Boring post is boring
Apr. 18th, 2010 03:33 pmI have had too much tea today and am jittery enough to remember why I don't DO more than a cup of tea a day. Wow. That is my excuse for how wandering the following is.
But it's been a lovely mellow weekend in which I caught up with old friends, spent some time with my mother, and was repeatedly headbutted by a toddler. (With 24 hours' hindsight, I'm starting to wonder--did I really visit H and E with a hearty dose of H's kids, or did I visit H's kids, with a side dose of H and E?) Given wee A's obsession with trains, I am waiting with an unreasonable amount of glee for the day when he is old enough to realize not only that trains are awesome, but that his mommy used to be a train conductor before he was born. This is because I'm evil. Or possibly because I want revenge for his decision that headbutting Molly in the torso was the Best Game Ever.
After saying goodbye to E, H, and the small ones, I took the train up from Santa Clara (where both E and H live these days) and met my mom in Menlo Park and spend a few hours wandering though a local arts festival, vaguely pricing very expensive but pretty things as potential wedding gifts for my little sister (and speculating on when she and her boyfriend will get engaged). I got very wide-eyed at this booth but was afraid to ask their prices, for fear that I would never have money again if I so much as speculated on having shoes made by them. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
newredshoes, you maybe should not click on that link, because you might have a similar problem.)
I am now well-supplied with hometown-based gossip, on such thrilling subjects as questionable paternity, surprise birthday parties at the high school, and cloned marijuana. (I continue not to understand the issue of cloning marijuana in the slightest. It seems like if one wanted a new plant with the same DNA as an existing plant, one would... take a cutting and plant it? But apparently it was the source of a major bust recently. There was also some related tax evasion. Wheels within wheels. [I would probably understand it better if I actually read news articles on the subject, instead of just getting my parents' jumbled accounts.])
ALSO: I only just found out about Anne Carson's Nox and am hankering to get my hands on a copy. See, this is what e-readers don't get you: mixed-media books published as scrolls. From the reviews, I'm not sure how interested I am in it as something to read, but as an OBJECT... I really want to fondle it. With e-readers, you only get to fondle the reader, not the object within. (Speaking of which, the Center for the Book redesign, while very pretty, seems to have made it impossible to register for any of the remaining workshops in April. How do I go to the next Open Studio now? I should have registered earlier, I know, but I didn't know that it was going to go away over the weekend...)
But it's been a lovely mellow weekend in which I caught up with old friends, spent some time with my mother, and was repeatedly headbutted by a toddler. (With 24 hours' hindsight, I'm starting to wonder--did I really visit H and E with a hearty dose of H's kids, or did I visit H's kids, with a side dose of H and E?) Given wee A's obsession with trains, I am waiting with an unreasonable amount of glee for the day when he is old enough to realize not only that trains are awesome, but that his mommy used to be a train conductor before he was born. This is because I'm evil. Or possibly because I want revenge for his decision that headbutting Molly in the torso was the Best Game Ever.
After saying goodbye to E, H, and the small ones, I took the train up from Santa Clara (where both E and H live these days) and met my mom in Menlo Park and spend a few hours wandering though a local arts festival, vaguely pricing very expensive but pretty things as potential wedding gifts for my little sister (and speculating on when she and her boyfriend will get engaged). I got very wide-eyed at this booth but was afraid to ask their prices, for fear that I would never have money again if I so much as speculated on having shoes made by them. (
newredshoes, you maybe should not click on that link, because you might have a similar problem.)I am now well-supplied with hometown-based gossip, on such thrilling subjects as questionable paternity, surprise birthday parties at the high school, and cloned marijuana. (I continue not to understand the issue of cloning marijuana in the slightest. It seems like if one wanted a new plant with the same DNA as an existing plant, one would... take a cutting and plant it? But apparently it was the source of a major bust recently. There was also some related tax evasion. Wheels within wheels. [I would probably understand it better if I actually read news articles on the subject, instead of just getting my parents' jumbled accounts.])
ALSO: I only just found out about Anne Carson's Nox and am hankering to get my hands on a copy. See, this is what e-readers don't get you: mixed-media books published as scrolls. From the reviews, I'm not sure how interested I am in it as something to read, but as an OBJECT... I really want to fondle it. With e-readers, you only get to fondle the reader, not the object within. (Speaking of which, the Center for the Book redesign, while very pretty, seems to have made it impossible to register for any of the remaining workshops in April. How do I go to the next Open Studio now? I should have registered earlier, I know, but I didn't know that it was going to go away over the weekend...)
