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hummingwolf) wrote2007-04-30 11:38 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2007-04-30 11:38 pm
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Hummingwolf Today
Last book finished: Ursula K. Le Guin, Tehanu. Oddly enough, before this year, I had never read any Earthsea books at all. In addition to being the 4th Earthsea book I've read in my life, Tehanu was the 50th book I've completed in 2007. Just don't ask how many of the other books I've read this year were little collections of poetry from the children's section of the library.
Last meal eaten: The usual vaguely-Mexican-type meal--tortilla, beans, salsa, cheese (Cheddar tonight), onions, avocado, corn. Some yogurt for dessert, pomegranate raspberry-flavored.
Beverage of the day: Water. Definitely water.
Music of the day: I haven't been in the mood for listening to music at all today. Now that I think of it, haven't been in the mood for eating any chocolate, either. I hope I'm not dying.
Now wearing: Fuzzy bathrobe with giraffes on it covering up an old tattered nightgown with rips in it which would be rather revealing if not covered up by the fuzzy bathrobe with giraffes on it.
Computer graphic of the day: This is actually the computer graphic of yesterday, but I still haven't decided quite what to do with these little swimming critters.
I want to give them eyes or fins or organelles or something, but I haven't quite figured out how to do it. Haven't been awake enough to think clearly enough about the problem to remember the right bits of trigonometry, so I make these little attempts to do something and wind up with proto-eyeballs floating all over the place. When trying to solve my self-made problem these last few days, I rather suspect I've been like a child who places the square peg carefully on the solid place between the round hole and the triangular hole, then wonders why the peg refuses to do anything interesting.
Miles walked: A mere one & a half, but it was a good one & a half, on streets I haven't walked on recently. At sidewalk level, crunchy catkins and pollen covering the ground, with the occasional pile of Sakura cherry petals. A little higher, next to the sidewalks and on the very lowest parts of sloping lawns, little wildflowers and not-so-wild flowers. Above them, azaleas in their full glory, blooming extravagantly, mounds of them, colors clashing and harmonizing and clashing again. Stretching above those, dogwoods all dressed in pink and white. Behind and above those, old houses of brick and wood. Towering above everything else, old trees, stories and stories high. Sun going low in the sky, golden light shining through leaves and petals.
Sleep needed: At least an hour more than I'm likely to get. It's probably time to get started on that right now.
Last meal eaten: The usual vaguely-Mexican-type meal--tortilla, beans, salsa, cheese (Cheddar tonight), onions, avocado, corn. Some yogurt for dessert, pomegranate raspberry-flavored.
Beverage of the day: Water. Definitely water.
Music of the day: I haven't been in the mood for listening to music at all today. Now that I think of it, haven't been in the mood for eating any chocolate, either. I hope I'm not dying.
Now wearing: Fuzzy bathrobe with giraffes on it covering up an old tattered nightgown with rips in it which would be rather revealing if not covered up by the fuzzy bathrobe with giraffes on it.
Computer graphic of the day: This is actually the computer graphic of yesterday, but I still haven't decided quite what to do with these little swimming critters.
I want to give them eyes or fins or organelles or something, but I haven't quite figured out how to do it. Haven't been awake enough to think clearly enough about the problem to remember the right bits of trigonometry, so I make these little attempts to do something and wind up with proto-eyeballs floating all over the place. When trying to solve my self-made problem these last few days, I rather suspect I've been like a child who places the square peg carefully on the solid place between the round hole and the triangular hole, then wonders why the peg refuses to do anything interesting.
Miles walked: A mere one & a half, but it was a good one & a half, on streets I haven't walked on recently. At sidewalk level, crunchy catkins and pollen covering the ground, with the occasional pile of Sakura cherry petals. A little higher, next to the sidewalks and on the very lowest parts of sloping lawns, little wildflowers and not-so-wild flowers. Above them, azaleas in their full glory, blooming extravagantly, mounds of them, colors clashing and harmonizing and clashing again. Stretching above those, dogwoods all dressed in pink and white. Behind and above those, old houses of brick and wood. Towering above everything else, old trees, stories and stories high. Sun going low in the sky, golden light shining through leaves and petals.
Sleep needed: At least an hour more than I'm likely to get. It's probably time to get started on that right now.