navigating L-space
Wednesday, 20 July 2005 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtAtishoo! Much sneezing caused by a sudden cleaning frenzy, as I attempted to rearrange my study so that a portion, at least, of my desk is visible. This is not so much work avoidance as the result of spending two days updating my online course outlines and bibliographies, which entails much nit-picky chasing down of thrice-dratted misplaced HTML codes. I am forced to erupt into mindless energy after discovering, having coded for five hours straight, that my tea levels are dangerously low, my brain is a soft, cheesy substance, and all the blood in my veins has congealed.
L-space management strategy has been applied as follows. An hour's frenzied activity with one ladder, two cats, a chair, several cups of Earl Grey and great tottering piles of books, has relocated all my seldom-consulted medieval history to the top shelf where they are only accessible by a ladder or levitation. (Since either entails the expenditure of much effort and energy, I think I shall have to invest in a small crossbow and a bunch of bolts with suckers and twine, so I can shoot desired volumes and pull them down. A miniature catapult on my desk will return them to place. Bookshelf crises are always avertable by being creative. Alternative suggestions welcome, however. I've already thought of the Elastigirl one of extending a rubber neck to grab them in my teeth, and my neck is stiff and ain't co-operating.)
At any rate, this has freed up enough shelf space to actually shelve the (count them) 22 volumes that were piled on my desk (mostly film genre studies, fan culture and postmodernism), and has incidentally revealed the following:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starmadeshadow off at the airport, choose books for the bookclub and cook supper for 8 people. I have also incautiously signed up for a seminar on blogging and African development on Friday, possibly in the same approximate spirit as a hairshirt-wearing monk, which will nicely complement choosing South African novels with wolverine_nun in the afternoon. After the staff meeting. *runs screaming into the night*.
L-space management strategy has been applied as follows. An hour's frenzied activity with one ladder, two cats, a chair, several cups of Earl Grey and great tottering piles of books, has relocated all my seldom-consulted medieval history to the top shelf where they are only accessible by a ladder or levitation. (Since either entails the expenditure of much effort and energy, I think I shall have to invest in a small crossbow and a bunch of bolts with suckers and twine, so I can shoot desired volumes and pull them down. A miniature catapult on my desk will return them to place. Bookshelf crises are always avertable by being creative. Alternative suggestions welcome, however. I've already thought of the Elastigirl one of extending a rubber neck to grab them in my teeth, and my neck is stiff and ain't co-operating.)
At any rate, this has freed up enough shelf space to actually shelve the (count them) 22 volumes that were piled on my desk (mostly film genre studies, fan culture and postmodernism), and has incidentally revealed the following:
- I apparently own a complete three-volume set of the Paston letters. I have no recollection of acquiring this at any point.
- My little skinny book on filet crochet is not, in fact, lost, although upon discovering it I was conscious of the feeling that I rather wish it were.
- Undisturbed shelves of books pick up completely ridiculous quantities of dust, not to mention small wriggly fish-moth thingies, paperclips, random bits of paper from other people's lives, and miniature alternate dimensions.
- My collection of post-1700 fairy tales is 1.67m long, or approximately as tall as I am.
starmadeshadow off at the airport, choose books for the bookclub and cook supper for 8 people. I have also incautiously signed up for a seminar on blogging and African development on Friday, possibly in the same approximate spirit as a hairshirt-wearing monk, which will nicely complement choosing South African novels with wolverine_nun in the afternoon. After the staff meeting. *runs screaming into the night*.
