February 20th, 2008

Pink poodle

“Bow to the horse. Bow to the cow. Twirl with the pig if you know how.”

Wow! Someone the NY Times wrote an article about shares my philosophy of life!

“To me, the commodity that we consistently overvalue is money, and what we undervalue is our precious and irreplaceable time. Though, of course, to the extent that money can save you time or make it easier to accomplish things, it’s a wonderful thing.”

Later on in the article, she (Sandra Boynton) says, “I love what I do, I love the people I work with, I care very much about the value of the work I create, and I don’t need more money than I have. This is not revolutionary philosophy. It’s just common sense.”

Dang. All that and she is funny, too. I want to buy her CDs.

In a less happy-making article ("Are Americans Hostile to Knowledge?"), I read this: "But now, Ms. Jacoby said, something different is happening: anti-intellectualism (the attitude that 'too much learning can be a dangerous thing') and anti-rationalism ('the idea that there is no such things as evidence or fact, just opinion') have fused in a particularly insidious way." I can't tell how common it is for people to dismiss something very controversial (or rude) they have said by saying, "that's how I feel," as if it weren't important to have some facts to back up their feelings - feelings alone are enough. And, you know, if you feel God exists and his writings say there was no evolution, then that's just good enough. Trying to research and see if those beliefs are rational? That's bad.

Ending with humor value, we have this: an article about the revival of the semicolon. I've always been a fan of the semicolon and was surprised to hear that it had fallen out of favor. That said, per MY grammatical instruction, “Please put it in a trash can; that’s good news for everyone” is not actually correct. Or, well, maybe it is, but it doesn't feel right. What do you think?
Sea dragon

I haven't been getting that end of the day worthless feeling

Thanks in part to better health and increased workload, I'm feeling kind of chipper today. No more cold means no more bizarre, "God, I'm worthless feelings!" at the end of the day. That said, my body has all of the tone of a side of Kobe beef, and I'm well due to head back to the YMCA for some Pilates.

Part of the reason I'm stoked is because I finally got hotel reservations sorted for the five of us that are going to Barcelona Gothic Weekend at the end of April, so no more being turned down at one hotel after another. Hotel Chinese Cat, here we come!

I'm also excessively please because I actually got back to Putney before the W. H. Smith closed at 6 PM and was able to pick up the Charlaine Harris book I've been wanting to read since December. I ordered it in November from an Amazon seller, but somehow failed to notice they wrote me back and said it was gone. So there was a very, very long wait (and Christmas present shopping) before I realized it just wasn't going to happen. Meanwhile, books three and four of this series were giving me sad little looks from their spots on the shelves. Happily, they will soon be free, and I'll likely buy the other four books in this series. Living Dead in Dallas, I can't wait (especially after finishing another book of hers in a record 24 hour period last Sunday).

Meanwhile, poor Marcel is not keeping up. The Prisoner at this point seems like a very creepy tale of obsessive love. He needs to own her, to possess her, to know her every thought, and yet he admits that if the mystery were gone, he would be indifferent. This morning I read a long passage about him watching Albertine sleep, and it was just ... icky. I think if I were to recommend a less onerous path through this book, I'd say to skip Young Girls in Flower and this novel and work on the other four (or so) books instead. I'm only on page 64, so I clearly just haven't engaged yet. It's hard when he's competing against vampire detectives and snide little pun filled literary mysteries.

Off to dinner in a bit, as soon as I wash a few dishes ...