libary

ok... first day. cocky. lot's of useless, meaningless posts. and the above mispelling? intentional. at least the first time - someone will get it. just before i feel that sharp stinging blow on the back of the head. further installments will most likely be spelled correctly. bwa ha ha ha ha

what is the libary? one thing i plan to do is keep a running list of books. i'll probably update as i change/start/finish. more for me than anything else. this will also be the most likely place to throw quotes as they appeal to me (they may even be from said books in list).

so i'll throw out this for starters:

Because she was dead, and I'd let her go.
Because now, she was immortal, and I'd helped her get that way.
And because I knew she'd phone me, in the morning.
… William Gibson, Burning Chrome


It is hard to fight against anger,
for a man will buy revenge with his soul.
- Heraclities, 500BC

current reading material:
* the castle in the attic (elizabeth winthrop)
* restoring, tuning, and using classic woodworking tools (michael dunbar)
* scroll of saqquara (pauline gedge)
* the miserable mill, book the fourth (lemony snicket)
* fine woodworking magazine, issue 165
* lost city (clive cussler)


recently finished:
* you went away (timothy findley)

blog. wtf. ii.

blog. do you blog? maybe it's just me, but I spell checked my last blog, and noticed something incredibly odd.

blog is not in their dictionary. blogger also is not in the dictionary.

i love it when real life is funnier than anything i could ever write.

(and don't expect much more in the way of spell check - as i rarely write personal things following 'accepted' english structure. (ok, not so much the punctuation, but i continue to rebel on the rest).

blog. wtf.

a blog. what for? howcome? why the hell would i ever blog? what possible reason? every once in a while, i get the urge to restart the journal. at one point it used to be cathartic. then i noticed, it was sadly becoming pathetic.

pathetic? how pathetic? why would i consider it pathetic? well.....

i recently pulled it out and dusted it off, thinking it was time once again. (anyone spot the main issue here? dust it off.....) spot read some of it. realized the "latest" incarnation covered several years. it also only covered maybe a dozen pages - some of which were sketches. i thought, well... whatever. scribbled down some thoughts that were at the forefront of my mind. riffled back through the pages to spot read some of the old entries. crap. how embarrassing.

of the dozen or so pages, about half of them were quotes i thought were worth noting. the rest, was my thoughts. and they repeated. and they repeated. and they repeated. same set of thoughts that repeated everytime i dusted it off. i was whining about the same things. over. and over. and over. and over.

i thought, what's the point? i could just write 'ditto', and close this thing. is there anything that could be easier? wait a minute! i could cut and paste it!

blog. wtf.