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rivkat

Fiction and poetry reviews

Oct 22, 2005 13:16

( Gunn, King, Oliver, DeCandido (Serenity tie-in; no spoilers in review) )

au: king, au: decandido, au: oliver, reviews, poetry, fiction, au: gunn

Comments 9

minim_calibre October 22 2005, 17:27:44 UTC

It depends on how long it's been in Rivkid.

Still totally liquid and boob temperature? Yours.

Curdled? His.

(That's my rule of thumb, at least.)

rivkat October 22 2005, 19:28:23 UTC

That's kind of my working principle, too.

wordplay October 22 2005, 17:29:34 UTC

Well, this is the whole core of the practicality of being a mother: it doesn't matter whose bodily fluid it is, you're still stuck doing the cleanup.

rivkat October 22 2005, 19:28:39 UTC

That's what makes it a philosophical question!

wordplay October 22 2005, 19:31:10 UTC

Heh. Yeah, I was packing for my kids for a trip out of town tonight and completely skimming. *blushes*

Cheers, though, because if you have a nursing infant and are still managing to have philosophical questions, you're doing remarkably well. :))

rivkat October 22 2005, 20:32:25 UTC

I can see it now: "Philosophy of Nursing 101." Co-requisite: "Philosophy of Pooping." ;)

ex_iocaste2 October 22 2005, 17:33:13 UTC

I'm hardcore, but I can't listen to commentaries. Any good bits you want to share?

rivkat October 22 2005, 19:27:45 UTC

serrico said this about the pilot commentary track, which has a lot of what I liked.

miirica October 24 2005, 19:30:35 UTC

I agree wholeheartedly with minim_calibre, but I also came to the conclusion that whatever helped me get through the cleanup was the right answer to the philosophical question.

Must say that I enjoyed my contribution to the affair far more whenever miirica-kid did the spit up routine on someone I disliked or was peeved with.

Just wait for the first big kid barf, or pray rivkid has an iron constitution. It's good we're built to love them.

Speaking of love, I read the exerpt from "Skunk Cabbage" before I really tracked that it was Mary Oliver. I love, love, love Mary Oliver (not that it should make a difference to you that a complete stranger loves her poetry). What I appreciate most is that ability to cut deep with the gentlest phrasing. I don't know the content of Blue Iris, but there was some stuff in Why I Wake Early that was beautifully brutal. I sat and cried at the coffee shop one morning while I devoured the whole darn book. I've been going back and slowly digesting again over the last few months.