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What's that? I've actually progressed past the point of panicked dot points and canon-notes and have managed to write some words?
C'EST UN MIRACLE.
Number of literary references that have snuck in ALREADY: four. Je suis condamnée à être prétentieuse. Though despite the prevailing winds of francophilia that appear to be blowing through my vocabulary tonight, I am manfully resisting any attempts by that language to infiltrate my fic.
I spent a goodly portion of this morning whacking spiders with a broom in the very hot sun, in an attempt to clean up the outdoor furniture in preparation for my 21st. It wasn't fun. But! I also finished A Passage to India (verdict: not nearly as fun as ARwaV, but very good nonetheless) and am on the last chapter (zomg) of Gödel, Escher, Bach. I am so glad I persevered through the tough chapters on propositional calculus, because I have now passed into the blissful valleys of artificial intelligence and the interactive nature of form and content in artistic expression. I am so impressed with this book, largely because it so neatly matches my own intellectual interests at this moment in time: it's as though the author was hoping for readers with a strong background in mathematical reasoning, but with knowledge of molecular genetics & neuroscience & choral music, an interest in linguistics and consciousness theory, and a knack for recognising cross-modal isomorphisms. IT'S SO AMAZING. It's probably the most mentally stimulating thing I've ever read. Unfortunately I can't whole-heartedly recommend it to everyone, as I have a feeling the maths sections would bore most of you to death, but...guh. AWESOME.
C'EST UN MIRACLE.
Number of literary references that have snuck in ALREADY: four. Je suis condamnée à être prétentieuse. Though despite the prevailing winds of francophilia that appear to be blowing through my vocabulary tonight, I am manfully resisting any attempts by that language to infiltrate my fic.
I spent a goodly portion of this morning whacking spiders with a broom in the very hot sun, in an attempt to clean up the outdoor furniture in preparation for my 21st. It wasn't fun. But! I also finished A Passage to India (verdict: not nearly as fun as ARwaV, but very good nonetheless) and am on the last chapter (zomg) of Gödel, Escher, Bach. I am so glad I persevered through the tough chapters on propositional calculus, because I have now passed into the blissful valleys of artificial intelligence and the interactive nature of form and content in artistic expression. I am so impressed with this book, largely because it so neatly matches my own intellectual interests at this moment in time: it's as though the author was hoping for readers with a strong background in mathematical reasoning, but with knowledge of molecular genetics & neuroscience & choral music, an interest in linguistics and consciousness theory, and a knack for recognising cross-modal isomorphisms. IT'S SO AMAZING. It's probably the most mentally stimulating thing I've ever read. Unfortunately I can't whole-heartedly recommend it to everyone, as I have a feeling the maths sections would bore most of you to death, but...guh. AWESOME.
