In which I am weird about religion
Dec. 9th, 2007 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragojustineOnly 13 more days till I go home for Christmas!
Successful days of writing: 12
I am DONE with my Christmas shopping! *Victory dance*
I am missing home more than I thought I was. I just voluntarily downloaded the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Christmas album. God, this is definitive proof that I miss my daddy.
If I reach for the Gladys Knight, please shoot me?
For somebody who is such an atheist, I sure do get weird about Christmas. The entire year revolves around it, for me, and I start listening to religious music basically 24/7, which is... weird. But I crave it, every year. Every year I end up cursing the fact that secular music tends to be either incredibly trite or sappily over-sentimental. Only religious music is really moving in the way I crave. I just... feel odd, singing hymns. I love Christmas, and I don't want to be any other way about it, but still.
My knee nearly popped out again this morning, which means I need to start working out again NOW, OR ELSE because when my ligaments get weak enough that the knee starts popping out, I am in serious pain for a significant amount of time. Curses. I don't WANNA work out!
Sex in the System: (Stories of Erotic Futures, Technological Stimulation, and the Sensual Life of Machines), ed. Cecilia Tan.
The problem with deciding to post all my book reviews online is that then I have to admit to the stuff I read. Heh.
This just caught my eye in a browse through of the local library's rather pathetic SF section. It prominently features Joe Haldeman, who I respect greatly, and I recognized a couple other names as well, so I took it home.
It's about as uneven as you would expect- some of the stories are just cringe-inducingly bad, with things that not even a rough beta reader would pass in fandom (epithets. Oh god, apparently even professional writers turn to epithets during sex scenes), or premises that don't stand up at all as science fiction. On the other hand, there are stories that work very well as well-done science fiction (I'm thinking of "More than the Sum of his Parts"- after a horrible accident, a man is reconstructed with cyborg limbs and goes completely insane), some that work quite well as erotica ("Remembrance"- two lovers separated when one takes a mercenary contract on the moon, and the communications they exchange), and, startlingly, at least one that works VERY well as both ("The Book Collector"- a programmer creates, and then falls in love with, an AI). All in all, worth checking out.
Successful days of writing: 12
I am DONE with my Christmas shopping! *Victory dance*
I am missing home more than I thought I was. I just voluntarily downloaded the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Christmas album. God, this is definitive proof that I miss my daddy.
If I reach for the Gladys Knight, please shoot me?
For somebody who is such an atheist, I sure do get weird about Christmas. The entire year revolves around it, for me, and I start listening to religious music basically 24/7, which is... weird. But I crave it, every year. Every year I end up cursing the fact that secular music tends to be either incredibly trite or sappily over-sentimental. Only religious music is really moving in the way I crave. I just... feel odd, singing hymns. I love Christmas, and I don't want to be any other way about it, but still.
My knee nearly popped out again this morning, which means I need to start working out again NOW, OR ELSE because when my ligaments get weak enough that the knee starts popping out, I am in serious pain for a significant amount of time. Curses. I don't WANNA work out!
Sex in the System: (Stories of Erotic Futures, Technological Stimulation, and the Sensual Life of Machines), ed. Cecilia Tan.
The problem with deciding to post all my book reviews online is that then I have to admit to the stuff I read. Heh.
This just caught my eye in a browse through of the local library's rather pathetic SF section. It prominently features Joe Haldeman, who I respect greatly, and I recognized a couple other names as well, so I took it home.
It's about as uneven as you would expect- some of the stories are just cringe-inducingly bad, with things that not even a rough beta reader would pass in fandom (epithets. Oh god, apparently even professional writers turn to epithets during sex scenes), or premises that don't stand up at all as science fiction. On the other hand, there are stories that work very well as well-done science fiction (I'm thinking of "More than the Sum of his Parts"- after a horrible accident, a man is reconstructed with cyborg limbs and goes completely insane), some that work quite well as erotica ("Remembrance"- two lovers separated when one takes a mercenary contract on the moon, and the communications they exchange), and, startlingly, at least one that works VERY well as both ("The Book Collector"- a programmer creates, and then falls in love with, an AI). All in all, worth checking out.