Less than three... bookshelves?

JD comes back from his transcontinental business trip tomorrow night. In his absence, I had to outsource food production beyond breakfast and packed school lunch, and with that executive decision we did alright on our own this week. Blogging was the unintended victim. My apologies.

In the vain effort to catch up, I am doing two memes I got tagged for ages ago. In one post. Because there is no time like the present.

So way back in the stone age, two very lovely ladies, C and B, told me they less than three my blog. Awwww.... Which means they heart me. Go on, tilt your head. Maybe the other way. See it?

I less than three them back, of course. I also less than three so many of you it would take me till the morning to just list and link everyone. So how about I go with these five: Bon, Janis, Kate, Niobe, and Tash. Each has a voice that is unique, and melodic, and true, and strong, even when whispering, even when in pain or self-doubt. One day soon I will say more about them. One day. Soon.

Some time ago, you know, less than three weeks back (clear progress in how long it takes me to get to these), Niobe tagged me for the bookshelves meme, where you show off your family jewels. Books. I mean books. So here goes.

 
See the tuskless elephant acting as a bookend on my shelf of lefty political books? So? Funny, right? Always wanted to show this off to more people. The elephant came from Taiwan many many years ago when my mom had an extended business trip there. Well, it wasn't tuskless when it left Taiwan. Sadly, his tusks did not survive the trip. My dad tried to glue them back on, but no luck. He lived, forlorn, on my old bookshelf with not much to do. Until we spotted this lovely shelving unit in IKEA. Putting my books neatly on the new shelves, it occurred to me that there really was no better place for a tuskless elephant than that particular shelf. No? (BTW, I have way more lefty political books. Not all of them live in the same bookcase.)

 
This is JD's shelf in the bedroom bookcase. See the red On Food and Cooking book? My new boss mentioned it within my first couple of weeks on the job. It is basically the chemistry of cooking. Material science, if you will. Which, by the way, was JD's undergrad major. And is very much the way he cooks-- thinking about chemical properties of his ingredients and how they might interact. Makes for extremely yummy grill fare, if I say so myself. When he first got the book (as a Hanukkah present), I wasn't allowed to touch it-- he wanted it all to himself. I still haven't gotten a good look at it, but that has more to do with swamped than the restraining order which I consider lifted by virtue of time elapsed.

 
Our poetry shelf, in JD's office.


The corner of Monkey's bookcase. The diary was one of her birthday presents from a classmate. Nobody is allowed to read it. Except me.

I guess I should be tagging people for this. I am nosy, so here goes: B, Jenny F. Scientist, and Kate even though her blog is private, because I want to know what the academics will admit to having on their shelves. Personally, I also think that Amelie's entry on this was a bit one-sided, so, Amelie, if you are game, please consider yourself tagged.