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Pretty low-key evening last night. Shobhit had a board meeting over Zoom when I got home from work, and then he went out for a while.
I spent most of the evening binging
Sunny on Apple TV, a series about a woman who lives in Japan and gets a mysterious gift from her husband presumed to have died in a plane crash with their child: a "homebot," an AI home assistant robot.
The show isn't that great, really. But the robot is the title character and her behavior cracks me up.
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My morning has been mostly putting out fires here and there, constant distraction from the primary task at hand that I am meant to be doing. I do love taking my breaks to read for half an hour out on the office patio—a feature we are likely to lose when we move office locations again in the next year or two. (To find a place "more aligned with our values," our CEO loves to say, even though it's mostly because this gorgeous office space contributes to wildly unfounded perceptions among store staff that we're all in here sitting in an ivory tower.)
I'm still waiting for
Dune Messiah to become available for checkout at the library. I finished
Sea of Tranquility which kind of disappointed me, and I found myself once again looking at my own bookshelf for something to read. Shobhit recently picked up
More Tales of the City and
Further Tales of the City for free at a Seattle Public Library booth book giveaway at some event I can't remember (I think it may have been Pride?), and at the time I thought it odd that he should consider reading those without reading the first book in the series. But then when I went to look at my shelved books, I was like: Holy shit! I have the original book already!
So anyway, now I'm reading
Tales of the City. I have a record of having read it once before since I started logging my read books in 2003; I read it in 2006. I want to say I read it once before that, which would make this the third time I have read it; I thought I had read the second and third books in the series already but now I can't find any confirmation of that at all; if I did, it was in the nineties. But, there are now apparently
ten books in the series (and there had been six by 2006, three more than perhaps I realized even then) and I currently find myself considering reading the whole lot of them.
They're a light, fun, breezy read in any case. Armistead Maupin also wrote a memoir a few years ago that may also be a fun read.
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[posted 12:32 pm]
