Just under five weeks to M-day

So.
N and I have lived in Vegas for 25 and 17 years respectively. Now we are picking up and relocating ourselves to Portland, OR.
N is going first, in about five weeks, and I'm following about a month later.
This week, on Wednesday, the movers are coming to survey how much crap we're moving, since N's parents have tenderly volunteered to pay for professionals to do the move for us. I am aware that they are going to steal all our possesions, don't worry. I'm keeping a month's worth of clothes, my favorite books, and all of my other important stuff on my person - Gramma's diaries? Staying with me. Also, my cat is staying with me.
I do not trust that N won't "free" him into a river.
Challenges for the coming week, then, include packing N's room, getting rid of, I dunno, THE COMMADOR? Yes. The THREE obsolete cpus? Yes. So I'll be posting before, during and after pictures.
Expect a lot of updates Wednesday morning, because N will finally get down to business on Tuesday night. :)
Anyway, this may seem a little silly, but I'm really impressed by the number of tasks I have to accomplish in the next five odd weeks.
My best bud just went through this and I simply mocked. Now I see the true horror and am humbled.
Hopefully the payoff will be worth the effort.
Civel

The Letters of Oscar Wilde

Edited by Rupert Hart-Davis. I've been reading this for my thesis. Wilde's letters are really witty, in fact. He looks like a fun correspondent. Other than this, I've been working my butt off and getting ready to move. So "my cliche existence" is going to temporarily change its face, since I miss posting.
More on that to come, later today.

Dibs in Search of Self

This is not a book I would have picked up, but it is a very interesting non-fiction psychology text. In it, Dr. Virginia Axline tells the story of a messed up, genius 5 year old boy...well, I'll leave it there, because you really should read it.

Little Porcelian cup in which biting acids could be mixed

Yes, that is the title, and no it didn't occur to me to figure out what that is referencing until this very moment-fear not, I'll look it up soon.
This is an amazingly well-written essay by Michael M. Kaylor. I hate his points, and I hate his ambiguous stance on moralizing and condemning - but I see myself caught up in excellent organization and phrasing that shows real attention to detail.
Therefore, it is an excellent essay, written by an ambiguous person who over estimates the importance of sex.

Oscar Wilde's Decorated Books

I read a lot of long, boring books. This book is, additionally, a mess to read. I don't know if any of the information was offered for a reason or a point, but there was a lot of it, thrown together under the guise of a book. The overall impression is that I still know almost nothing about core concepts the book initially pretended to be about, and my vocabulary of pompous words has run sobbing from the room.

Update: Why no updates...

Not only have I been stuck doing a completely useless paper for school, but I've been distracted with an upcoming move.
Although it didn't do you, my alleged readers, any good, I've been writing to you from Las Vegas, Nevada (Vegas, Baby!). Wouldn't guess that someone so boring would live in such a shiny place, huh? Raised there though, go figure. Anyway, N is going to accept a job in Portland, OR, and we're set to head up there in August. Today we went to Powell's books. Expect a lot on Pater.
So anyway, right now I'm celebrationally drunk half away from today and exceedingly excited.

Cheers,
Civel

Requiem - Akhmatova's best piece?

I wouldn't know, because I've only read four of her poems.
Hopefully, certain people will realize I don't have this book, I want it, and this is what it looks like.