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My roommate wrote a children’s book for her nephew’s birthday, and I did the illustrations!  We proudly present Detective Cole Dog and the Case of the Missing Jewels.  Perfect for all those four-year-olds in your life.  Or for those times when you feel like a four-year-old and really just want to read about anthropomorphic black labs.  Don’t argue, I know you go through that phase.

The weather has been acceptable for car-napping lately.  Car-napping does not consist of absconding with vehicles and holding them for ransom, thought that would probably be fun too; rather, it is a term for the delightful cat-nap one steals during one’s lunch break.  The problem, or rather the wonderful thing, about car naps is that I usually eat my lunch first while reading a book, then fall asleep for 20 minutes or so.  This leads to lovely time-condensed dreams in which hours of my dream-life pass, and I wake up unsure of what day or month it is, or why I’m sitting in this parking lot with the Fedex guy giving me weird looks.

This week, my subconscious mixed it up a bit.  For two days in a row, I dreamed that I was still reading the book I had been perusing while I ate my lunch.  The thing with dreams is that usually when we say we read a book or saw a movie in a dream, we mean that our dream self held a book, flipped the pages, and remembers the general storyline in a vague, dreamlike way.  Real dream-reading is different.  I mean I dreamed reading every single word, one at a time, on a specific page, in what felt like real time, exactly the way one does in real life.  True dream-reading is an unearthly experience; even in the dream, I feel like I’m doing something very difficult or dangerous, and I always tentatively test it out in the dream by seeing if I really am reading.  Are my dream-eyes going back and forth?  Check.  Can I skip ahead or behind to other paragraphs?  Check.  Turning pages is the really tricky business.  The dream usually falls apart soon after.  I’ve only managed to turn a page and successfully stay asleep on maybe two occasions.  Whenever I dream-read, I desperately try to memorize a sentence or two well enough to prove to my awake self that I really managed it.  It makes even boring reading pretty exciting.

Right now I’m reading The Mill on the Floss, and that’s the same book I’ve been dream-reading.  The passages I remember dreaming are in Eliot’s style, but they’re usually filler stuff with not too much going on.  Then again, some would argue that this is exactly Eliot’s style…lot of stuff without much going on…but I wouldn’t be quite so cruel.  I can’t say her works are my favorite, but there is something satisfying about the long, leisurely story meandering to an inevitable resolution.  And it’s pretty interesting trying to keep straight which parts I dreamed and which are actually real, lending further entertainment.

Contemporaneous:

Past:

“Not all the times that are outside the present are therefore past or future“–CS Lewis:

In a burst of mercy, the weather finally took pity on me, and we are currently enjoying unusually low temperatures.  I cannot begin to describe to you how nice it is to be comfortable again!  I’ve been sleeping so much better; all summer long, I would wake up in the middle of the night too hot to sleep.  I love every inch of fall.  I don’t even mind the grey days.  Summer is so unremittingly bright here, my eyes get tired of it.  Grey days are so easy on the eyes, and the sun doesn’t feel like a sledgehammer to the skull.  I should’ve been born in a Norwegian cabin, or on a Siberian tundra, or in the coldest corner of Iceland.  I’ll have to do some time-hopping and see about arranging that, catastrophic temporal paradoxes aside.

Words that don’t exist in the English language. Waldeinsamkeit: the feeling of being alone in the woods.  (See also: best feeling ever.

What we owe to Shakespeare.  Aside from just about everything, obviously.  What a piece of work.

You know sometimes, humanity, you aren’t so bad.

Original model of the starship Enterprise NCC-1701 being housed at the Smithsonian.  Clearly I need to get back to DC as soon as possible.

So, Adam Bede turned out to be pretty mediocre, sad to say.  In a fit of masochism, I’ve decided to read the rest of the novels in my George Eliot omnibus, so I’m currently working my way through Silas Marner.  Marner is at least more entertaining than Adam Bede, if only because my introduction to the story was in the Wishbone episode about the novel, and it’s pretty fun to imagine the main character as a Jack Russell terrier.  Next up, The Mill on the Floss!  Sadly, I don’t know of any cute dog renditions of that particular book, so I’m on my own there…

9.11.01.

I disbelieve anyone who says that the Raleigh area is currently in a drought.  I think I was caught in the rain three times last week.  Not that I’m complaining, mind you; I had a wonderful time puddle-hopping late one evening.

I’ve been rediscovering my love for and frustration with Turk’s Head knots lately, whilst working on a few projects.  The three-lead shown in the link isn’t too bad, but the five-lead is a quick ticket to insanity.  I used to be really into knotwork, back in the day; sadly now I’ve forgotten most of what I knew, but every once in a while I get the urge to tie knots in things.  Possibly this is the real reason I have long hair. 😀

The esteemed Literary League is meeting today to watch the newest Jane Eyre movie.  Ruthless dissection of the movie will probably ensue, followed by a general consensus that it couldn’t possibly have lived up to the book.  I can’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon. 😛  Actually, I confess that for the most part my abiding love for the book has thus far carried me quite successfully through the various movie adaptations that I’ve seen; I thoroughly enjoyed the 1996 version in spite of its flaws.

Educate yourself:

Hodgepodge:

Doctor Who:

This week’s reading includes Adam Bede by George Eliot.  Thus far, I am not enthralled, but I’ll give it time.  I have a monstrosity of a volume that includes four George Eliot novels; the book is so big, I would probably break all of the bones in my foot if I accidentally dropped it on myself.  Ah well, even if I’m not a fan of all of the novels (though I did enjoy Eliot’s Middlemarch), I’ll at least wind up with decent biceps by the time I’m done reading them, just from carting the book around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mmm, delicious long weekend.  I went kayaking for the first time yesterday when a group of friends and I all headed out to Lake Wheeler.  There was a lot of boat-swapping as people in canoes tried kayaking and people in single kayaks tried doubles and all possible permutations therein.  Then of course the water was just lovely, so there was a lot of “accidentally” falling in.  After that, we made the journey to Sunni Skies for fabulous ice cream (half scoop chocolate orange, half scoop root beer…heavenly), then onwards to a Sarah’s house for pizza and Quelf, a hilarious game Kim discovered.  Highlights included Sarah doing an admirable imitation of a mime trapped in a box with four rabid ferrets, David singing a love song to one of the cards, Sam reading backwards in a foreign accent, and me doing the hula.  As board games go, certainly one of the more entertaining ones out there!

This is for real:

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This week’s reading included a book of Greek tragedies.  So far I’ve read Agamemnon, Prometheus Bound, Oedipus the King, and I’m working on Antigone.  I’m not really a big fan of Greek mythology (compared to other mythologies), and somehow I thought I would feel similarly about Greek tragedies.  So far, though…I have to say, I’m really enjoying them.  I prefer tragedies (or at least histories) to comedies when it comes to plays anyway, and these have some really great lines.  Granted, they’re not the cheeriest bit of lunchtime reading ever, but I find dealing with difficult clients is much easier when I compare my problems to those of the plays’ characters.  It’s all relative, I suppose.

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