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I have returned from the wilds of New York. Briefly, the week:
Books read: The Lighthouse at the End of the World (more later); Orlando: A Biography (more later); Frankenstein (""); and I have begun Dracula, which I find boring. So far. Jonathan Harker v. obsessed with details. Shaving mirror v. dead.
Mountains: Me = first up them all. Physical condition improved from last year like whoa whoa whoa. Trick knee only acted up once. Only fell twice. Hiked up Blue in the rain. Much gratification. Shall do it again, if da' consents.
Church: Pretty. Small. Beavers in the stained-glass windows. Episcopalian churches have nice little custom called healing by proxy, wherein the supplicant receives a blessing for someone else. Am not sure if any other religions have this, as only other house of worship I have been in was a synagogue.
Lake: Pleasant. Saw lots of loons. Observed beavers building lodge. Mum saw ospreys and mergansers. Rock Island like I remember it. Jumped off the small cliff over twenty times. Kayaked v. frequently and had long, philosophical conversations with Mum. Kayaking evidentially bonding activity with Mum. With da', is hiking.
New York Times: Does not like Frank Wildhorn. Also did not like Dracula. On the other hand, highly enthusiastic about Julia Child. Enjoyed reading movie reviews. Want to see Garden State. Sort of.
Albany Paper: Has more columns than ours, but not as many advice columns. On the other hand, Miss Manners!!1!eleven! Also, Get Fuzzy.
Monika and Elena: Were there. Alas. Do not get on with them, of course, as they are Waen's bestest friends in the whole world. Actually, I might get on with them better, but they both think me mad, which annoys me, and Waen invariably treats me dreadfully when they're around, which frustrates me. She yells at me for washing the dishes when she's with them. She yells at me for being on a diet. She thinks whatever I'm reading is the height of stupidity. &c, &c. Have no idea why, but anyway, do not like them as a result.
Da': Is now Daddy. If he can call me "pup", I can call him Daddy. V. understanding fellow. Does not object to my asking random questions (i.e. We are hiking up a mountain. Soujin: Have you ever seen Swan Lake? We are hiking down a mountain. Soujin: Who is Roman Polanski? We are hiking for the paper. Soujin: How far are we from Albany?)
Waen: Objected to her Nemo/Pellew, as it was not slashy enough. She was v. bouncy and happy, though, about being with Monika and Elena, so forgave her, with some snuffling.
Now, on to the books.
Orlando: Is brilliant. I am in love with Virginia Woolf. Already have made plans to get out more of her books (specifically Granite and Rainbow) and worship her. But I loved Orlando so much. And it is now on my list of favourite names, Mr. Bloom notwithstanding. Want my own copy of Orlando, however, so I can underline favourite passages. It will probably affect my writing style dreadfully.
Lighthouse at the End of the World: Action-packed and unremarkable. Accordingly, will be making a screenplay and sending it to Hollywood. Have even found out how to stick in a romantic interest to try and draw some attention away from the obvious slashy-ness of it all. (They were stuck tightly. in a hole in the ground. and Vasquez was naked.)
Frankenstein: So slashy omg. Shoot me now. Robert Walton obviously v. smitten with Victor. Victor obviously smitten with Henry. Elizabeth obviously quietly, sweetly in love with Justine. The monster obviously doting on Felix. Also, of course, whole book v. deep and remarkable and I enjoyed it greatly. Do wonder where the mad old scientist image came from. Victor could not have been more than twenty-two at time of creation and thirty by end of book, and most definitely leaning toward sane. If mad, not in obvious kind of way.
Books now mentioned, shall move on to an essay Mum suggested I write as we were coming down the steep and muddy trail to Castle Rock: Due to my love of slashing things, she thinks I should write an essay about Homoerotic Themes in My Summer Reading List, including Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, King Solomon's Mines, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, Dracula (assuming I finish the damn' thing), Picture of Dorian Gray, and Many Other Books. Do not think she meant this seriously; however, have every intention of taking her at her word. Am already plotting.
Current OTPs: Jules Verne/Tchaikovsky and Simeon Solomon/Oscar Wilde.
Now must go off and google Simeon Solomon's painting which he sold to Oscar. Intriguing title.
Missed you all and so, so, SO glad to be home!!
Books read: The Lighthouse at the End of the World (more later); Orlando: A Biography (more later); Frankenstein (""); and I have begun Dracula, which I find boring. So far. Jonathan Harker v. obsessed with details. Shaving mirror v. dead.
Mountains: Me = first up them all. Physical condition improved from last year like whoa whoa whoa. Trick knee only acted up once. Only fell twice. Hiked up Blue in the rain. Much gratification. Shall do it again, if da' consents.
Church: Pretty. Small. Beavers in the stained-glass windows. Episcopalian churches have nice little custom called healing by proxy, wherein the supplicant receives a blessing for someone else. Am not sure if any other religions have this, as only other house of worship I have been in was a synagogue.
Lake: Pleasant. Saw lots of loons. Observed beavers building lodge. Mum saw ospreys and mergansers. Rock Island like I remember it. Jumped off the small cliff over twenty times. Kayaked v. frequently and had long, philosophical conversations with Mum. Kayaking evidentially bonding activity with Mum. With da', is hiking.
New York Times: Does not like Frank Wildhorn. Also did not like Dracula. On the other hand, highly enthusiastic about Julia Child. Enjoyed reading movie reviews. Want to see Garden State. Sort of.
Albany Paper: Has more columns than ours, but not as many advice columns. On the other hand, Miss Manners!!1!eleven! Also, Get Fuzzy.
Monika and Elena: Were there. Alas. Do not get on with them, of course, as they are Waen's bestest friends in the whole world. Actually, I might get on with them better, but they both think me mad, which annoys me, and Waen invariably treats me dreadfully when they're around, which frustrates me. She yells at me for washing the dishes when she's with them. She yells at me for being on a diet. She thinks whatever I'm reading is the height of stupidity. &c, &c. Have no idea why, but anyway, do not like them as a result.
Da': Is now Daddy. If he can call me "pup", I can call him Daddy. V. understanding fellow. Does not object to my asking random questions (i.e. We are hiking up a mountain. Soujin: Have you ever seen Swan Lake? We are hiking down a mountain. Soujin: Who is Roman Polanski? We are hiking for the paper. Soujin: How far are we from Albany?)
Waen: Objected to her Nemo/Pellew, as it was not slashy enough. She was v. bouncy and happy, though, about being with Monika and Elena, so forgave her, with some snuffling.
Now, on to the books.
Orlando: Is brilliant. I am in love with Virginia Woolf. Already have made plans to get out more of her books (specifically Granite and Rainbow) and worship her. But I loved Orlando so much. And it is now on my list of favourite names, Mr. Bloom notwithstanding. Want my own copy of Orlando, however, so I can underline favourite passages. It will probably affect my writing style dreadfully.
Lighthouse at the End of the World: Action-packed and unremarkable. Accordingly, will be making a screenplay and sending it to Hollywood. Have even found out how to stick in a romantic interest to try and draw some attention away from the obvious slashy-ness of it all. (They were stuck tightly. in a hole in the ground. and Vasquez was naked.)
Frankenstein: So slashy omg. Shoot me now. Robert Walton obviously v. smitten with Victor. Victor obviously smitten with Henry. Elizabeth obviously quietly, sweetly in love with Justine. The monster obviously doting on Felix. Also, of course, whole book v. deep and remarkable and I enjoyed it greatly. Do wonder where the mad old scientist image came from. Victor could not have been more than twenty-two at time of creation and thirty by end of book, and most definitely leaning toward sane. If mad, not in obvious kind of way.
Books now mentioned, shall move on to an essay Mum suggested I write as we were coming down the steep and muddy trail to Castle Rock: Due to my love of slashing things, she thinks I should write an essay about Homoerotic Themes in My Summer Reading List, including Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, King Solomon's Mines, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, Dracula (assuming I finish the damn' thing), Picture of Dorian Gray, and Many Other Books. Do not think she meant this seriously; however, have every intention of taking her at her word. Am already plotting.
Current OTPs: Jules Verne/Tchaikovsky and Simeon Solomon/Oscar Wilde.
Now must go off and google Simeon Solomon's painting which he sold to Oscar. Intriguing title.
Missed you all and so, so, SO glad to be home!!
