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Oct. 19th, 2008 12:08 pmIt's been one strange and bizarre week. On Tuesday I woke up with a scratchy throat and a runny nose. Then, about an hour after I woke up, I got a call from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baylorsr to inform me that she'd done bad things to her knee. I guess when it rains it pours. Anyway, I went down to FGC on Wednesday afternoon to help the girls out, sniffling the entire way.
I'm now back up at my own place, still sniffling, but the Baylors are doing much better. Suffice it to say my internet involvement has been rather curtailed this week since, not only was I borrowing another's computer but my brain wasn't really processing things very well. I was very 'let's stare at the wall and blink at the pretty colors' at certain points. It made classes oh so very unproductive, let me tell you what.
I did see Thursday's episode and loved it muchly. It made me deliriously happy and I think it was exactly what we all needed, a little break in the angsty mythology. Now I'm more than ready for whatever next week will bring us.
I have also been a bookreading fiend. I recently finished Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton and was pretty much blown away. It was an amazing book. During my sojourn at FGC I read The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler, Blackbird House by Alice Hoffman, and most of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I have to admit, I picked up the Fowler book because she's primarily a genre author and that was her one mainstream publication (and also, not surprisingly, her most commercially successful work). It was a charming read and was much more satisfactory to me, as a woman, than a lot of the chicklit I've read. I think publishers have narrowed the idea of chicklit into too small a category and, hence, have made it into a niche that doesn't speak with the true variety of women's voices. Which is a shame because its a genre that is supposed to speak for us and yet so many points of view are echoingly silent.
But then, that's what we have the internet for. Plus, apparently publishing houses are going the way of the dinosaurs. Publish or perish, indeed.
It's been a beautiful autumn, so far, here in Michigan. Gorgeous weather and vibrant leaves. Autumn really is one of my favorite times of year. There's so much romance in the way the old year dies.
baylorsr to inform me that she'd done bad things to her knee. I guess when it rains it pours. Anyway, I went down to FGC on Wednesday afternoon to help the girls out, sniffling the entire way.I'm now back up at my own place, still sniffling, but the Baylors are doing much better. Suffice it to say my internet involvement has been rather curtailed this week since, not only was I borrowing another's computer but my brain wasn't really processing things very well. I was very 'let's stare at the wall and blink at the pretty colors' at certain points. It made classes oh so very unproductive, let me tell you what.
I did see Thursday's episode and loved it muchly. It made me deliriously happy and I think it was exactly what we all needed, a little break in the angsty mythology. Now I'm more than ready for whatever next week will bring us.
I have also been a bookreading fiend. I recently finished Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton and was pretty much blown away. It was an amazing book. During my sojourn at FGC I read The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler, Blackbird House by Alice Hoffman, and most of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I have to admit, I picked up the Fowler book because she's primarily a genre author and that was her one mainstream publication (and also, not surprisingly, her most commercially successful work). It was a charming read and was much more satisfactory to me, as a woman, than a lot of the chicklit I've read. I think publishers have narrowed the idea of chicklit into too small a category and, hence, have made it into a niche that doesn't speak with the true variety of women's voices. Which is a shame because its a genre that is supposed to speak for us and yet so many points of view are echoingly silent.
But then, that's what we have the internet for. Plus, apparently publishing houses are going the way of the dinosaurs. Publish or perish, indeed.
It's been a beautiful autumn, so far, here in Michigan. Gorgeous weather and vibrant leaves. Autumn really is one of my favorite times of year. There's so much romance in the way the old year dies.
