[m4w] values/solitude/honesty

(left the book at work all weekend...)

Saturday was values: "female values" conflict with "male/workplace values". well, that's a load of crap. I try to not make my values subjective. I hate it when others do it to me, particularly in social settings.
Sunday was solitude: and how hard it is to make time for oneself. feh. I don't have this problem.
Today is truth: I perceive myself as more truthful than most of the people I know, but I'm also honest enough to know that I probably don't have all the facts, and am ignoring giant hints (dancing on the piano with enormous neon hats) because they only suggest, but do not confirm, and I've misinterpreted them before.

(Yeah, thanks to my values and honesty, I know all too much about solitude.
People envy, and therefore desire, liars and cheaters. I know I do. sigh)

Close to Home is of an overprotective parent informing a child's date of their tight curfew. Having never had a curfew I didn't set for myself, I don't much relate to this. Women's Wit is related, sort of, Monta Crane: There are three ways to get something done; Do it yourself, employ someone or forbid your children to do it. I wonder how much more I'd've done if anything had been outright forbidden. Maybe I'd be a more motivated person now. hmmm.

[m4w] values/solitude/honesty

(left the book at work all weekend...)

Saturday was values: "female values" conflict with "male/workplace values". well, that's a load of crap. I try to not make my values subjective. I hate it when others do it to me, particularly in social settings.
Sunday was solitude: and how hard it is to make time for oneself. feh. I don't have this problem.
Today is truth: I perceive myself as more truthful than most of the people I know, but I'm also honest enough to know that I probably don't have all the facts, and am ignoring giant hints (dancing on the piano with enormous neon hats) because they only suggest, but do not confirm, and I've misinterpreted them before.

(Yeah, thanks to my values and honesty, I know all too much about solitude.
People envy, and therefore desire, liars and cheaters. I know I do. sigh)

Close to Home is of an overprotective parent informing a child's date of their tight curfew. Having never had a curfew I didn't set for myself, I don't much relate to this. Women's Wit is related, sort of, Monta Crane: There are three ways to get something done; Do it yourself, employ someone or forbid your children to do it. I wonder how much more I'd've done if anything had been outright forbidden. Maybe I'd be a more motivated person now. hmmm.

Stephenson Pratchett Hobb

No, this is not your geeky ex's Godel Escher Bach.

(Go ahead, bug me about the lack of umlauts...)

On Saturday, I finally confiscated prog's copy of Quicksilver, brought it with me to read on the bike at the gym, so I got cardio -- as well as the weight training resulting from just carrying the book around.

(Prog has a most interesting rodent problem. The mice get into his fridge, find the 75% off valentine-themed Hershey miniatures I bought for him, and only eat the Krackels and Plains. Leaving all the precious Special Darks for me, Me, ME! I should be so lucky to have such mice, and perhaps some Mr. Goodbar Mice.)

It's looking like I might actually make it to game night tomorrow. (Barring the ever-looming catastrophe, of course). This means I can feed my borrowed Terry Pratchett book habit, trading Monstrous Regiment for The Wee Free Men. (juliansinger started me on my voracious boston book borrowing habit...)

However, after dougo met me at Bartley's tonight (tried the Howard Dean burger, before it gets renamed off the menu) we went and paid homage to Ruth, The Goddess of Pandemonium.

She mentioned the new Robin Hobb book, and my heart soared.
She noticed it wasn't on the shelf, hence probably out of stock, and I was deeply saddened.
She then suggested seeing if it was in the front window display, and it was,
and thus I was yet again uplifted.

O she so toys with my emotions, but I have been satisfied, for I hold a copy of Fool's Fate (...tries to type with book in hands... fails... ) under my right arm, hugged to me like my new best friend, which I'm sure it'll be.

Perhaps some of you would like to schedule a playdate with my new best friend? Considering my track record with Hobb books, I'll probably be finished reading it by the weekend.

Stephenson Pratchett Hobb

No, this is not your geeky ex's Godel Escher Bach.

(Go ahead, bug me about the lack of umlauts...)

On Saturday, I finally confiscated prog's copy of Quicksilver, brought it with me to read on the bike at the gym, so I got cardio -- as well as the weight training resulting from just carrying the book around.

(Prog has a most interesting rodent problem. The mice get into his fridge, find the 75% off valentine-themed Hershey miniatures I bought for him, and only eat the Krackels and Plains. Leaving all the precious Special Darks for me, Me, ME! I should be so lucky to have such mice, and perhaps some Mr. Goodbar Mice.)

It's looking like I might actually make it to game night tomorrow. (Barring the ever-looming catastrophe, of course). This means I can feed my borrowed Terry Pratchett book habit, trading Monstrous Regiment for The Wee Free Men. (juliansinger started me on my voracious boston book borrowing habit...)

However, after dougo met me at Bartley's tonight (tried the Howard Dean burger, before it gets renamed off the menu) we went and paid homage to Ruth, The Goddess of Pandemonium.

She mentioned the new Robin Hobb book, and my heart soared.
She noticed it wasn't on the shelf, hence probably out of stock, and I was deeply saddened.
She then suggested seeing if it was in the front window display, and it was,
and thus I was yet again uplifted.

O she so toys with my emotions, but I have been satisfied, for I hold a copy of Fool's Fate (...tries to type with book in hands... fails... ) under my right arm, hugged to me like my new best friend, which I'm sure it'll be.

Perhaps some of you would like to schedule a playdate with my new best friend? Considering my track record with Hobb books, I'll probably be finished reading it by the weekend.