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Apparently, I only have the attention span to get half way through parenting books. I therefore introduce new techniques with great confidence and enthusiasm, only to descend into well meaning chaos.

I am currently half way through What To Expect in the First Year, the No Cry Sleep Solution, and Baby Led Weaning. As such, I know what to expect for the first five-odd months, how to get Prof Wrigglesworth into his crib to sleep but not how to keep him there, and why baby led weaning is good but not how to do it.


Anyway, I'll push on with the weaning book until I learn how to keep the kid from choking and wing it from there.

In other news, season 4 of Heroes is annoying me. Does this still need a spoiler cut? I realise I'm rather late to this party. )
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I should be preparing for the lesson observation I have on Tuesday.

Instead I have fallen into the most wonderful (and procrastination-aiding) website ever:

My no-so-inner OCD bibliophile is made very happy by this website. I have spent a half hour adjusting the star ratings on books I've added so far to make sure that they reflect perfectly the relative positioning of said books in my affection. I am resisting the urge to search and add every book I've ever read as a way of putting off marking and planing.

I am in love with this website. I may have to marry this website.
in_stead: (math)
BF and I went to France during the half-term break, where we both picked up a wicked flu bug that I am only just starting to get over. It might have helped if I had admitted to still being sick and staying home from work a day or two to recover, but that would be far too sensible and rational, so I have continued to drag myself in.

In other news, I have reports due for my Year 8 students on Friday, not to mention the fact that I am a Year 8 Form Tutor and will be responsible for editing the subject reports of my form kids the week after. At about 10 subject reports for each of the 30 kids in my form, that's about 300 individual pieces of paper.

My only consolation is that this is the biggest round of reports that I have to do this year. Once I get through this, it's clear sailing through to summer.

As well, my massive order of Russian mysteries and trashy romances arrived from Amazon this morning. As soon as I get two classes worth of reports done, I am going to reward myself with an hour on the couch with a book and a cup of tea.
in_stead: (the ninth hole)
Dear Saturday,

BBC Weather assures me that you are supposed to be sunny and lovely. My window tells me that you are, in fact, grey and kind of unpleasant looking.

Today is the day that I will not be trapped in a tiny room with even tinier lunatics. I had hoped instead to sit in the park with massive Peppermint Latte from Starbucks, my MP3 player, and H.P. Lovecraft, sucking up sharp spring sunshine. I would rather not be forced to fall back on my plan B, which includes indoors, indoors, and more indoors.

I am tired of indoors. I need vitamin D. It is essential to the development of strong bones, not to mention a healthy immune system.

Please shape up.

Yours most sincerely,
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Thursday was not so very bad today. I am not sure how that happened. I don't think it was anything I did -- the kids just seemed rather subdued, like someone had perhaps killed their collective kittens.

Sadly, I have only just now gotten home from work. I marked until my eyes crossed, as I have been letting that particular responsibility slide lately.

On the menu tonight is bed, bed, H.P. Lovecraft in bed, gym if I get a burst of energy, dinner if I can convince myself to get out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen to microwave something, bed, bed, bed, and bed.

And more H.P. Lovecraft. Who continues to be awesome.
in_stead: (fuck bees)
Truck Tuesdays = 1
Me = 0


I am going to curl up in bed for a while with H.P. Lovecraft and some mellow folk-rock music before taking another run at this teaching business. I just can't face the marking and planning I have to do tonight yet. Later, I'll do that. And go to the gym. And make dinner. And things.
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So, I've started sorting and packing my belongings -- which mostly consist of books, and how very much the student cliche am I? -- for storage while I'm in England. My parents' garage has a big, empty space under the roof -- we're going to lay plywood down over the rafters, stack my boxes up, and tarp the whole pile to keep the lot dry.

And it's surprising me how very difficult I'm finding it to pack up my history books. I got rid of a lot of them in the last move, and more again with this sorting, so all that remains are the ones that I really, really love. All the old Stead and Victorian publishing sources, bits of literary and journalism theory, meta-sources on the history of popular culture and British imperialism, and a pile of Wellington biographies and biopics.

I don't want to box them up for an indefinite period of storage! I want to bring them with me and keep them and pet them and love them and even, occasionally, read them!


In other news, the packing process is proving quite interesting. I pick up an empty box, balance it on a chair, fill it up with books, and then call someone to come and take it away as I am still not allowed to lift anything. I could get used to this oi, you, come'ere and do the heavy lifting for me approach to life.
in_stead: (rain on the thames)
I finished the tomorrow's homework in today's class. This leaves me with nothing to do tonight but lounge on the deck and basking in the sun, which activity I am currently enjoying utterly. The wireless, by fortuitous happenstance, broadcasts as far as the deck. Never mind that I can only pick up the signal half the time in my bedroom -- I would so much rather have it out here.

Decadence, I tell you what.

In other news, I accomplished a great number of things yesterday and today that I will itemise for you at a time when I am feeling less slothful. For now, am going to get back to work on making a decent summer music mix and reading The Poetry of the Universe, which I am enjoying immensely.
in_stead: (text)
Oh, dear. Just when I thought I could relax, I made the extremely unpleasant discovery that the paper copy of the "Maiden Tribute of Modern Babylon" that my thesis supervisor had in her files and gave me, and from which I've been working the entire time I was writing chapter three, was randomly abridged in numerous places. Without any indication that any abridement had been done, entire chunks were excised from the text by whoever it was who transcribed the articles to computer.

I made this discovery while I was trying to sort out my footnotes, which was supposed to be a very low-thought, low-stress, nit-picky process.

This, while not affecting the conclusions in my actual chapter, does make life a little more difficult. I'm not quite as confident about my chapter as I was when I thought I'd actually read the damn article that I spent 45-odd pages analysing. Also, do I have to tell my thesis supervisor that her copy of the series is inaccurate? She has written and is writing various articles and books and things that touch on the topic.

I so don't want to tell her.

I'm now in the process of sorting out an actual transcript of the series. I'm going to print it out hopefully tonight. Tomorrow I'll read it and sort out the footnotes that I had thought I would get done today. It's not a crisis, although it felt like one when I realised what had happened, but certainly offsetting.

In other news, I adore [ profile] andpuff -- she's been one of my favourite fantasy/sci-fi writers since I was in high school and her lj reads like a fic writer's journal. Also, it's very exciting when she posts that she's submitted the manuscript for the third book in her current trilogy.

*waits impatiently for it to hit shelves*
in_stead: (the great london escape)
I meant to get a little more work done tonight, but, instead, found myself doing the office cleaning, file organising, and general paper shuffling that I always end up doing when I finish one chapter and get ready to write the next. All my Stead eulogies are stacked on my desk next to my computer, my books on the sinking of the Titanic and the contemporary media treatment thereof are stacked on the floor next to my feet, and the handful of books I took out on Victorian mourning practices and trends in writing memorials are close at hand on a shelf above my head, propped against the most oft-used of my Stead biographies and general press histories.

I am so ready to get to work. I am organised. I am psyched up. I have thoughts and things to say and quotes. I have a fresh pencil, an eraser, and a stack of lined paper. I am ready to create.

However, after all that sorting, I'm far too tired to anything of the sort. I will, rather, be heading to bed.

in_stead: (newspaper)
I just found a little autobiography of Stead that he wrote just after he got out of jail in 1886. It's very small, only 14 pages long. It was probably originally published in a Pall Mall Gazette Extra.

This is very, very exciting for me. It would probably be slightly more exciting if the only copy of it on the face of the earth (as far as I can tell) wasn't on the other side of a very large ocean from me.

I am not complaining, mind.

Mourning a little, perhaps.

But not complaining.

It is there and waiting for me to get to it when I start in on my PhD research. Something to look forward to.

in_stead: (text)
Dear Raymond L. Schults,

It is my opinion that your biography of Stead, A Crusader in Babylon: W.T. Stead and the Pall Mall Gazette, has been consigned to obscurity for two reasons. They are, in order of importance, as follows:

1. You really didn't contributed anything new to the historiography of Stead. Your book is little more than an abridged re-writing of Frederick Whyte's 1925, two-volume work. You draw the much the same, and in my opinion erroneous, conclusions about Stead's character and motivations. You focus, not only on the same episodes of Stead's life, but the same aspects of those episodes. Given that, anyone interested in Stead is likely to give your book a pass in favour of the much more detailed Whyte biography.


I could forgive you the first, but the second one is going to get you beaten with a very large stick or shoe or book or whatever else is at hand should ever I meet you. It is not sufficient to say "according to Stead's own account" before a block quote that takes up half a page and leave it at that. Stead was a professional journalist and editor. He published any number of "accounts" in his life and produced, what's more, ten times as many "accounts" that were never published but may be found in various archives around Britain. It is absolutely necessary to be MORE BLOODY MOTHERING HELL SPECIFIC IN YOUR GODDAMNED CITATIONS, YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER WANKER.

I do hope that my feedback has been helpful to you.

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