“The world is changing, but I am not changing with it. There is no e-reader or Kindle in my future. My philosophy is simple: Certain things are perfect the way they are. The sky, the Pacific Ocean, procreation and the Goldberg Variations all fit this bill, and so do books. Books are sublimely visceral, emotionally evocative objects that constitute a perfect delivery system.”

~Joe Queenan

Here’s a Story:

Photo by Staci Joy Photography


This was, I think, the first book that we shared together.
He brought a copy of this to Israel,
and he read me poems from it in the miklat, where we studied.

Ben has introduced me to Milne, Orson Scott Card, and Douglas Adams.
I have introduced him to Lukyaneko, Murakami, Neil Gaiman, and Roald Dahl.
And we keep doing that–reading a book, handing it off to the other person
(sometimes thieving a book in the dead of the night in order to finish it before they do), talking about books, arguing about books, loving books together.

I love that I am marrying a reader.



(isn’t our friend Staci an amazing photographer?)

Just a Little Bit of Sunshine:


We drove to Manzanita Beach, and stopped (naturally) at the Tillamook factory for ice cream on the way. OM NOM.


I am sneaky. Sneeaaaaakyyyyyy.


You know it’s love when he’s still cute with a mouth full of sandwich.



I love Powell’s books. So much.


This was the second time Aimee and I met in person (We’ve been friends online since 2003). I love that we just talked and talked and talked for an entire day–she’s amazing.


This is Jon. This is Kristine. They’re pretty damn great.



Tagline: “Good Things Come in Pink Boxes.” Yes. Yes, they do.



“Maybe we visited a place so dark that we couldn’t see anything but the trauma or our loved one’s absence and maybe when we came back, part of that place stuck to us like a layer of soot across our eyes. Or an iron weight in our throat. A shadow that filters how we feel and think about the world, tinging everything with shades of gray.”

Not Much to Say:


It’s always hard to go back to work after time off.

I still feel like I’m meant to hibernate for three solid months in the winter.

Think I could get my employer behind that?


and here’s what I’ve been reading:



I love this book.


Probably the only Wolfe fiction you need to read.



Wonderful. Magnificent.



Seriously great cover--the beginning is slow, but it's fascinating.

What I’m Reading:



Have you ever put on a nice outfit
and then realized, two hours later,
that it was going to be TORTURE to sit and work in all day?

If only HR was more reasonable about working in one’s underthings.


I recently discovered through Slate,
which is a collection of long form non-fiction from a huge variety of
publications and writers.
Fascinating topics, great writing, and?

You still look like you’re working while reading.

I read “The Rapist Says He’s Sorry” yesterday–blown away by its power and the excellent argument that the author makes.
(TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic description of rape)

Am currently reading “How the World Failed Haiti”.
I’m curious to see whether or not I will agree with the author’s thesis.


One of the things I like most about sites like Longform is that I don’t have the money to subscribe to all of the publications represented here, and I hate watching televised news,
so long form reporting and essays are where I tend to get updated
on current events–
and it’s really nice to have all of that in one place.

So go forth!

Read, my kittens!

Thingity Thing Things:


Seriously, why is this not lounging on my desk as we speak?



(I am also planning on whipping up a fresh mint sweet tea rum spiked drink of de-li-ci-ousness this week.)
(you know, because I can.)


I survived the Los Angeles Salsa Congress…
by the thin suede of my dance shoes,
but still,
I survived.

There may have been a very teary and slightly hysterical phone call to The Boyo
regarding the verysmallandhardlynoticeable mistake that
happened during our routine, because I?

Am a perfectionist.

Never thought I was.


I would post a video for all y’all,
but alas,
the folks running the Congress are also a bit money-grubby,
and wouldn’t allow filming in order to force attendees
to buy *their* video of the event.



I also finished a couple of books this week–
nothing near my normal rate of reading whilst-being-unemployed,
but it was nice to dig myself into good books,
even for five minutes at a time.

I still have mixed feelings for this book...

I picked up “House of Sand and Fog” at the wickedly fabulous
Altadena Library Book Sale because one of my favorite professors loves the film.

The book is modeled on the Greek tragedy–
events that occur happen because of tragic flaws
within each of the main characters,
and Col. Behrani certainly fits the mold of a great person experiencing a reversal of fortune.

the events of the novel build up slowly,
and as the reader,
I felt absolutely helpless in the face of it all.

Not a comfortable read, by any means,
but a beautiful one.


I was very surprised to realize that I *hadn’t* read this book.
It reminded me a great deal of “Brave New World”,
but it has a far more hopeful ending–
which I sincerely appreciate in a dystopian novel.

I loved the entire conceit of a world built without cultural memory or emotion,
and I especially loved that the world had no color–
only The Receiver could see color, hear music, and remember events long past.

The obvious twist probably isn’t so obvious when reading
this at 10 or 12 years old–alas for reading YA lit as an adult!–
but it did not affect my enjoyment of the novel.


It’s been a wild last couple of months, y’all.
I’m glad to be done with Lack of Weekends.

It’s time to get back on that Lazy Saturday Train…
maybe this Saturday will involve a walk in the sunshine.
Or reading at the beach.
Or hiking with the Corgi and The Boyo.
Or lounging about,
sipping some of that Sangria Slushied goodness.

It is good to be done.

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