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Oh Internet, never leave me again. It's like missing a hand. I spent the afternoon walking Bloor St in the heat looking for a restaurant that had CNN news and weather on a screen so I could find out what tomorrow will be like: and every single one of them was showing soccer. Meanwhile all round me the cell-phoned mob were online on their phones: and I was all alooone unable to access any of my friends sob. Maybe I shall cave after all... or at least buy an i-pad.

Note that mindfulness meditation didn't help *at all*.

Finished reread of Three Parts Dead. Like it ever so much better than Two Serpents Rise, as being twistier and chewier and having rather more people I cared about; Serpents may have had multi-pov too, but not as immediately. Tara is just more fun than Caleb, who's oh argh a bit washy and weedy and prone to bad decisions. Also she has a better cover: the Caleb cover looks like stock Jim Butcher (I'm assuming the same artist?) white guy, not any kind of brown-skinned Mexican.

June reading was so sparse I'm not even going to post my stats.

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I hear your pain. Truly I couldn't do without the internet. And I do enjoy my iPad, even if its primary uses include my library of roleplaying game PDFs, and various games that I spend far too much time on.

The next Gladstone is out later this month, I believe. And then the next Aaronovitch in September.

Also the next 100 Demons, on Monday. So there are reasons for happiness.

Yes, I need to know the world is out there and information is always to hand. Unlike the people on the street who can't in a pinch tell me the last stanza of 'I wander through each charter'd street.' (There's a story there, from forty years back-- a bunch of us in a parking lot trying to find someone who knew the poem and who could verify if it was 'infant's tear' or 'infant's ear', and of course not finding anyone. We were in the wrong country, I think now.)

Edited 2014-07-02 02:26 (UTC)

I remember when the TLS (Times Literary Supplement - my father used to get it, and still does) used to have an Author, Author competition, where it gave three quotations and there was a small prize for the person whose correct response got picked. You couldn't do that any more, and indeed the competition no longer exists in the paper. People would google them.

(And from memory I think it's 'infant's tear'.)

People would, but I bet a fair chunk of the populace could identify the quotes anyway.

Your memory is correct. And you didn't specialize in Eng.lit at uni, which is the prerequisite for knowing the poem over here. Still remember that guy in Tokyo, comprehensive school product who quit after O-levels and went to work in a haberdashery (his words), who was the only westerner among a bunch of MAs and LL.bs to get my Shakespeare references.