In case you missed the headlines...
I'm back in Brattleboro, which thus far has been LOVELY, and included lots of driving around, and Liz-and-Molly-and-Emily (-and-Liz, until Wednesday) time, and hanging at the J-Pad, and watching movies ("Stagecoach" and "My Fair Lady," again, and tonight "Over the Hedge," which I don't particularly recommend, although it's funny. But preachy and somehow discomfitting during large chunks. EDIT: I forgot about "Tsotsi," which was extremely well made and interesting, but I don't think I was quite satisfied with the ending, and what it means or doesn't mean.)
AND, in the oh-my-god-I-forgot-how-wonderful column, PLEASURE READING!!! Thus far, it has included large chunks of the New York Times (oh, how I MISSED the Sunday Times) and Sarah Vowell's "Take the Cannoli," which was absolutely delightful and which I highly recommend to anyone who has ever liked anything. Here is one of my favorite passages, after an essay discussing losing her faith in God as taught to her by her crazy-ass Oklahoman apocalyptic church:
"Heaven, such as it is, is right here on earth. Behold: my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio, saying, 'Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell.' And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theater, where a ticket will be given me, and lo, it will be a matinee, and a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished the heavens will open, and out will come a rain fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella."
I think that's all for now. I'm worn out by my super-stealthy Latchis adventure, so I'm going to go hit the hay.
AND, in the oh-my-god-I-forgot-how-wonderful column, PLEASURE READING!!! Thus far, it has included large chunks of the New York Times (oh, how I MISSED the Sunday Times) and Sarah Vowell's "Take the Cannoli," which was absolutely delightful and which I highly recommend to anyone who has ever liked anything. Here is one of my favorite passages, after an essay discussing losing her faith in God as taught to her by her crazy-ass Oklahoman apocalyptic church:
"Heaven, such as it is, is right here on earth. Behold: my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio, saying, 'Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell.' And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theater, where a ticket will be given me, and lo, it will be a matinee, and a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished the heavens will open, and out will come a rain fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella."
I think that's all for now. I'm worn out by my super-stealthy Latchis adventure, so I'm going to go hit the hay.