Oooh, I'm tired. Had a good weekend, though.

On Saturday, Daniel and I went over to the Other Change of Hobbit, and I saw that a bunch of stuff was out in paperback that I'd been telling myself I should pick up when it was out in paperback. So, I got Coraline, and Alex Irvine's A Scattering of Jades, and the new Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, and Mary Anne's erotic choose-your-own adventure novel Kathryn in the City (which has been out for a while, but which I hadn't picked up a copy of for some reason) and the new Locus.

And now I think maybe I'm done with buying books for a while.

And then I sent the books on home with Daniel, and went over to Zed's to help with moving stuff out of his old place and into the new place he shares with the woman whose blog name is Pocahontas. It was remarkably fun, kind of like a really great cocktail party where the guests happen to be staggering around with arms full of boxes of paperbacks and pieces of futons. I could do it again, though not right away, 'cause my biceps hurt. (I kind of like having my biceps hurt - it reminds me that I do, indeed, have biceps.)

I spent Saturday evening playing Final Fantasy X and reading The Paths of the Dead. I loved The Phoenix Guards and Five Hundred Years After, and so far the sequel does not disappoint.

We spent this afternoon wandering around Berkeley with some of Daniel's Clarion West classmates: Claud, who lives just over in San Francisco, and Anna, who lives in Padua, Italy, but is currently road-tripping around the U.S. with her significant other Emiliano. We wandered around the University campus, and visisted the former site of Stanley Hall, where I used to work when I was a grad student. They tore down Stanley Hall just a few months ago, and in a couple of years it will be reborn, shiny and new and seismically safe.

Strange to think that a place where I spent so many years of my life isn't there anymore. I can't say that I'll miss much about the building itself. I had some good times there, and some bad ones, but only two strong memories connected with the building itself. One was the spectacular sunsets we could see from the 5th floor windows of our lab. The other was a particular winter when I was spending a lot of late nights in the lab running agarose gels -- which meant an hour and a half of nothing in paticular to do while the gel ran and developed. I'd often sit at my desk and write, and the wind would howl past the windows. I think my first draft of "Grail Knight" was written during that period.

Anyway, the others graciously indulged my desire to go look at a hole in the ground that used to be occupied by Stanley Hall, and then we wandered around other parts of campus.

And I've been spending this evening reading The Paths of the Dead. And catching up on online journals (my own and others').