August flew by in a flurry of birthday celebrations and well wishes, but it ended in a most unpleasant, life endangering, most inconvenient accident. No part of the accident was my fault, and in no way could it have been anticipated, not with an underage drunk person driving their car into your house and demolishing everything in it inside a gated community (not one of those ratty neighborhoods) under their deranged illusion your house is their driveway. If I sound upset and mean referring to that incident it is because I am still plagued by the consequences of the drunk driver's actions.
Understandably, I've shifted my priorities in a different direction and will no longer force my undisciplined self through the rite (or pretense) of writing 500 words per day about who-knows-what. Fortunately, URL addresses do not yet take proper Chinese characters, only pinyin, so I am fully able to claim now that "emei tian wu bai zi" now means something else. Instead of picking something that sounds a tad absolute, I hereby declare that as of this day those 14 letters spell the meaning to "did not fill 500 words". Yes, yes, it's quite ironic compared to what it stood for before, but I fully deserve it as I can no longer even hope to live up to that expectation. I also think that freeing myself from this sort of obligation allows me to write with more quality and fresh perspective.
In my post-accident life I have taken a lot of pleasure in listening to good audiobooks while starting up cross stitching. In all honesty, I began in 2011 during my trip to China, but messed up by miscounting squares, and gave up. However, on bed-ridden days I nevertheless thought I could do something with my hands while listening to books, and actually took out the wrong stitches (a substantial part) and redoing them correctly. I am now almost finished with a pair of the most adorable puppies, which I hope to give a friend in good time.
I've also been generous enough to upgrade my brother's computer. Unfortunately, contrary to what I had hoped for and believed, his i2 processor and motherboard were definitely bottle-necking the performance of the GTX 660 I bought for him. Thus interestingly enough, the situation calls for more generosity in the near future to render my past generosity useful, not useless.
I was also able to give my brother an early Christmas gift in the form of acquiring some Leninade from BevMo!, which he has been wanting for some time for the clever quips on the bottles.
I returned Under the Dome by Stephen King and The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley on Audible because I just did not like those books. The urge to know what happens at the end drove me onward listening to all of it, but in one the ending was too unbelievable, and in the other the ending was all too predictable and convenient. I'll admit that both were creative, and each took its own creative liberty, but at the end those were just stories I never really care to hear again. Not in the way that I would listen to epic fantasy series for a second or third time, or even non-fiction books and mystery books. I do really need to finish all the books I have currently checked out from the Sacramento library, such as Fuschia Dunlop's memoir about eating in China.
The next language I seek to master is Japanese, and I'll eventually return to learning French and more German after that. As soon as I figure out how to type in those languages (which, knowing me, may actually be never), I'll post in those languages.
I had really forgotten I had this blog, almost. Then A Hyperbole and A Half came back, and I discovered Riyira. Did Google do away with the bar of links to other services (Blogger included) in the Gmail window, or did I make it go away by accident? In any case, I'm going to try to find a way to restore it. Nothing good ever comes of repressed insanity (<-just joking), so I think trying blogging again may not be so bad, if it lets out my crazy.
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