No preamble. Down and dirty style.
When it snows, it pours. The precipitation started a few hours ago and we’re likely to get between 6 and 16 inches by the time the day is done. Although Lily and I had to cancel our plans to go out for ice cream (vegan ice cream at FoMu, my one true love (other than Lily)) there’s something extremely lovely about being in a warm house with orange spice tea, an aging Christmas tree, snuggly cats, and snow out the window.
A good day for cooking, watching old movies, and maybe some nostalgia. The beginning of a new year always seems like a time that nostalgia springs up, because thinking about newness and changes necessarily brings up memories of the past and the way things were.
And maybe I’m nearing the end of Swann’s Way right now, but it wasn’t too long ago that my reading tastes inclined more toward Captain Underpants. Continue reading “Just Some Series that I Used to Know”
Weirdly, I’m feeling homesick for the White Mountains. It’s not an autumn thing- we always used to go in late spring, around Dad’s (and, incidentally, Patrick Henry’s) birthday. We haven’t been in years.
In fact, I think the last time we went was in the winter. We’ve been a few times in the winter too. It’s better for skiing and snowshoeing- I used to be a pretty good skier. And the first year we went I think it was around Autumn times. In any event, it was cold enough that I was able to feel my metabolic processes shut down when I jumped into Lonesome Lake like an idiot. I also lived on Hershey bars that trip. Continue reading “Plants of the White Mountains”
Anyone here ever watch Word Girl (and her monkey sidekick, Captain Fuzzyface?)
No? Me neither.
It came out around the time I was too old to watch it (early middle school, maybe?) when most of my friends were watching Cartoon Network and Disney Channel and all that. Somehow I kind of skipped right from PBS Kids to Gossip Girl and then to movies and now almost all the movies I watch are R-rates and I have no idea how that happened. Continue reading “Word Up!”
Yesterday was my birthday, in case you didn’t know (I turned 21) so today I’m planning a brief list of the gifts I opened/received/bought for myself.
Featuring Miss Minerva Peaches desperately trying to beat the heat. It’s a losing battle. Continue reading “How Old Are You Now?”
When I was younger I had a great confusion when it came to vertigo and nostalgia. They always got mixed up in my head for no real reason (kind of like Mel Brooks, Mel Gibson, and… Gene Wilder).
I believe it was at a museum in Chicago (which one, I don’t know) where the separation of the two concepts finally became concrete. That was a great trip to Chicago- I remember lots of tulips, adorable kittens in a pet store, refried beans, and reading the Phantom Stallion series voraciously (I real Desert Dancer on the plane, I think.)
Discovering vertigo was an important step in my adolescent development, because now I can use words like vertiginous without sounding like an idiot and I can understand that Jimmy Stewart and Kim Novak are dealing with heights and not memories of trips to their grandmas’ houses in Hitchcock’s Vertigo.
Continue reading “Le Vertige”