I wave goodbye when butter flies
I've missed two nights worth of sleep this week, and it's starting to get to me.
Isn't it amazing how all of a sudden, one smell, or an overheard phrase, or seeing one person dressed a certain way can bring back a flood of memories? I was at Demon Dogs the other day (DePaul's longtime hotdog joint) and when I stepped inside, the smell, that smell of old ketchup-somewhat sickly-sweet-with just a hint of vinegar, transported me for millisecond back to my pre-school days at the Heights Day Nursery on Harvard and 10th in the Heights. Suddenly my mind was flooded by memories of the kitchen there and my 2 years eating there (I spent ages 2-4 there). I remember those tiny wooden chairs and the tiny wooden tables inside the dining area there, while the care-takers/teachers would stalk back and forth making sure no one was having any difficulty. I remembered taking my little naps in the adjacent room on the cloth and wood cots there, and spending a full week's worth of nap times teaching myself how to wink; first with one eye and the with the other. Whoa...so I just had to stop for a second, and must have looked like an idiot while the lady behind the counter asked me 3 times what I wanted. So I got a double dog. Good stuff. The place itself is pretty cool. The food is dirt cheap, and the walls are covered with Chicago (the band) memoribilia. I guess the owner knows someone in the band really well.
I'm trying to figure out why I don't really like reading novels anymore. It's not that I don't enjoy reading or anything, but for some reason I'm not especially fond of the novel anymore. I enjoy history texts quite a bit, and I enjoy short stories, but for some reason long extended novels don't really appeal to me right now. (Obviously this is subject to change) I've tried science fiction and fantasy, and at this point, they just feel like escapist stuff to me. They feel like...Manowar. (This is not to belittle anyone's particular choice of reading, it just feels that way to me). There are some exceptions of course, I mean there's stuff like 100 Years Of Solitude that just blew me away, but for the most part, I feel like most extended novels could probably be condensed into a short story with some poetry interspersed. I still like poetry a lot, but most novels just feel anecdotal to me. Or maybe that's just what reading a series of mediocre books will do to you.
Isn't it amazing how all of a sudden, one smell, or an overheard phrase, or seeing one person dressed a certain way can bring back a flood of memories? I was at Demon Dogs the other day (DePaul's longtime hotdog joint) and when I stepped inside, the smell, that smell of old ketchup-somewhat sickly-sweet-with just a hint of vinegar, transported me for millisecond back to my pre-school days at the Heights Day Nursery on Harvard and 10th in the Heights. Suddenly my mind was flooded by memories of the kitchen there and my 2 years eating there (I spent ages 2-4 there). I remember those tiny wooden chairs and the tiny wooden tables inside the dining area there, while the care-takers/teachers would stalk back and forth making sure no one was having any difficulty. I remembered taking my little naps in the adjacent room on the cloth and wood cots there, and spending a full week's worth of nap times teaching myself how to wink; first with one eye and the with the other. Whoa...so I just had to stop for a second, and must have looked like an idiot while the lady behind the counter asked me 3 times what I wanted. So I got a double dog. Good stuff. The place itself is pretty cool. The food is dirt cheap, and the walls are covered with Chicago (the band) memoribilia. I guess the owner knows someone in the band really well.
I'm trying to figure out why I don't really like reading novels anymore. It's not that I don't enjoy reading or anything, but for some reason I'm not especially fond of the novel anymore. I enjoy history texts quite a bit, and I enjoy short stories, but for some reason long extended novels don't really appeal to me right now. (Obviously this is subject to change) I've tried science fiction and fantasy, and at this point, they just feel like escapist stuff to me. They feel like...Manowar. (This is not to belittle anyone's particular choice of reading, it just feels that way to me). There are some exceptions of course, I mean there's stuff like 100 Years Of Solitude that just blew me away, but for the most part, I feel like most extended novels could probably be condensed into a short story with some poetry interspersed. I still like poetry a lot, but most novels just feel anecdotal to me. Or maybe that's just what reading a series of mediocre books will do to you.