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Today has been a wild toggle between things that were fun and being disastrously exhausted and in pain, but these things happen. Met up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rushthatspeaks after their Easter morning service and then with eredien. Ran into nineweaving on her way to Breaking the Code. Collapsed in the afternoon and finished Wittgenstein's Poker (2001), from which I had been temporarily derailed by the acquisition of Pat Barker's Regeneration (1991), a novel which I love dearly and do not understand how I missed for years. In the later afternoon, there was ham; in the evening, there was hanging out. I have to get up at stupid o'clock to see rushthatspeaks off at the airport. I have tickets for The Birds (1963) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre in the evening, however, so that should be fun, assuming my eyes still focus.
The philosopher who does not have a livejournal has said he'll get one if I join Facebook. I should have known from that snazzy black jacket that he was Satan.
rushthatspeaks after their Easter morning service and then with eredien. Ran into nineweaving on her way to Breaking the Code. Collapsed in the afternoon and finished Wittgenstein's Poker (2001), from which I had been temporarily derailed by the acquisition of Pat Barker's Regeneration (1991), a novel which I love dearly and do not understand how I missed for years. In the later afternoon, there was ham; in the evening, there was hanging out. I have to get up at stupid o'clock to see rushthatspeaks off at the airport. I have tickets for The Birds (1963) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre in the evening, however, so that should be fun, assuming my eyes still focus. The philosopher who does not have a livejournal has said he'll get one if I join Facebook. I should have known from that snazzy black jacket that he was Satan.
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Yeah, well, I've known you were the Devil for years.
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Don't do it! Just say no!
I've been meaning to read Pat Barker for like forever; glad to hear you had such a wonderful encounter with her work.
I am just finishing Arthur Phillips' deliriously superb new novel, The Tragedy of Arthur, about the discovery of a lost Shakespeare play, or then again perhaps not. One of the book's many audacities is that it actually concludes with the entire five-act play -- and it's good! Which is to say, to my eyes and ears it's passable as Shakespeare c. 1594. The whole concoction makes for an amazing exploration of the nature of uncertainty and authenticity and much else besides, and manages to establish multiple valid but mutually-exclusive interpretive frameworks for his tale, flickering between what's real and what's not like a necker cube. A book that begs for rereading.
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Nine
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I thought you'd click with Regeneration. I hope the next book is still on that table.
F---b--k? Vade retro!
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...I've tried to get people on LJ, certain people, and had them join, post a little, and then drift into inactivity. Some of those same people are active on Facebook. I don't understand it, but there it is.
If you had been on Facebook, I would have tagged you when I did the review of "King of Cats, Queen of Wolves," and again when I did the fanart. It would have meant (as I understand it) that you received an e-mail alerting you to the fact of the update I had posted. This is a service I've sometimes wished LJ had, when I've written something with someone in mind--because the fact is that if someone is not online for a few days, they may miss something you write for them.
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Sounds like some weird social networking version of the Prisoners' Dilemma.
If you do join, I'm on FB too: I tend to use it for the abortive thoughts that didn't seem worth working up into an LJ post, and to keep up with a few friends who aren't anywhere else.
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(I should say, I'm extremely rarely on it myself, but Lord do we post pictures of our child doing cute things in sharp outfits. She roller skates! She swings on big girl swings! She will not be reading by 18 months, but she is not my biological child! So it's okay!)
*lures*
And as others have said above, you can have it and use it to spy on people's lives, rather than engaging it in any meaningful way. It's a thing people do in this century.
In other news, I am going on a slenderizing regime. The hematologist with the sekrit lust after a bariatric specialty practice has said it will give me this thing called "energy." I know a lot of words, but I don't know that one. Have you ever heard of it? Is it maybe in Ovid?
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the space rock hittingReadercon), but if you should happen to wind up in internet hell, look me up. From my area thereof, it seems like a much better place than a year ago, everyone we know in common is either off the farm game or never joined in the first.no subject
Sorry, I meant to add a smiley-face to that. :-)
Everyone would of course welcome you with great joy on FB, including me. But I've found Facebook to be at least as awful as it is awesome, so while, like an addict struggling to save himself, I've cut way back on my own presence there, I am also encouraging all the smart, thoughtful people I know to just say "No!" to FB. One of the things that's super creepy about FB is, once you've created a profile and page, you can't ever delete it again. Facebook really is the anteroom of Hell. Eternal social networking with no hope of reprieve....
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I'm not sure what to say with regards to Facebook. I use it, mostly because there's a surprisingly high concentration of Irish traditional musicians and Irish-speakers on it, not to mention folk I went to college with and want to keep in touch with. As long as you avoid the games and such, it's not so terrible a time sink--I would recommend purging your cookies, browser memory, etc before switching between FB and LJ, just in case. An you choose to sign up, I'd be honoured by your friending me.