I’m off to Washington, DC next weekend for a business trip! Terribly exciting. I’m looking forward to riding the metro by myself and getting up to all sorts of hijinks. There won’t be much down time for site-seeing, but I am bound and determined to get to the Library of Congress, if it’s at all possible. Can you believe I’ve been to DC twice and have yet to go to the largest library in the world? I know, inexcusable.

I’ve now worked my way through the first four seasons of Doctor Who, and I’m a couple episodes into season 5. Might I say for the record that, after seeing the Tenth Doctor’s heart-wrenching farewell, it is a darn good thing that David Tennant is safely engaged, or I would be sorely tempted to show up on his doorstep with flowers. And that would be embarrassing and awkward for everyone.

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Found the shipwreck that inspired Moby Dick.
How did I live for so long without knowing about the Dyatlov Pass Incident?
15 things Kurt Vonnegut said better.
Venn diagram elucidating the ages-old debate.
Things you did not know about Abraham Lincoln.
So…if I dance around in a dress made of bells and generally act really weird while making fabulously bizarre music, I could get my own chunk of shockingly beautiful Icelandic island too?

Map of the fantasy world.
The Black Rabbit of Inle, part of a gallery exhibit featuring art inspired by Watership Down.
Sword-fighting with shadows.
Armed notebooks.

“David’s Lullaby, directed and edited by my brother, in honor of his friend who was killed recently.
“Rolling in the Deep” by Adele.

I hadn’t realized quite how long it’s been since I read Voyage of the Dawn Treader, but it was lovely to be back. It was always one of my favorite Narnia books, probably because it combined fantasy with sea adventures. And if Dawn Treader isn’t the perfect name for a ship, I don’t know what is.

I’m now working on The Lord God Made Them All, one of James Herriot’s famous books about being a veterinarian in rural England. In spite of the pious title and innocuous-looking cover, the book is wickedly funny, and it can be awkward to read in public places. “What’s so amusing?” someone asks. And then you have to figure out a nice way of saying that you’re reading about bovine Cesarean sections gone horribly awry, with two fellows up to their elbows inside the guts of a cow. Trust me, it really is hilarious.