A Quick Update

What’s this? A blog post?

Yes, I’m actually alive. Admittedly buried alive under piles of papers, internship obligations, housing stuff, and finals. but alive nonetheless.

Anyhow, once I claw my way out of the depths of papers and get myself out of the Lovecraftian tentacles of novella editing, I’m hoping to have a bit more activity on the blog. Though I’ll be having a 8ish to 5ish job for the summer, so I don’t know how often I’m going to be updating. But I’ll try and be a bit better than I was this summer.

Anyway, here’s what’s coming down the pike (hopefully) in a few days.

Readathon: Rounding the Last Turn

I will admit right now that if you’re measuring my progress in books, then the fact that I haven’t even finished one in the past six hours is rather embarrassing. On the other hand, if I say that I’ve read over 550 pages of Royal Assassin, does that make it a bit more impressive?

Readathon: The Halfway Mark

I do not have as many exciting things to say for this one, other than much tea has been drunk and the hockey game has started, which is always awesome, if a bit distracting. But I do have what I think is a rather fun derivation of a speech from Henry V.

Readathon: The First Six (ish) Hours

What’s up, fellow readers? I found I had more progress – and frankly more fun- when I switched off the computer, so that’s what I did, for the most part. But I’m not jumping off the online world entirely for the Readathon. I said before (I think) that I’m going to update every six hours, so here you go. The first update! *bells and whistles*

Let the Games Begin.

No, not the Olympics. Or the Hunger Games. Or the X-Games, which is how I initially described this reading-for-twenty-four-hours venture.

It’s almost time for Dewey’s Readathon!

Does a Nasty Artist Make For Terrible Art? also starring Hugh Howey’s need for a Brain-to-Mouth filter

It’s the never-ending question for me. Can a nasty person make good art- and if so, should you support that artist?

Thoughts on ‘Zoo City’

If you have to live with a constant reminder of your worst action, do you think you could move on from it?

Given how much I cringe over mishaps that took place 10 years ago, I know I couldn’t. But Zinzi December, the narrator of Zoo City, is able to. Just not at first.

From the beginning of the story, she has a constant companion, who never leaves her side. At first glance, this companion wouldn’t seem too much of a burden. He’s a sloth. They’re kind of cute animals, maybe a pain to carry around, but having one shouldn’t be a big deal. Right?

Wrong. If you have an animal, you’re an outcast.