Agoraphobia

Well, the move is pretty much done. The POD arrived on time, was unloaded of normal items in time, was unloaded of 1300 pound printing presses in time, was picked up on time. I'm sticking around for the Robotics: Science and Systems conference for the next few days.

The new place is... quite large. After 2 years of my tiny Vancouver apartment, and tfabris's increasingly crowded old house, I'm feeling kind of lost in here. I think The Agora is a very appropriate name.

books!

All my non-SF books are unpacked. (And one box of SF.) Yay! So many old friends. Machinery's Handbook. Russian for English Speaking Workers. Ecotopia. All my copies of Beowulf and Old English materials. Mechanisms and Mechanical Devices Sourcebook. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The Way Things Work. All my Herman Hesse. La Plena Ilustrita Vortaro de Esperanto. De Re Metallica. A Book of Five Rings. My complete set of Gingery books. Spacetime Physics and my beta copy of the sequel Scouting Blackholes. My shelf of wanderlusty adventure books. Handbook for Prospectors. Mr. Beck's Underground Map. Kim Jong Il's On the Art of the Cinema. The Craft of the Japanese Sword.

This took up all the bookshelves I have available down here right now. I have another one in Vancouver, maybe 60% full. And the SF in boxes is at least another two bookshelves' worth... Oh well, that will have to wait.

...put all together, the number of Alan Dean Foster books I own is really embarrassing.