we should have longer weekends
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incandescensA day in which I caught up on some of my sleep. Didn't actually get any new clothes or shoes - but I have another week to get new clothes in, and last year's sandals are still perfectly functional, so I am not too bothered yet.
Have almost got Brown Quilt One finished for the coworker who's requested it. She's actually requested two of them, and they have to be identical, or else the children they're for will argue over them. Hopefully Brown Quilt Two will go faster, now that I've worked out the details. (Photos tomorrow, probably.)
Research has revealed there's actually a small BJD meeting in Leeds in August. I've put my name down to attend, on the grounds that since it's actually occurring within walking distance of my home, I'd be stupid not to. It's in the same week as the yearly quilts exhibition in Birmingham (whose precise name I forget, but it's one of the big yearly ones): I should probably see about booking some time off in my calendar at work. Hopefully the Mad Rush will be over by then. Or at least mostly so.
I'm coming to the conclusion that I write more fiction when I'm reading more fiction: if I'm saturating my brain with crafting stuff instead, I write less fiction. Hm.
I don't know about a heatwave, but it was certainly hot and close today. I had a headache for much of it. Of course, there is also a possibility that this was due to running out of coffee last night and not being able to have any till this afternoon, thus enduring a whole morning and early afternoon without it. Who knows? These are deep waters, Watson.
And I've just finished that set of drabble requests, so I can now feel virtuous.
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To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer — excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
-- The Scandal in Bohemia, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Have almost got Brown Quilt One finished for the coworker who's requested it. She's actually requested two of them, and they have to be identical, or else the children they're for will argue over them. Hopefully Brown Quilt Two will go faster, now that I've worked out the details. (Photos tomorrow, probably.)
Research has revealed there's actually a small BJD meeting in Leeds in August. I've put my name down to attend, on the grounds that since it's actually occurring within walking distance of my home, I'd be stupid not to. It's in the same week as the yearly quilts exhibition in Birmingham (whose precise name I forget, but it's one of the big yearly ones): I should probably see about booking some time off in my calendar at work. Hopefully the Mad Rush will be over by then. Or at least mostly so.
I'm coming to the conclusion that I write more fiction when I'm reading more fiction: if I'm saturating my brain with crafting stuff instead, I write less fiction. Hm.
I don't know about a heatwave, but it was certainly hot and close today. I had a headache for much of it. Of course, there is also a possibility that this was due to running out of coffee last night and not being able to have any till this afternoon, thus enduring a whole morning and early afternoon without it. Who knows? These are deep waters, Watson.
And I've just finished that set of drabble requests, so I can now feel virtuous.
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To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer — excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
-- The Scandal in Bohemia, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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