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bunnyjadwigasez Juergen. Juergen has some older-brother-I-never-had-and-would-have-killed moments, such as his tendency to tease me mercilessly for my enthusiasm about whatever project I'm currently engrossed in.
Right now, that's entering books into LibraryThing. Cataloging-- or at least recording-- all the books in my library is something I've been gathering my strength to do for years. Now, I'm just doing it. Right now, I'm part-way through the most accessible of my 'study' works, though I haven't touched the fiction, the pagan stuff, or much else.
Being sick allowed me to push my numbers over 300, but the updated profile page raises new anxieties. Can it be possible that I only have 85 books on herbs? That can't be true. Perhaps I should buy some more. (Fortunately, that disastrous impulse is countered by a ban on non-essential expenditures for the moment.) Where are all my books? (Answer: on the floor in the bedroom, or up in the attic.) The idea that I have more books classified medieval than I do herbs is unnerving too. How will I classify the YA fantasy fiction? Should it be in the same database? I guess so.
And sneaking into other people's LibraryThing catalogs to copy entries for non-traditional publications (the Madrone Culinary Guild series; or ancient CAs) leads me into the temptation of book lust (as Nancy Pearl would put it). The fact that I don't have space to house the books I've got (any more than we have space to house all of Sarah's yarn or Juergen's little parts off computers) doesn't stop me from yearning for more, more, more! Fortunately, being sick also offered the opportunity to read some of my collection that I hadn't gotten to.
And that brings me to weeding. Much as I resent the piddling 85 number, I've pulled out some books to remove from my collection, though I may keep one as a Counter Example of the Highest Order. It suggests, for instance, tea of lily-of-the-valley for heart patients, discourages surgery for appendicitis, and has many recipes recommending teas containing comfrey to be drunk daily for weeks on end. Since the comfrey-tea practice is what landed an old lady in the hospital with liver failure and started the research that leads to our current suspicion of comfrey-- no, no no! I'm also thinking about weeding books that I've never read. I may just go back into the catalog and mark them as 'free to a good home' if I decide to give them up... I don't know.
Yes... I've got a bibliographic issue. Is that a surprise?
Right now, that's entering books into LibraryThing. Cataloging-- or at least recording-- all the books in my library is something I've been gathering my strength to do for years. Now, I'm just doing it. Right now, I'm part-way through the most accessible of my 'study' works, though I haven't touched the fiction, the pagan stuff, or much else.
Being sick allowed me to push my numbers over 300, but the updated profile page raises new anxieties. Can it be possible that I only have 85 books on herbs? That can't be true. Perhaps I should buy some more. (Fortunately, that disastrous impulse is countered by a ban on non-essential expenditures for the moment.) Where are all my books? (Answer: on the floor in the bedroom, or up in the attic.) The idea that I have more books classified medieval than I do herbs is unnerving too. How will I classify the YA fantasy fiction? Should it be in the same database? I guess so.
And sneaking into other people's LibraryThing catalogs to copy entries for non-traditional publications (the Madrone Culinary Guild series; or ancient CAs) leads me into the temptation of book lust (as Nancy Pearl would put it). The fact that I don't have space to house the books I've got (any more than we have space to house all of Sarah's yarn or Juergen's little parts off computers) doesn't stop me from yearning for more, more, more! Fortunately, being sick also offered the opportunity to read some of my collection that I hadn't gotten to.
And that brings me to weeding. Much as I resent the piddling 85 number, I've pulled out some books to remove from my collection, though I may keep one as a Counter Example of the Highest Order. It suggests, for instance, tea of lily-of-the-valley for heart patients, discourages surgery for appendicitis, and has many recipes recommending teas containing comfrey to be drunk daily for weeks on end. Since the comfrey-tea practice is what landed an old lady in the hospital with liver failure and started the research that leads to our current suspicion of comfrey-- no, no no! I'm also thinking about weeding books that I've never read. I may just go back into the catalog and mark them as 'free to a good home' if I decide to give them up... I don't know.
Yes... I've got a bibliographic issue. Is that a surprise?
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Date: 2007-08-22 05:05 pm (UTC)On another note, Oh Great Goddess of Mustard, would you like my final write-up of "Balled Mustard for Trips" from Scully's translation of Cuoco Napelatano? I did variants and got people to try them at a Caidan arts event.
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Date: 2007-08-22 05:16 pm (UTC)My next project is to go through my catalog and fix some of the tagging mistakes and make sure it's all organized properly and usefully. (Um, yes, I *did* work for a while doing archaeological collections management, why do you ask?)
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Date: 2007-08-22 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-22 06:06 pm (UTC)I also have no idea how many of them there are, having lost count at pickup truck load #3 when we moved.
Ah, the joy of being a Virgo.
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Date: 2007-08-22 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-23 02:18 pm (UTC)You just hooked me...
Date: 2007-09-10 07:14 pm (UTC)