The personal library. I’ve always had a library. Granted, at times, the “library” designation should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt. Is a teenager’s closet really a library, even if half is sectioned off for only books? Can you call it a library if it’s only the three shelves of the built-in wardrobe in your dorm room? I did. Perhaps it’s more accurate … Continue reading Reading and libraries, an off-the-cuff joint.
Your birthday is an anniversary. Did you know that? You only have one original birthday, unless strange things are afoot. Every year after that first entry is a revisit. I don’t mind a revisit. I’m not someone who gives up on birthdays. I like celebrating the good things: hit me. I’m less a fan of remembered misery, but anniversaries show up there too. I’m lousy … Continue reading Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.
I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
I love Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. I was a fan of both the show and the main character, especially the latter’s fashion choices and fighting skills. I even loved her first incarnation as a campy dilettante. My affection is coloured these days, what with Kristy Swanson and Josh Whedon being lost to the dark side, but perfection in people is never a possibility. Some of … Continue reading Evolution is on the daily: don’t get hidebound.
From Famine to Feast. 