forget r&r

what you really need when you're under the weather is b^3:

books and beer in a bath.

two thousand and what?

so suddenly it's a new year, i haven't blogged in decades, and i'm home early from work because the persistent cough i had over vacation has turned back into something that makes me not feel good; the hacking and the mild nausea from the post-nasal drip has left me completely exhausted. i managed to crawl from the bed to the couch around 8:30 this morning, and then proceeded to sleep until 10:30, roll into work around 11, and then leave promptly when i was done with all i needed to do (timepoint + group meeting) and take the bus home. i'm planning on hopping back into the sack for a few hours here in a second, but i thought i'd blog in the meanwhile, since i never seem to do that anymore.

2008. january. three times i've written and deleted this paragraph, and i just can't figure out what to say about 2008. i guess i'll just leave it at this: everything is lined up for a year of hard work that pays off. my goals for 2008: get into grad school, get at least one paper, and preferably 2 or more (plus a lead author one), accepted to a journal; maintain good relationships with all the amazing people i've met in the last year or four; and keep my fingers crossed for the right set of conditions to make another attempt at the mountain that kicked my ass last spring. in short: to do more of the things i'm constantly thinking about doing. will that apply to blogging? we'll see.

and now, since i'm far too tired and lazy to write more paragraphs about what i've been doing, i'm going to forgo sentence structure and just start listing things.

been reading:
middlesex, by jeffrey eugenides. (quite possibly the best book i've ever read; read it together with mutants by armand marie leroi for maximum impact)
night watch series, by sergei lukyanenko. just an awesome fantasy world, fun read but not fluffy.
do androids dream of electric sheep? by philip k. dick. not sure if i'll finish it; probably not dick's best story, but with the new cut of blade runner out i felt like i needed to at least give it a try....
requiem for a dream by hubert selby, jr. fucked up book. almost definitely won't finish it; almost as unitelligible as naked lunch. more readable to modern audiences than finnegan's wake though.

currently listening: live at kexp volume 3. it's good. you can't buy it anymore.

lots of new flickr photos up, but i'm too tired to go through them and post a few right now. expect some photoblog posts soon. in the meantime just go look at them if you want.

ok. i think it's naptime.