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grinninfoole) wrote2008-03-13 02:34 am
grinninfoole) wrote2008-03-13 02:34 am
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Here are a few things
First, a good meme Millari posted the other day: Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.
Second, this past weekend, I went home and saw my family for the first time since XMas. It was a good visit. No paternal meltdowns over small things ruining the evening. Long walk and chat with my brother about real things in our lives, like finding and keeping good women, job satisfaction, and planning for the future. Nice chat with dad about managing money and politics and things. Lovely meal at Papi's restaurant with my family and M's together. M posted about this at some length, but I'll echo what she said about the weird mix of parents treating me as an equal versus a child, and the moments of slipping back into the old family dynamic, and having to handle some things for them.
Third, while waiting in line at the post office the other day, recognized the woman ahead of me. Her name is Lori (I don't know how she spells it). 15 years ago, when I was waiting tables at Friendly's, she came in a took care of the plants. I had a huge crush on her, because she was fit and wore no-nonsense clothes that nevertheless showed her form to advantage. I asked if she was who I thought she was purely out of curiosity, but I was surprised that she remembered me. (She didn't have a crush on me, though she was non-plussed when I admitted mine. I hope she was pleased and not too embarrassed.) We chatted for a bit, and then she went her way and I went mine. It's nice to be remembered. I wonder what sort of impression I made back then?
Fourth: books read recently: finished Jardine's bio of Robert Hooke--interesting and sad, though I suppose any story that follows any of us to our inevitable end will be sad. Empire of Ivory: Naomi Novik boils the pot very well, and the increasing importance of abolitionism completely wins me over. While I identify with the heroes and get angry when they are mistreated, the vision of African dragons destroying the European slave ports is deeply satisfying. Also re-read Tolkien: Author of the Century. Is it strange that I have a few books of criticism that I read for comfort?
Second, this past weekend, I went home and saw my family for the first time since XMas. It was a good visit. No paternal meltdowns over small things ruining the evening. Long walk and chat with my brother about real things in our lives, like finding and keeping good women, job satisfaction, and planning for the future. Nice chat with dad about managing money and politics and things. Lovely meal at Papi's restaurant with my family and M's together. M posted about this at some length, but I'll echo what she said about the weird mix of parents treating me as an equal versus a child, and the moments of slipping back into the old family dynamic, and having to handle some things for them.
Third, while waiting in line at the post office the other day, recognized the woman ahead of me. Her name is Lori (I don't know how she spells it). 15 years ago, when I was waiting tables at Friendly's, she came in a took care of the plants. I had a huge crush on her, because she was fit and wore no-nonsense clothes that nevertheless showed her form to advantage. I asked if she was who I thought she was purely out of curiosity, but I was surprised that she remembered me. (She didn't have a crush on me, though she was non-plussed when I admitted mine. I hope she was pleased and not too embarrassed.) We chatted for a bit, and then she went her way and I went mine. It's nice to be remembered. I wonder what sort of impression I made back then?
Fourth: books read recently: finished Jardine's bio of Robert Hooke--interesting and sad, though I suppose any story that follows any of us to our inevitable end will be sad. Empire of Ivory: Naomi Novik boils the pot very well, and the increasing importance of abolitionism completely wins me over. While I identify with the heroes and get angry when they are mistreated, the vision of African dragons destroying the European slave ports is deeply satisfying. Also re-read Tolkien: Author of the Century. Is it strange that I have a few books of criticism that I read for comfort?
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What was it like when you first became involved with a married woman? Did you have any guilt about it? Any reservations?