stroke me like the rain

Dammit. To whom did I lend my copy of China Miéville's Looking for Jake? It's not in my bookshelf, and I need it for this paper. Memo to self, MUST write these things down, in the nifty book I keep specifically for the purpose but seldom use because I always think I'll remember. I never remember. Brain like cheese.

Today's random linkery, courtesy of Language Log: Chinese kids' toys that purport to teach the wee tot English. Except, not, really. Rather terrifying.

Today's random discovery: I listened to Velvet Underground and Nico twice through, thinking vaguely "but I thought Nico sang on some of these tracks", and then realised that she has a rather harsh contraltoish sort of voice that sounds male. I feel enlightened. Now awaiting the arrival of The Velvet Underground, which is the album with all my favourites on it, although I'm also loving this one.

It's raining this morning. I went to gym, and came back to attack this paper, which I'm doing while listening to all my new music. I'm happy.