The Blood of Flowers (hardcover, reviewer’s ed, sent to me par avon ages ago), as I was reading about a somewhat stereotypical scenario of sweatshop worker-carpet children-weavers, how their hands grew disproportional and their legs became un-useable due to how they spend their whole days knotting carpets… for some reason I thought of the similarity between that and computers, the whole modern analogue of chained to a terminal. I’m also starting to realize I’ve put myself in a self-ordained sweatshop in my YOS. I literally wake up, turn on the computer (or screen), spend outrageous hours glued to the terminal, and sleep maybe 3 days later, and cycle-repeat +5 hours later.
Incidentally, as with most of my blog postings, the YoS list is totally ephemera… must have written it and totally forgotten about the list. Some things on the list I haven’t even touched, while others not quite at the originally planned dates, and then others have evolved into something totally different.
