You are currently browsing the monthly archive for December 2009.

Oh, I completely forgot! I posted some things on Arthurian legend at my other journal:
Arthurian reading list.
Crash course in Arthurian history.

Do enjoy. 🙂

It was raining the other morning while I was at work, and I happened to look up as the mailman walked by the office. He was wearing what must have been some sort of standard mailman poncho, but something about it made it look just like a mid-length cape, and he immediately and forcefully reminded me of Lando Calrissian. The colors were even the same! Too cool. (Also, wow, does the word “poncho” ever look odd.)

This entry might get long! I’ll tuck the rest away under here.

You know those times when you don’t really know if you’re restless or hungry or thirsty or tired or sad or what you are? I don’t know what I’m wanting, but I’m wanting something, and I mean that both in the sense of desiring something and in the sense of lacking something. Something probably like a sense of direction. *scratches head* On the upside, giving my two weeks’ notice turned out to be surprisingly anticlimactic in terms of my employers’ reactions and surprisingly touching in terms of my coworkers’ reactions, so it was a good day.

This is an even odder mix than usual, I think:
A Lego house, built by some wonderful man. That last picture should be emblematic of the destruction of childhood or something.
Photography by Alicia Bock, which I heard about from Danielle.
A fabulous ad for Google.
Your life is not weird enough. Remedy this by watching “Tonight, Tonight” by Smashing Pumpkins.
MORE. Wonderful and a little disturbing.
The Clever Hamsters.
Not sure if this is real or not, but regardless, it’s somehow very chilling.

I had to wait for a few days for Atlas Shrugged to become available (what, there was a run on Rand books this week?), so I read One More for the Road by Ray Bradbury first, as you might’ve guessed from the quote I posted. RAY, HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME. That man is exquisitely brilliant. I’m only 100 pages or so into Atlas Shrugged, but it’s interesting so far. Though, was Ayn Rand this preachy in The Fountainhead too, and I just was too young to pick up on most of it (or I’ve subsequently forgotten)? I’m feeling somewhat bludgeoned.

Frolicking in the moonlight is a little like ballet, and a little like twirling around until you get dizzy and clumsy, and a lot like how you danced when you were little and didn’t know there was such a thing as someone watching you. Of course, going for a frolic in the moonlight is very different here, where even the moon is dimmer because of the lights, and cars are everywhere, and there’s no quiet. I think I freaked out several cars and one guy who was taking out the trash. Shh, I’m quite harmless.

“He awoke for no reason except that he had had a dream that the earth shrugged, or an earthquake had happened ten thousand miles away that no one felt, or that there had been a second Annunciation but everyone was deaf, or perhaps it was only that the moon had come into the room during the night and changed the shape of the room and changed the looks on their faces and the flesh on their bones and now had stopped so abruptly that the quick silence had stirred his eyes wide. In the moment of opening, he knew the streets were dry, there had been no rain. Only, perhaps, some sort of crying.” – One More for the Road by Ray Bradbury.

Ray Bradbury, I love you, I love you, I love you. You say all the things I meant to and never did.

That whole Thanksgiving deal is pretty wonderful. I had a fantastic four days of bliss. Even the plane rides were entertaining! I had a lovely chat with some guy who is a competitive water skiier. The first thing I did when I got home was sweep the roof. The roof didn’t particularly need sweeping, and of all the things I missed about home, that was not even on the list, but…there you go. I spent lots of time with the family (on Thanksgiving day we took a load of brush to the dump…very typical), consumed astounding amounts of pie, and on Saturday I was reunited with my CU crew, which was utterly splendid! I missed all of them so very much. The weather was deliciously cool, and I slept with my window open every night (it was in the 30s, perfect for sleeping) and wore long-sleeved shirts and did not melt.

The links today are mainly swiped from other friends, but since they do it to me all the time, I don’t feel the least bit guilty. Not a bit, do you hear?
Papyrus: don’t let it happen to you or your loved ones. Stolen from Sarah.
“Famous Last Words” by Deerhunter, also stolen from Sarah. But I liked the band first, darn it.
“My Girls” by Animal Collective, stolen from Graham.
Cell phones make us all dumb, guys.
Jumprope skillz. I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I stole this one from my parents. However, it’s still quite cool.

Then I read some things. Click for more book ramblings of the usual kind.

You seem to have stumbled upon a storytelling of ravens. Watch for falling collective nouns; you may find a wing of dragons or a charm of hummingbirds caught in your hair. Hardhats are recommended.

Follow me on Twitter

my read shelf:
Stephanie Ricker's book recommendations, liked quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists (read shelf)

A Storytelling