty of reading and thought might just have an aneurysm if they were to see the plentitud of books we've been blessed with today. Just thinking about all the books there are still to be read makes me want to go lock myself in some big university library and never, ever come out.
I watched three more episodes of season one X-Files: Genderbender, Lazarus and Young at Heart. Somehow I had never seen Genderbender before and was not only impressed by how very Forever Knight the production values were but was also suprised by the appearance of Nicholas Lea as an almost victim of the killer. This was either a casting faux pas or already the Consortium had their eyes on Mulder and Scully and sent Krycek to spy on them. Unfortunately he decided to go to a club while they were up playing with the faux!Amish and was used and abused by the bad guy du jour. Poor widdle Alex.
Speaking of Mulder, David Duchovny was on Inside the Actors Studio on Sunday and I have a tape of it. I didn't watch much, only enough to see that Mr. Duchovny is still as smokingly hot as he's always been. *sigh*
Have begun a new knitting project. We'll see how it turns out. I'm flying from the seat of my pants here, as I can't seem to get the hang of learning from the diagrams in books so the project is mostly me going, 'Hmmm, I wonder how it would turn out if I did this'. We'll see how it goes.
I feel like I should have something profound to say but I've got nothin'. My profundity seems to have slowly seeped from my mind. I blame reality tv, personally.
ETA: Ah ha! It just came to me. I wanted to talk about books!
I finally finished Quetzalcoatl and Guadalupe: The Formation of Mexican National Consciousness, 1531-1813 by Jaque Lafaye. Thank goodness. Now I can focus all of my attention on The Road to Middle-earth: How J.R.R. Tolkien Created a New Mythology by Tom Shippey. I have a tendency to read fiction books and non-fiction books at the same time. I can read most fiction books in a day or two (unless it's Dickens or Tolstoy) and it takes me months to finish up most non-fiction (the exception to that rule being Parachute Infantry by David Kenyon Webster). While reading Quetzalcoatl and Guadalupe I read through any number of fiction books and made quite a bit of headway on my sci-fi/fantasy list (including Darwin's Radio by Greg Bear, Crescent City Rhapsody by Kathleen Ann Goonan, Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson and rereads of books by Vernor Vinge, Joan D. Ving, Sean Stewart and Guy Gavriel Kay.
Because I read so fast I spent much of my adolescence reading some pretty mundane books. I, like many of you, was so swept away by LotR that I tried to read every fantasy book I could get my hands on, with very mixed results. Actually, I was predisposed to fantasy novels seeing as I read my father's old Oz and Narnia books as a child and would, in desperation, read some of the sci-fi he had laying around even though I was too young, at the time, to truly understand a lot of it. Through years of trial and error I've finally been able to pick out what I love and what I hate and have learned to avoid most of the Big Names who are plastered all over my neighbourhood bookstore.
Of late I've been feeling strongly inspired to run out and by some of the adventure novels I missed when I was younger. I have a yen to read Tom Sawyer and Treasure Island and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (I blame
writerj for this). I can only imagine what someone like Plutarch or any one of the original humanists would think if they were to see a Borders or a Barnes & Noble. All of those men who worked so diligently to copy ancient texts and educate the world on the beauty of reading and thought might just have an aneurysm if they were to see the plentitud of books we've been blessed with today. Just thinking about all the books there are still to be read makes me want to go lock myself in some big university library and never, ever come out.
