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Vegetable Growing According To Nietsche
Feb. 27th, 2011 11:21 amI think we're officially having a heatwave. I ventured out to water the vegetables - most of the tomatoes, beans and corn are actually still alive, which is good - but that's probably it for the outside world today. Anything else in my garden which is still alive has a good chance of making it through to the cooler weather. What doesn't kill you...
I got a Facebook invitation to go see Elana Stone's Band at the Ellington, which I am strongly thinking about; just have to navigate Beaufort Street to get there and back. That's next Monday, which is a public holiday :-)
Hm, definitely was fatigued on Friday, reading my entry. The Day After Tomorrow by Robert Heinlein (1949) which I had never heard of prior to finding it in the library, was actually a good book, though it read more like an incomplete sketch, with less description and character development than in his later books and not much tension; his characters were so good at what they were doing that you knew they would never be caught by the evil Pan-Asians who had invaded America.
The premise for this invasion also seemed shaky to me; a political setup called the Nonintercourse Act ensures that neither side has known what the other was doing for some 50 years. Really? No spies at all? So the Americans, particularly one little government lab of military scientists hidden in the Rocky Mountains, have been able to come up with various fantastic inventions which they use against the occupiers, who never show any signs of being able to overcome them or even realise what is being done.
The book should have been nonsense and probably in most other hands would have been, but while Heinlein couldn't entirely suspend my disbelief, it was readable and there were elements of the book which he went on to develop to much better effect in later works. I preferred it to some of his later books.
Real life looks like being a bit slow-moving today.
Most of the rats are asleep, including Elliott, who got moved to the sin-bin cage for aggressive behaviour last night and now won't get out of the hammock there to return home.
I am out of new books to read, though, which is disturbing. I'm making my way through my J.D. Robb collection of In Death books, which I haven't read straight through in order before, but it's possible I'll need to venture out, maybe to the Guildford Book Exchange, for more fuel.
I got a Facebook invitation to go see Elana Stone's Band at the Ellington, which I am strongly thinking about; just have to navigate Beaufort Street to get there and back. That's next Monday, which is a public holiday :-)
Hm, definitely was fatigued on Friday, reading my entry. The Day After Tomorrow by Robert Heinlein (1949) which I had never heard of prior to finding it in the library, was actually a good book, though it read more like an incomplete sketch, with less description and character development than in his later books and not much tension; his characters were so good at what they were doing that you knew they would never be caught by the evil Pan-Asians who had invaded America.
The premise for this invasion also seemed shaky to me; a political setup called the Nonintercourse Act ensures that neither side has known what the other was doing for some 50 years. Really? No spies at all? So the Americans, particularly one little government lab of military scientists hidden in the Rocky Mountains, have been able to come up with various fantastic inventions which they use against the occupiers, who never show any signs of being able to overcome them or even realise what is being done.
The book should have been nonsense and probably in most other hands would have been, but while Heinlein couldn't entirely suspend my disbelief, it was readable and there were elements of the book which he went on to develop to much better effect in later works. I preferred it to some of his later books.
Real life looks like being a bit slow-moving today.
Most of the rats are asleep, including Elliott, who got moved to the sin-bin cage for aggressive behaviour last night and now won't get out of the hammock there to return home.
I am out of new books to read, though, which is disturbing. I'm making my way through my J.D. Robb collection of In Death books, which I haven't read straight through in order before, but it's possible I'll need to venture out, maybe to the Guildford Book Exchange, for more fuel.