Tagged: bibliophilia

26
Dec
2005

FURTHER UP AND FURTHER IN

This morning, we woke to a dusting of snow, and snow still flying sideways, although it wasn’t sticking by then. A day late, snow, you missed the white Christmas by a day! After a few hours it was pretty much gone from the streets, melting as the temperature climbed a few degrees above zero. Driving into town later, the fields so recently brown and bare, were candy-striped green and white with snow in the tractor tracks and in the furrows. A red-tailed hawk perched on a leftover pile of sugarbeets; apparently the highest spot around. Proof That I’m Not the...

14
Nov
2005

BUILDING WALLS INSTEAD OF BRIDGES

No emails. How very sad. I’ve rewritten this entry twice. Two long paragraphs—deleted. Two bulletpoint lists—deleted. My mood is rather wintry, which is appropriate considering the weather is turning. The leaves are pretty much done falling now, instead they dance and swirl and spiral and scuttle. One startled me today by moving exactly like a crab across the road. scuttle, scuttle I had to look twice to make sure we weren’t suddenly at the beach. Another startled me by behaving like a mouse—zip, stop, scurry! The leaves are possessed, it seems. Another couple of paragraphs deleted. I’m such a critic....

10
Nov
2005

RHAPSODY

books books books books! I love books! And you know what else I love? Talking about books! Reading them! sniffing them…mmmm…paper! I love all those little black squared off rectangles that are made up of letters and words and sentences and paragraphs and chapters and books books books books! I love that little creaky noise a book makes when you first crack it open and I love the whiiiifff of the pages when you flip through them. I love reading prologues and acknowledgements and author’s notes and blurbs. I love looking at the back side of the title page and...

26
Oct
2005

MY MENU CONSISTS OF 2 CHOICES: TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

Aagh! Just got a notice that my extra userpics are expiring quickly. what to do, what to do? I don’t think I can live with just 15. *** The annual school photos came in the mail yesterday. Martin and Karin have serious expressions in both of theirs, although Karin looks like she’s about to go ballistic on someone, she’s got that glint in her eye. Martin actually looks a little surprised. He told me that they had an English lesson in school today. They had to choose the color of a tomato from a 3-choice list of words. *ROLLS EYES*...

08
Oct
2005

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Today was one of those perfect days, a day when things got done, a day where no one yelled at anyone else, or made anyone mad, a day before something nice happens, a day with a perfect flow. Today was a day when I had time to relax and finish things and most of all, to gulp down a book in its entirety, to move into its world and breathe its air, and climb completely inside the skin and minds of fully-formed characters who did real and unpredictable things, and a story that brought everything to a conclusion so satisfying...

03
Sep
2005

REVIVAL

A morning of sleeping in was just what I needed to revive me. Awakening on my own, with no alarm incentive, rolling over and lying in the bed alone, listening to the breakfast clinks and clatters as Anders and the kids spoon up cereal. I stretch my toes, rotate my feet, feel my ankle pop a bit. The window is open and morning sunshine is slanting across the backyard, illuminating the pines and the far side of the ditch. It’s heating up and the dew has already faded. A last-of-the-season fly is desultorily buzzing about, slow and heavy. He’s not...

19
Aug
2005

THE PASSION OF THE PAGE, THE HOOK OF THE BOOK

I worked 11 hours today and then I came home and baked a cake. I am officially too tired to think of anything to write. So I leave you with this, which is something someone else wrote but which I could have: “Explaining the moment of connection between a reader and a book to someone who’s never experienced it is like trying to describe sex to a virgin. A friend of mine says that when he meets a book he loves, he starts to shake involuntarily. For me, the feeling comes in a rush: I’m reading along and suddenly a...

16
Jul
2005

I EVEN HANDWASHED THE KITCHEN CHAIR SEAT CUSHIONS

Things That Made Me Miss My Childhood Today: Googling the game Zoom Schwartz Pifigliano after seeing it mentioned in one of my old scrapbook journals. We played it at day camp. And Buzz. Those were fun games. Why don’t we play those anymore? Copying the poem Animal Crackers for jackiejj. My mom used to read that to me, along with the poems about the Gingham Dog & the Calico Cat, and the Sugarplum Tree, and Over in the Meadow, and the little girl with the little curl right in the middle of her forehead. Reading a chapter from Charlie and...

09
Jun
2005

SAINTS AND POETS

I’m an addict in search of my next hit. The substance I’m addicted to isn’t hard to find, but it can be elusive and you have to keep an eye out for it. I suffer when I can’t get me some, and I have been known to spend money and time searching for it. Luckily, there are so many forms of the thing I crave that I don’t usually have to go too long inbetween highs. It never gets old, that blast of euphoria that sets me spinning, that raises the hair on the back of my neck, that dilates...

07
Jun
2005

DISCERNING MINDS WANNA KNOW

Man, I wish Livejournal had run their special on permanent accounts a month ago!! 🙁 poo. Saving for summer vacation and puppies must take priority, however. I’m very boring today. Work has eaten every brain cell I had left, and chewed them up and spit them out. Grey pulpy brain cells lying wadded up in the bottom of my mental spittoon. HAHAHAHA!! EW. (hee!) You would laugh if you could have seen me just now. I wrote that, then I sat here and snorted giggles through my nose until my eyes watered. Then I had to put my head down...

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