I've spent the last month voraciously plowing through a whole lot of fiction books, since I know I won't have the luxury for a while. Everything from stuff I've read enough to know it by heart, to stuff I'd never read and had no interest in. I'll recommend Cloud Atlas if you liked the speculative fiction in, oh, Oryx and Crake. I think every American should read at least one Edward Abbey book this year. I read the Sandlin "GroVant" trilogy because my dead friend has it on his GoodReads "reading now" list....I'm determined to finish his list, but can't face the really awful fantasy and sci fi that he dug. Re-read the Gibson trilogy that started with Pattern Recognition (a book that I return to again and again, that I can read in a single sitting because, goddamn). Read Wise Guy by Pileggi, Smiley's People by whats-his-name, and six Sherlock stories. Had a bout of non-fiction: Thinking Fast and Slow, and One Ranger Returns (one a neurosciencey book and one a memoir). One Ranger led me to Point of Impact, which led me to Chickenhawk, which breaks my heart every damn time I read it. Re-read most of Cryptonomicon, and am currently not going to complete Foucault's Pendulum.
Music has been difficult for me since Gordon died. There's a lot of stuff that I loved that only reminds me of him. I'll need to give it a lot of time. Picked up some older Tangerine Dream (mid and late 70s). Cyclone, by the way, is a damn fine prog album with brilliance and cringing pretense all at once.
I can't seem to make music at the moment. Another thing that I'll have to give time and space to.
But since I'll be working 20 hours a week on top of my 40 hour work schedule, I have a feeling I won't be doing much of anything outside of school and work. My schedule isn't really known, but the plan is 4 hours after work, an hour before work if needed, and Friday evenings and Saturdays both off, with four hours Sunday filling in for missing Friday. We'll see how that actually works; I tend to be pretty goddamn manic when it comes to things like this, and am fond of burnout.
This weekend is Gordon's wake. We're flying out, which involves flying to a larger city to catch a small plane to a smaller city. I'm of no mind with the wake; it feels like we were at a funeral for about a month, and I'm still prone to bouts of shattering sadness, but they don't last. Gordon's wife is apparently going to give me his leather jacket, a zippo of his, and his cricket bat (I used to insist on having a cricket bat as part of any decent toolkit). I'll have to ship the cricket bat back, though, since airlines don't like the possibility of blunt force trauma.
Work is the busiest it's ever been. Four major disasters in the first three weeks of the new year. Fifty minor disasters. My ticket average has been quadruple that of last year, and easily twice as much as my coworkers. But hey, that's work.
Outside of all of that: I take nicotine in lozenge form to enhance my thinking. It seems to work.
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