Weekend Activity Report

[malsperanza]

Cubic meters of old newspapers thrown away: 32

Cubic meters of old newspapers retained because, actually, I still want to read that one article: 12

Cat boxes cleaned: 0

Number of bills paid: 3

Pumpkin pies eaten: 1

Number of days needed to eat pie: 1

Chapters of Quicksilver read: 24 (short chapters, though)

Other books read: 1

Cubic meters of summer clothing put away and winter clothing unpacked: 0

Walks in the park: 1

Number of DVDs watched: 7 (see list below)

Number of times "Buckaroo Banzai" watched: 2

Visits to gym: 0

Books removed from floor and inserted on bookshelves: 20

Books remaining on floor: Vast, untold number

*Sigh* Best estimate of books remaining on floor: 60

Things filed: 8

New things arriving that need filing: 26

Percentage of studio cleaned: 15%

Number of digital-image management programs downloaded and installed: 0

Percentage of checkbook balanced: 100%

Percentage of checkbook balanced without discrepancies: 0%

Running meters of bookshelves rearranged: 600, give or take

Number of imported Venetian glass dragonflies attached to chandelier by means of intricate network of hand-strung glass beads: 2

Branches of blown-glass mistletoe attached to chandelier by means of i.n.o.h-s.g.b: 1

Number of glass leaves attached to chandelier by means of i.n.o.h-s.g.b: 9

Running feet of i.n.o.g.b. strung: A gazillion, at least

Number of movies watched while stringing i.n.o.g.b.: 7

Hours spent working on The Project: 4

Hours spent working on The Project productively: 0

Number of lamps rewired: 1

Number of important phone calls made: 2

Number of important phone calls not made: 2

Number of phone calls from mother dodged thanks to call screening: 2

Degree of appreciation for call screening: High

Hours spent gluing small things to other things: 5

Number of picture frames covered with small, colorful, random glued objects: 1

DVDs:
L'Avventura
Blood Simple
Pandaemonium
Lumiere
Buckaroo Banzai
Down by Law
Dead Man

Fun:Guilt ratio: 10:4

Comments

[porcinea.livejournal.com]

No matter where you go, there you are.

[chresimos.livejournal.com]

Lists make one seem productive. *eyes*

You know, I noted that your god for last month was Mithra. What's up with that? Ahuramazda, all the way.

[malsperanza.livejournal.com]

The deuce, you say! (In the case of Ahuramazda, quite literally, what with all that dualism etc.)

I guess I have a soft spot for minor Aryan sun-gods (or minor gods of the airy space between heaven and earth, depending on your translation preferences), especially in the months when the sun is dying. Also, I was in Rome in October. The Romans took Mithra out of the pantheon of Ahuramazda's underlings & made him a bigtime god of his own. One of my favorite spots in Rome is a mithraeum that lies buried under 2 levels of Christian churches (S. Clemente) and on top of an older Roman building:

http://jefferson.village.virginia.edu:753/dynaweb/rinne/rome/@ebt-link?target=query(%3Cobject%3E+with+id=%22A0698%22);showtoc=true

In Rome, Mithraism was a religion of Roman soldiers who for one reason or another had rejected the official religion of the state. I suppose that, despite my political views, I feel some sympathy for soldiers abroad in the alien East.

[anjali-organna.livejournal.com]

Degree of appreciation for call screening: High

Sigh. So true.

[black-dog.livejournal.com]

Cubic meters of old newspapers retained because, actually, I still want to read that one article: 12

. . .

Books removed from floor and inserted on bookshelves: 20

*Sigh* Best estimate of books remaining on floor: 60

I so identify with all of this -- although you seem more productive than I am at staying on top of things and have a better fun:guilt ratio. I either neglect things until I feel like I'm living in the set of A Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or attack the problem in a fit of energy, making modest progress, until I give out in despair.

My weekend project was going through and either tossing or reclaiming stuff from a bunch of boxes that I had pulled out of storage, um, a while ago. Maybe not quite 12 cubic meters worth, but close.

*Sigh* My apartment = Red Lectroid nest. With books.

[malsperanza.livejournal.com]

you seem more productive than I am at staying on top of things

Not at all. I am just probably more willing to wait until critical mass has been reached, and the whole thing is in danger of plummeting through the floor onto the nice downstairs neighbor's head. Am very houseproud: I clean my house once a year, whether it needs it or not.

My apartment = Red Lectroid nest. With books.

Definitely. This is why we love Red Lectroids so much: we are them. One of the many nice things about them is that they are book lovers--Dr. Lizardo has huge stacks of books everywhere, though whether he reads or eats them is difficult to say. I tried to use the zoom feature to read some of the titles, but couldn't.

OTOH, he also reads Time magazine, which is odd, if you consider that Red Lectroids are more or less a reconfiguration of the Red Martians of the Wells brothers' (H.G. and Orson) imagining, which were, in turn, a not-so-subtle metaphor for Fear of Reds, whereas Time is hardly a member of the Commie-loving liberal press.

I am pretty sure there are a couple of tins of Lazzaroni amaretti lying around this place, and probably a box of Screaming Yellow Zonkers as well, which AFAIK have not been manufactured since 1985.