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1/5/13 20:23* My Research Manga have arrived from Japan! Alas, they are at the post office. If I had left for work TEN MINUTES LATER I would have got them! But I did not know, and now I will have to go on Saturday and wait in line at the post office.
* My seniority raise has at last gone through, and goes into effect this week. It is likely to be swallowed up by rent increases, the payroll tax increase (or, properly stated, rollback-of-decrease), and general cost-of-living stuff, but... well, at least I'm getting something, given that it'll be another year or more before the union can negotiate a new contract.
* I don't know how to live in the present. I need to figure it out. I always get so enthusiastic, and try so hard, and when it doesn't work right away it feels like there was no point trying in the first place. I know that's not how it works.
Obligatory Reading On Wednesday:
I have just finished Little, Big by John Crowley, and it was fantastic. Not wholly unproblematic in terms of racial stereotypes, I think, but doing a whole lot of interesting stuff -- the unnamed City that you know is New York by the zodiac in blue on the ceiling at the train station, and how much revelation and catharsis you want but never get, and the sheer gorgeousness of the prose. It's the kind of book that gives me hope as a reader and wild ambitions as a writer (coupled with a dose of "what do I have to change about my life to give me a shot at writing like this?")
* My seniority raise has at last gone through, and goes into effect this week. It is likely to be swallowed up by rent increases, the payroll tax increase (or, properly stated, rollback-of-decrease), and general cost-of-living stuff, but... well, at least I'm getting something, given that it'll be another year or more before the union can negotiate a new contract.
* I don't know how to live in the present. I need to figure it out. I always get so enthusiastic, and try so hard, and when it doesn't work right away it feels like there was no point trying in the first place. I know that's not how it works.
Obligatory Reading On Wednesday:
I have just finished Little, Big by John Crowley, and it was fantastic. Not wholly unproblematic in terms of racial stereotypes, I think, but doing a whole lot of interesting stuff -- the unnamed City that you know is New York by the zodiac in blue on the ceiling at the train station, and how much revelation and catharsis you want but never get, and the sheer gorgeousness of the prose. It's the kind of book that gives me hope as a reader and wild ambitions as a writer (coupled with a dose of "what do I have to change about my life to give me a shot at writing like this?")