Saturday, February 18, 2012

Love letter to oatmeal, and They Might Be Giants

Saturday morning and I am determined not to think to much. It has been a very thinking sort of week. One with, to steal a metaphor, too many penguins on the ice floe. I shall just blog badly. It's ok, I have a headache.

Oatmeal is the breakfast of champions, especially when you're reading about zombies at the same time. I am reading Boneshaker and it is not great for my appetite right at the moment. Too many grey fingers, you know? Oatmeal, then, with some slivered almonds on top, seems like exactly the kind of food that would keep you for turning into a zombie. Not so red meat, you know.

They Might Be Giants, now. Third time I've seen them in the last two years and I am at this point not entirely sure why. Their new album, Join Us, isn't that exciting, and I keep wishing for them to sing What is a shooting star? and New York City which never fails to make me feel like I did the first time I got on a plane to see the then-prospective-boyfriend-now-lawfully-wedded-husband. Without these songs, it's such gratuitous disappointment. I think I would love them if I didn't know them at all, but instead I am Spoiled by Expectation. Sock puppets! Glitterballs! The sock puppets are still my favourite. Especially when they sing What is a shooting star.

Ok friends, time for TDEC to be Productive!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

After a long absence

I don't know if blogging is worthwhile. This is why I haven't blogged in so long. I should clarify: I don't know if MY blogging is worthwhile. I have so many other demands on my time and I haven't had much to say here that was truly worth choosing over, say, writing more at length elsewhere (hello NaNoWriMo!) or working (hello good cause!) or volunteering (hello other good cause!).

My life has needed much of my time and effort. That time of crisis seems to have passed for the moment. I am grateful for that, so here I am.

On the topic of gratitude, I'd like to thank Neil Gaiman for two things today:
- His Neil Gaiman presents series at Audible, which has led me to read both Swordspoint and, just now, The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break. Both excellent books I wouldn't have read otherwise, both slow, well-written, thought-provoking, thoroughly enjoyable if not easy reads. They remind me of why I read and of why I read. So thanks for that, thanks for universes of reticent, complete and human characters, for compact writing. I love it for all it is that I am not.
- For existing in such amiable, accessible form, and for thusly randomly appearing at dinner in my head last night for good conversation, to be joined by the Top Gear team. Literature + hilarious car testing = TDEC's subconscious for the win.

I also love the side of myth in both The Minotaur and Gaiman in general. I've always loved myths and fairytales, and written with them as part of my vocabulary, and it is inspiring to me to see them used to such great effect. I respect in, a little intimidated as well.

This is my life: I am an adult now, I know who I am, what I like, what I need. My job now is to forever push myself a little at a time out of my comfort zone, to do a little more, a little different, to do better, to be better, to be more compassionate, to be more unapologetic, to be closer to what I aspire to. I aim to be a better person, in the old-fashioned way. I am to be a better writer, and to work at that. I aim to be better at all the things I do reluctantly. I aspire to balance.

But first I will sit down and play Tiny Heroes for a bit.