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Mar. 11th, 2024 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowkat1. Daylight Savings Time has left me feeling groggy today - which I took off and mostly did laundry, watched television, and dozed. Did put together a sorbet for the Ninja Creami - with crushed pineapple and mango slices, juice, and orange juice, and a touch of rum. We'll see if it works as a sorbet.
I can't help but think the CPAP machine is making sleep issues worse than better.
2. Yellowface by RF Kuang - I'm slowly making my way through. It's a biting satire about the American Publishing Industry - and how it slices apart books and pushes novels that are more marketing copy than real. Punchy prose, with a lack of true depth. And how insanely racist it truly is.
I'm finding it hilarious in places, because even I have experienced some of these critiques.
I don't know, however, if someone whose never interacted with the nasty NYC publishing world will react to it? Or someone who works within it and is ahem, not self-aware?
American Fiction - made similar jabs and accusations with a satiric tone about the American Publishing Industry except via a Black man's point of view. Kuang does it from a Chinese woman's perspective.
I'm enjoying it so far at any rate.
Also listening to Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Journals from the 1980s which is kind of entertaining. More so than Streisand's. Brown is a journalist, so kind of just throws the facts at you, and doesn't get too caught up in the emotion or the navel gazing.
3. Great Pottery Throw Down - the fifth season seems to focus almost exclusively on hand builds, which is why the non-hand-builders seemed to leave early on.
The last challenge is a totem, although they are throwing the bowls at least.
4. Work isn't intimidating me any longer. Or I'm not really dreading it?
I'm mainly working with the grumpy philosophy professor as opposed to the egotistical drill sergeant, so that's probably the reason? I much prefer the grumpy philosophy professor. Can't think why? (that's rhetorical).
For a moment or two last week - I thought I was going to be working under the drill sergeant again - but alas, it was a false alarm. And quickly taken care of by the drill sergeant.
5. I'm procrastinating entering one of my pieces of artwork in the Brooklyn Museum Open Admission. I will make myself do it next weekend. I have until April to do it.
I can't help but think the CPAP machine is making sleep issues worse than better.
2. Yellowface by RF Kuang - I'm slowly making my way through. It's a biting satire about the American Publishing Industry - and how it slices apart books and pushes novels that are more marketing copy than real. Punchy prose, with a lack of true depth. And how insanely racist it truly is.
I'm finding it hilarious in places, because even I have experienced some of these critiques.
I don't know, however, if someone whose never interacted with the nasty NYC publishing world will react to it? Or someone who works within it and is ahem, not self-aware?
American Fiction - made similar jabs and accusations with a satiric tone about the American Publishing Industry except via a Black man's point of view. Kuang does it from a Chinese woman's perspective.
I'm enjoying it so far at any rate.
Also listening to Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Journals from the 1980s which is kind of entertaining. More so than Streisand's. Brown is a journalist, so kind of just throws the facts at you, and doesn't get too caught up in the emotion or the navel gazing.
3. Great Pottery Throw Down - the fifth season seems to focus almost exclusively on hand builds, which is why the non-hand-builders seemed to leave early on.
The last challenge is a totem, although they are throwing the bowls at least.
4. Work isn't intimidating me any longer. Or I'm not really dreading it?
I'm mainly working with the grumpy philosophy professor as opposed to the egotistical drill sergeant, so that's probably the reason? I much prefer the grumpy philosophy professor. Can't think why? (that's rhetorical).
For a moment or two last week - I thought I was going to be working under the drill sergeant again - but alas, it was a false alarm. And quickly taken care of by the drill sergeant.
5. I'm procrastinating entering one of my pieces of artwork in the Brooklyn Museum Open Admission. I will make myself do it next weekend. I have until April to do it.