man, it is harder to write things for a blog when your laptop has been stolen

A sad but true statement.

But at least I could drown my sorrow in some good books - working on Julie and Julia, the last of the Dark Tower series, Smilla (yeah, yeah, again), Dance Dance Dance (borrowed from my supervisor. Murakami - apparently the sequal to The Wild Sheep Chase), and Middlemarch.

In a non-committed mood, apparently.

Oh, I finished Foucault's Pendulum (or whatever the heck it is called), and I wrote some semi-thoughtful comments on it, and they are gone, gone, gone with my USB flash drive and my camera and my ability to pridefully boast that i had not yet been robbed in nairobi. well, pride and the fall and all that. but one of the many results is that I am NOT going to write about that book all over again. Sorry.

Tomorrow I'm off to Germany and then Ghana. I like that they both start with a G. I can't think of any other ways that the two are related - can you?

I am going to take Middlemarch with me. I only read it once before, and my memory of it is now a wee bit fuzzy, but I called in sick to work so I could finish it, so I dang well must have loved it. Hooray! I remember thinking it was perfect for anyone who has been or is an idealist. Idealist? is that the word? Yeah. I think so. Anyways, here we go.

Um, I also re-read a Sayers novel - Gaudy Night. Twas lovely, yet again. Even lovelier, because more context for the characters.