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Went to my Ed Roberts Campus (ERC) meeting yesterday. loracs dropped me off and picked me up after. We grabbed lunch at one of my favorite deli's in the Fourth Street area of Berkeley. Bought bread, some Coppa and white cheddar cheese for a sandwich with a bag of chips and a shortbread cookie (Which looked much better than it ended up tasting. It was overwhelmed with powdered sugar. I couldn't taste the shortbread or the caramel sandwiched in between). We stopped by Peete's for a latte and headed back to loracs's work. I had fully intended to drop by serenejournal's workplace but when it got to leaving the car and walking there laziness won out. I spent the rest of the day reading in loracs's office.

I finished off two books this week a rare pleasure. I read one of serenejournal's gifts to me, Mammoth by John Varley. It's been classified as one of his juveniles although it doesn't really fit the category. Except that the plot is pretty simplistic. I enjoyed the set up and predicted the ending about halfway through the book. Not a good sign. I enjoyed his earlier juvenile Red Thunder much more than this attempt.

I also finished off Jonathon Carroll's Outside the Dog Museum wild_irises says her problem with Jonathon Carroll is he writes the same book all the time. He writes it very well, but it's still the same book. I pretty much agree with her point, but I still enjoy them. I love the way reality dissolves into his fantastic magical world's. I thought this particular book was one of his weakest. The magical elements in this book were just too discrete. What I like about his books is how magic slowly insinuates itself into reality. Making things more and more strange and bizarre. This novel didn't have much of that and it continues Carroll's long tradition of being unable to write an ending. Still I'm glad I read it