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Weird, wild, cold and fiberoptic
Jan. 13th, 2004 09:08 pmIt's colder than a brass brassiere around here. And windy, tonight, too; feels like the Wild Hunt is out riding the hills.
I've had a nice break from working at the bookstore, and am back to work and livejournaling now. I had some nice periods of loafing this week, and some good and interesting playtime. And I even got some things done around the house, which never hurts. My friend Alexis came up for the week, and although her primary reason for visiting didn't have anything to do with me, we managed to have some time together to talk (mostly between 10pm and 4 am) and to go to Brattleboro with Morgan for Indian food and gallery-spying (I spy: weird illuminati fiberoptic paintings). And then I passed the true friend test: I got myself up at 3:45 a.m.(after 2 and a half hours of sleep), and brought Alexis to the train station in Springfield for 5:30, a.m. Yes, I really did, and I hardly complained at all once it was clear that that was the only schedule that would work. And I got the kid up too, who was in a fantastic mood because he got to see a train up close and personal; and he got to see Alexis wave as the train pulled out of the station. It was dark out almost until we reached home. Granger and I both greeted the dawn with that sense of wonder and adventure that you have when you see something you never see under normal circumstances. Nonetheless, we went back to bed as soon as we got home. We weren't THAT excited about it.
More vacation stuff later.
Now reading: _Quicksilver_ by Neal Stephenson. Seems like a good book so far, but he does like to show off how clever he is. Lucky for him, he's a good enough writer that I'm willing to go along for the whole smug ride.
Read, over the last week:
_Life of Pi_ by Yann Martel; a book club pick that I never would've gotten around to reading on my own. This one was worth it, though. A boy, a lifeboat and the Pacific Ocean. Oh yeah, and a tiger, too.
Martel makes it plausible somehow.
_Nurtured by Love_ by Shinichi Suzuki; I figured if we're taking modified Suzuki violin, I should actually know something about it. It's a book of Suzuki's ideals about education, and the basis of his violin teaching. Not many practical details, but lots of great ideas.
Finished _Q_, and it was extraordinary.
I've had a nice break from working at the bookstore, and am back to work and livejournaling now. I had some nice periods of loafing this week, and some good and interesting playtime. And I even got some things done around the house, which never hurts. My friend Alexis came up for the week, and although her primary reason for visiting didn't have anything to do with me, we managed to have some time together to talk (mostly between 10pm and 4 am) and to go to Brattleboro with Morgan for Indian food and gallery-spying (I spy: weird illuminati fiberoptic paintings). And then I passed the true friend test: I got myself up at 3:45 a.m.(after 2 and a half hours of sleep), and brought Alexis to the train station in Springfield for 5:30, a.m. Yes, I really did, and I hardly complained at all once it was clear that that was the only schedule that would work. And I got the kid up too, who was in a fantastic mood because he got to see a train up close and personal; and he got to see Alexis wave as the train pulled out of the station. It was dark out almost until we reached home. Granger and I both greeted the dawn with that sense of wonder and adventure that you have when you see something you never see under normal circumstances. Nonetheless, we went back to bed as soon as we got home. We weren't THAT excited about it.
More vacation stuff later.
Now reading: _Quicksilver_ by Neal Stephenson. Seems like a good book so far, but he does like to show off how clever he is. Lucky for him, he's a good enough writer that I'm willing to go along for the whole smug ride.
Read, over the last week:
_Life of Pi_ by Yann Martel; a book club pick that I never would've gotten around to reading on my own. This one was worth it, though. A boy, a lifeboat and the Pacific Ocean. Oh yeah, and a tiger, too.
Martel makes it plausible somehow.
_Nurtured by Love_ by Shinichi Suzuki; I figured if we're taking modified Suzuki violin, I should actually know something about it. It's a book of Suzuki's ideals about education, and the basis of his violin teaching. Not many practical details, but lots of great ideas.
Finished _Q_, and it was extraordinary.