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garranWhoops, this is late!
(* Insert Stan Lee-esque reminder here, true believers.)
Speaking of UBC (and that should help out anyone who was stumped by the rhyme puzzle), I got my marks back for that summer term and they were gratifyingly up to my usual standard -- well, the Philosophy of Religion grade was the lowest I've ever received for a philosophy class, but still high enough that it would be unseemly to complain. This is nice for soothing my anxiety about whether my ability to handle college at Langara is a fluke that won't hold up at a gigantic and intimidating university. I'm also now properly a third year student and registered in the honours program and confirmed that I don't have to retake the basic symbolic logic course just because Langara's transfers weird, plus registered online for all my winter courses, so I don't really have anything to worry about until the fall.
For the interim, I have acquired one job, which is to pull big stacks of the Georgia Straight around on this cart they gave me and deliver them to businesses along Marine and lower Pemberton, every thursday. I am gradually, by trial and error, figuring out everywhere I need to put on sunscreen. Slotting a term for working between my school terms like this kind of makes me feel like a character from Princess Maker; I'm not sure which stats this is lowering, but it's definitely raising my strength.
We Live In The Future Watch: Marilee's friend Palle, who gave me a ride downtown from her party yesterday, has a car whose windshield fluid (if I understand correctly) leaves a special residue so that you don't have to use your wipers when it's raining; the rain just slides off. He says that there are other, more expensive cars which don't even have wipers, and accomplish something similar with an electromagnetic field. I didn't get to see it working, but my suspicion is that this looks really cool.
J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (reread)When I hit exactly fifty after six months*, I thought perhaps naturally that I might therefore turn out to read exactly a hundred in a year, but it doesn't look like that's going to be the case: this list and last month's together contain fewer books than that for last September, even though the Rowling and the Brusts are each the sort of books I can get through in a single day. This lessening is presumably going to be the new norm, thanks to a certain new school that sort of rhymes with 'QED'; my fall courses won't be as intensive as the summers were, of course, but I'm going to be averaging five (or equivalent) per term, whereas at Langara, since I wasn't aiming for anything in particular, I generally kept to a comfortably conservative three.
Steven Brust, Dragon
Steven Brust, Issola
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
Samuel R. Delany, The Ballad of Beta-2
Guy Gavriel Kay, Tigana
(* Insert Stan Lee-esque reminder here, true believers.)
Speaking of UBC (and that should help out anyone who was stumped by the rhyme puzzle), I got my marks back for that summer term and they were gratifyingly up to my usual standard -- well, the Philosophy of Religion grade was the lowest I've ever received for a philosophy class, but still high enough that it would be unseemly to complain. This is nice for soothing my anxiety about whether my ability to handle college at Langara is a fluke that won't hold up at a gigantic and intimidating university. I'm also now properly a third year student and registered in the honours program and confirmed that I don't have to retake the basic symbolic logic course just because Langara's transfers weird, plus registered online for all my winter courses, so I don't really have anything to worry about until the fall.
For the interim, I have acquired one job, which is to pull big stacks of the Georgia Straight around on this cart they gave me and deliver them to businesses along Marine and lower Pemberton, every thursday. I am gradually, by trial and error, figuring out everywhere I need to put on sunscreen. Slotting a term for working between my school terms like this kind of makes me feel like a character from Princess Maker; I'm not sure which stats this is lowering, but it's definitely raising my strength.
We Live In The Future Watch: Marilee's friend Palle, who gave me a ride downtown from her party yesterday, has a car whose windshield fluid (if I understand correctly) leaves a special residue so that you don't have to use your wipers when it's raining; the rain just slides off. He says that there are other, more expensive cars which don't even have wipers, and accomplish something similar with an electromagnetic field. I didn't get to see it working, but my suspicion is that this looks really cool.
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