...alot of nasty habits this week.
No smoking, coffee, or drinking.
Throwing in the towel on that triad was, I admit, a good thing...giving up solid food, driving, reading, and sometimes walking about ...well, not so fun. I haven't been a brave little toaster with an iron clad will...my mouth is full of little titanium screws and stitches...my bloodstream is full of antibiotics and vicodin.
Other not so gory stories:
Reading:
A-Frame by Chad Randl....a lovely history of the campy houses that you could build in a weekend. Watch the idea grow from it's tent like beginnings, to bomb shelters, all the way up to Frank Lloyd Wright's Unitarian Meeting house and beyond. Chock full of original sketches and vintage blueprints. I ordered a print kit from : ubild.com
The Anatomy of a Revolution by Crane Brinton...starts slow to catch you up to all of the information your high school history teacher was too drunk to teach you. It parallels the Russian, French, American, and English revolutions. History told by historians, simple and unbiased...yet somehow, hard to put down (aside from Wikipedia-ing every unrecognizable name mentioned). It will probably lead into a few new books because of its lofty bibliography.
Woodrow's Trumpet by Tim McLaurin... A story set in a sleepy place sandwiched between Chapel Hill and Burlington, NC paces you through it's tobacco country past to it's rash of suburban development changing the town at high velocity...Thus far, I am about half way through , a fairly interesting read.
