“I have sand in places that I didn’t even know I had places.”… Read the rest
Category Archives: My So-Called Life
I saw Much Ado About Nothing yesterday, and it did not disappoint me. I think it was John who said that setting Shakespeare in contemporary times makes him nervous, but this nerdy Shakespeare-loving English major thought it worked. I’ll be interested to hear what John thinks when he sees it. Nathan Fillion stole the show, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a little in love with him. He was hilarious. A lot of the film was funny, funnier than I remember the play being. It made me want to go back and reread it, which I haven’t done … Read the rest
I was sick and missed a couple days of work before I left on my trip to Chicago, and I really got to missing HPL while I was gone. So even though I got home at 1:00 in the morning, I got myself up mid-morning, did a few chores, and got to work by 1:00pm.
The library was lively and busy, and it was good to be back amid the beautiful chaos.
Then about 5:00, a storm came in. I heard the first rumble of thunder, and I knew it was foreshadowing trouble. Ten minutes later, the lightning and thunder … Read the rest
We Might Be Staying in One of Those Inns Where the Staff Murders Their Guests in the Middle of the Night and Eats Them
I guess we were on the road a couple hours before the first time I said to Jason, “You are really irritating me with the way you exist and take up space.”
He took offense, but, seriously, he takes up a lot of space.
He’s a decent copilot, though–not super-great with directions, but he did some excellent iPod DJ-ing, and, really, if the music’s good enough, it’s okay to spend some extra time on the road.
Now we’re at an inn we found in the middle of I’m-Not-Totally-Sure-Where-We-Are, Indiana. It’s clean but kind of run down, and maybe (definitely) Jason … Read the rest
“My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things–trout as well as eternal salvation–come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.”
-A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean
Today I think I discovered the meaning of life.
I was sick earlier in the week. I lost Monday and Tuesday entirely to a fever, and then I muddled through the rest of the week. Friday I felt as well as I had since before this all began, but I also lost my voice for no … Read the rest
Maxwell says that the thing that I am holding is my “gold stick” and that if I want to use it as a weapon I “can take off the top and hit someone with it.”… Read the rest
“Not damn it. I mean dam it, as in ‘Stop that water from flowing.’”
(Quotable Maxwell: “Can you guys stop with the dam jokes? It’s getting not funny.” We’ll be generous and assume he also meant dam and not damn.)… Read the rest
Last week, I had an evening when I was all What am I doing with my life?
Thinking this way has led me to some positive changes–new living situation, new job, trying to be a better human–but sometimes it’s counterproductive. It’s a fine line between a reasonable examination of one’s life and madness. Last week, I had a couple hours of madness, overwhelmed by doubt and all the choices I’ve made and have yet to make. Something I have learned is that the best thing I can do when I start feeling this way is to just do something–exercise, write … Read the rest