Another day at the old salt mines working in the wizard tower. A certain someone hasn’t napped in years, but there you go. Sometimes you get tired. Knowing when to set aside all the digital delights to focus on, I don’t know, napping.
Some days don’t go according to plan. Like this one. Wheels, spinning wheels. Tears. It’s a good problem to have, having too many books to read. But it doesn’t always feel like a good problem.
There was some sun today, whee! Typing words, not really the best way for human beings to communicate. Meditation on a mustache. Riding around in style. More typing, so much typing.
Spears are just sticks with knives stuck on the end. They seem to be a lot more fun to twirl though. A short bus ride to delight. Sometimes you’re in the captain’s chair and those VR buttons are just a little hard to reach.
Desert peacocks. Also, 79 cent palm trees as tall as the sky. CDs for everyone. I woke up way too early that one time and then napped all day. Some quiet time best filled with reading.
There’s nothing else I want to link to today.
I saw Hamilton last night! It’s the best. Funny hair all day, accidentally. Good cosmic news. Less car yelling than some other times. Sometimes it’s tough getting those books back to the library on time.
The sun came out and everyone’s blinking, including the cherry blossoms. Tonight: Hamilton! Last night: poetical ruminations on moon conspiracies and Grendel’s ma.
(Silly, binturong’s don’t scream. They just silently judge you.) One thing I don’t like: screaming in the car, whether joyous or otherwise. A Wrinkle in Time was pretty good, although maybe a bit too intense for the younger set. Portland’s got some weird energy today.
When the tears flow like wine, we’re all just kind of bummed out, I guess. Sometimes you can’t fix a think that’s broke, you can only hide it in the closet. A showdown over corned beef.
When lying in bed til 830 feels like a blissful indulgence. Harry Potter movie 6 is maybe a little too intense. How many happy hours can you fit in a day. Who knows what free will even means?
I just finished reading The Secret Country trilogy by Pamela Dean. It’s pretty unusual, in that her fantasy world doesn’t just feel like our world ported over with some magical junk slapped on. Characters make choices for culturally alien reasons. I dug them.
About six months ago I read this book by Daniel Polansky called A City Dreaming. Excellent, excellent. Know what else’s excellent? The way he writes about the books he reads. Check it out. I’m sure you’ll find a great book to read.