...there is an e-mail from my dad in my inbox. I am kind of afraid to look at it. Can't we just go back to the month where the entire city of Vientiane had no internet? Unless he's back in Khon Kaen, but I doubt it.
In other news, New Orleans feels
exactly like Seattle or Victoria today. It's not raining, but it's...cold and gray and with that vague threat of rain, you know? It's slightly odd, because I walked outside and immediately went, "WAIT WHAT I AM NOT IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WTF."
*cough* It was very odd.
Also, yesterday I finished reading
The Sign and the Seal: The Quest for the Lost Ark of the Covenant, by my favorite archaeological conspiracy theory writer, Graham Hancock. I've had it out from the library for about three months now, finally got around to reading it, and read it in about three days, about four hundred pages of which were yesterday. As a general rule, I'm not much for conspiracy theories beyond the archaeological/academic kind, but we must remember that I did in fact write my college application essay on how I believed in the lost continent of Atlantis and wanted to find it. (I was, uh, going to be an archaeology major at the time. I was going to be the modern day Indiana Jones! ...clearly that's changed in the past two years.) This sort of thing? My favorite sort of conspiracy theory.
Next up:
A Chosen Few: The Resurrection of European Jewry, by Mark Kurlansky, and
The Ruin of the Roman Empire, by James O'Donnell, both from the library. I like the library. They have books. (Don't ask how I managed to go most of last year without checking out books from the library. I spent a lot of money, let's leave it at that. Look, Howard-Tilton
intimidated me. It still does! I'm getting over it.) After that, I'll have to grab a stack of books before Thanksgiving break, or I've got a fair number that I've, uh, purchased to read --
Wellington's Rifles: Six Years to Waterloo with England's Legendary Sharpshooters,
The Empire of Tea,
1453: The Holy War for Constantinople and the Clash of Islam and the West, and then a stack of fiction, including the next Sharpe book, some Stirling, some Hornblower, the nes Carol O'Connell novel, various miscellaneous things I brought over from Washington and haven't read yet...
Or I could study. That sort of thing. Eh, who needs it.