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Apr. 23rd, 2006 10:28 pmLong day today. Lots of...stuff happening. Nothing bad or good, in particular, just things happening, as they sometimes do. (So how obvious is it that I'm stoned on painkillers. SHHHH don't tell the cops.)
I talked to some people about bookfandom and TV fandom and how different they are, and about apathy and such; I'm not sure the navel-gazing actually helps, but one does discover interesting things. I forget sometimes how difficult it is for me to read a new book -- I know, right? Irony, thy name is Sam. But it is, because I'm not good at keeping track of who's who and what goes where and that. This is one of the myriad reasons I hated Beloved, though not the main one. It is the main reason I don't do well in crowds of strangers. No head for names.
In other news, Mum's doing better; she was off her crutches today, though she's taken a fancy for those little go-carts that supermarkets offer to people who can't walk very far.
Driving back from the Monument Cafe in Georgetown this morning, we passed some company, I think it starts with an S, and this company keeps a small herd of longhorn cattle in the front grassy area of their campus.
Sam: I looked up longhorns, they're not meat cattle or dairy cattle.
Mum: Why were you looking up longhorns?
Sam: Just curious. They were bred to pull carts, mostly. Which, you know. We have cars now.
Mum: I had noticed.
Sam: So you don't think it's a little...significant somehow that the symbol of UT Austin, and by extension the city itself and at some level the state, is an animal bred by humans which now serves no practical purpose?
Mum: I can't wait until you go on vacation.
In closing, I would like to point out the absurdity of Stephen King's "It" being one of the four comfort-reading books that sit on my bookshelf right now. The other three are Murder Must Advertise, Kim, and a 1940s anthology of 20th Century American Poetry.
Talk? He was eldritch at it; and we listened / Thereby acquiring much we knew before.
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I talked to some people about bookfandom and TV fandom and how different they are, and about apathy and such; I'm not sure the navel-gazing actually helps, but one does discover interesting things. I forget sometimes how difficult it is for me to read a new book -- I know, right? Irony, thy name is Sam. But it is, because I'm not good at keeping track of who's who and what goes where and that. This is one of the myriad reasons I hated Beloved, though not the main one. It is the main reason I don't do well in crowds of strangers. No head for names.
In other news, Mum's doing better; she was off her crutches today, though she's taken a fancy for those little go-carts that supermarkets offer to people who can't walk very far.
Driving back from the Monument Cafe in Georgetown this morning, we passed some company, I think it starts with an S, and this company keeps a small herd of longhorn cattle in the front grassy area of their campus.
Sam: I looked up longhorns, they're not meat cattle or dairy cattle.
Mum: Why were you looking up longhorns?
Sam: Just curious. They were bred to pull carts, mostly. Which, you know. We have cars now.
Mum: I had noticed.
Sam: So you don't think it's a little...significant somehow that the symbol of UT Austin, and by extension the city itself and at some level the state, is an animal bred by humans which now serves no practical purpose?
Mum: I can't wait until you go on vacation.
In closing, I would like to point out the absurdity of Stephen King's "It" being one of the four comfort-reading books that sit on my bookshelf right now. The other three are Murder Must Advertise, Kim, and a 1940s anthology of 20th Century American Poetry.
Talk? He was eldritch at it; and we listened / Thereby acquiring much we knew before.
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