Up (as in, yes, I'm up)-dates

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I just cataloged my final entry, in my place for such things, of my 2008 Books Read, and it ended with a relatively good book (Alexander McCall Smith's Dream Angus) but with a relatively piss-poor total count for the year of 36. (I thought about laying claim to 37 by counting "Book 1" of Tristram Shandy, but I decided to hold that for '09. If I make it all the way through that mental minefield with my brain intact, it quite legitimately counts for 10 books toward this year's tally.)

Not that resolutions get us anywhere, but I do plan to hit 50 this year- books, not years, which I'm going to hit whether I want to or not. In part, I will aim to do so by not only keeping the list of them going, but by noting the completion dates of each so I can be sure to stay on a roughly one-a-week pace.

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On the even brighter side, I finished my year-end project of 100 weird sprots memories, a day early and with an extra 101st in there in case I find later to have screwed up the numbering. The last of those is here, and those Little Green Left Turn Arrows will take you back through the rest. May is one I know will have a chance to play "Where's Waldo" with that.

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Eleanor has the day off, the sun is out, and in 19 days, a large white house will fall on the Wicked Witch of the Southwest as he and his broom are swept out of town.

Life is good.

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[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

My final book of the year was one about the affair between Lord Horatio Nelson of the British Navy and a golddigger named Emma. Interesting book, comprised mostly of letters, that showed the Victorian Era was not quite as chaste as everyone would think. (Of course those who have studied Victorian Lit. already know that!)