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Sep. 4th, 2021 08:27 pm・Second vaccination earlier this week (Moderna), leading to a couple of indifferent days and really bad nights, especially as I haven't been feeling that great anyway. I made the mistake of putting it into my desk calendar as "V2," making me feel like I should be expecting doodlebug attacks.
・Work: I picked up a rare book-length translation project, on a topic related to my interests, which is excellent; the problem is that the nature of my work means I can’t tell everyone else to back off and come back in November, so things are likely to be busy. Which is good, but in moderation.
・Books: Rereading Frances Partridge’s wartime and postwar diaries. Maybe because of her foursquare pacifism, treating the war as a terrible incomprehensible event rather than a thing to be fought and won, her diary feels closer to our pandemic times than most of the other wartime diaries I read. September 17th, 1941: “R. said later: “What animal lives we lead.” F.: “Yes, perhaps it’s time we tried to pull up our mental socks and do a little thinking.” R.: “That’s the worst of war. One doesn’t want to do any thinking.”” January 20th, 1944: “I know perfectly well that I can, and I even manage better than I used, but sometimes I think of our existence in terms of struggling across the Atlantic in an open boat, or lost in the desert in a small car with hardly any food. Don’t be ridiculous, I hear a voice say, you have a comfortable house, a productive kitchen garden, and your husband and child with you. Look at what most people have to put up with!”.
・( The Rebel eps. 32-35 first half )
・Writing: Not much, mostly because I've been physically and/or mentally down. I have been playing around with a couple of fic things which may end up being for the wishlist event, knock wood, we'll see.
・Photos: Morning glories and a butterfly too busy drinking its fill to notice it was being photographed. Also I don't know why this factory is a ship.
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Be safe and well.
・Work: I picked up a rare book-length translation project, on a topic related to my interests, which is excellent; the problem is that the nature of my work means I can’t tell everyone else to back off and come back in November, so things are likely to be busy. Which is good, but in moderation.
・Books: Rereading Frances Partridge’s wartime and postwar diaries. Maybe because of her foursquare pacifism, treating the war as a terrible incomprehensible event rather than a thing to be fought and won, her diary feels closer to our pandemic times than most of the other wartime diaries I read. September 17th, 1941: “R. said later: “What animal lives we lead.” F.: “Yes, perhaps it’s time we tried to pull up our mental socks and do a little thinking.” R.: “That’s the worst of war. One doesn’t want to do any thinking.”” January 20th, 1944: “I know perfectly well that I can, and I even manage better than I used, but sometimes I think of our existence in terms of struggling across the Atlantic in an open boat, or lost in the desert in a small car with hardly any food. Don’t be ridiculous, I hear a voice say, you have a comfortable house, a productive kitchen garden, and your husband and child with you. Look at what most people have to put up with!”.
・( The Rebel eps. 32-35 first half )
・Writing: Not much, mostly because I've been physically and/or mentally down. I have been playing around with a couple of fic things which may end up being for the wishlist event, knock wood, we'll see.
・Photos: Morning glories and a butterfly too busy drinking its fill to notice it was being photographed. Also I don't know why this factory is a ship.
( Read more... )
Be safe and well.
