4 unrelated things: church, false advertising, yard sales, and Bleach

[edenfalling]

Service rehearsal went well last night. We hashed out who's doing the various connecting bits between the items on the order of service, and we practiced our mini-sermons. It seems to be drawing together.

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The people who make the signs listing the official Noyes community center summer hours have obviously not actually talked to the people who open and maintain the building. I know this because the computer lab was supposed to be open 8am-5pm yesterday and today. Yesterday the lab was locked. Today, the whole building was locked.

Therefore, I am in Olin library, where I can't eat or drink. Bah.

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A number of families on Auburn St. hold coordinated yard sales in August. (August is the prime yard sale time in Ithaca, so as to catch all the returning students who need to furnish their apartments cheaply.) This year, the sale was today. I bought Octavia Butler's Kindred, Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, and a very nice picture frame, for $4 total.

Of course, this means my stack of books to read is now well over 20 books deep, but whatever. I'll get around to them sooner or later. Heck, I'm currently 1/3 of the way through Walter Miller, Jr.'s A Canticle for Leibowitz, which had been in the pile for about two years! (And I like it so far, too.)

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I've been reading Bleach scanlations online. I think I'm near the end of volume 6, and, so far, I like it. Nothing earthshaking, but definitely good entertainment. I confess that I like the beauty and delicacy of typical shoujo art, but I also really like the clarity of typical shounen. Tite Kubo does not disappoint in that respect (though his people are all so damn thin...).

Anyway, it's kind of weird reading the manga after vaguely stumbling through the fringes of the fandom for a year or so, because suddenly a whole bunch of things I'd skimmed in passing make sense.

Also, Orihime is LOVE. :-)

Comments

[missmurchison.livejournal.com]

I loved "Canticle for Leibowitz." I think I first read it in high school, and I was ridiculously tickled by the misunderstandings of "ancient English." I especially liked the part where the cluesless monk found a fallout shelter with a sign that said "occupancy 16," and he thought that fallout was a kind of monster and he'd stumbled on the home of 16 of them. It's a good example of why it can be such a bear to learn English as a second language.

[edenfalling]

I did not like Francis (the clueless monk) at all at first, but he grew on me. I think it was his earnestness that won me over -- that and how careful he was in researching blueprints before beginning his illuminated copy. I was very upset when he got killed!

I really like the way the monks preserve knowledge even though nobody knows what any of it actually means anymore. And the way they use words like thingumbob and dohickii (the Latinate plural cracks me up every time) as serious labels instead of catch-all nouns for things whose actual names you can't remember.

[missmurchison.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Miller had his tongue so firmly stuck in his cheek when he wrote "Canticle," it must looked like he was hoarding peanuts for winter.

I haven't read it for years. I need to put it on my "to be re-read" list.