Just Some Series that I Used to Know

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”

Le Vertige

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.
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