Wow – apparently my life has been all about memes lately. (And following political stories … bor-rrring. Although it beats reading about the Kardashians.)
I had to dig hard for this article that I had posted on my Facebook wall last week. Neil Gaiman on why our futures depend on libraries, daydreaming, and reading.
Otherwise, the only articles that I forwarded and actually read this week was this piece from the Huffington Post asking the question that’s on everyone’s mind: “What’s A Skoliosexual?” (I emailed my BFF and asked him if he was my “zucchini.” Yeah … that was a weird message to send to someone, I admit.)
And then, let’s file this under “I can’t make this shit up”: There was a woman in Champlin, Minnesota that was pissed off at her neighbors and their children, so she wrote them anonymous notes that said her children looked “delicious” and sent them magazines that were addressed to “Your Tasty Children.” I emailed one of my other BFFs and told her I was glad that she moved out of that particular ‘burb, she responded that her husband gave the woman props for creativity.
Yes folks, the truth is usually stranger than fiction.
Listening to: In honor of today’s post title, Rufus Wainwright’s take on Hallelujah. It may be heresy, but this one is my favorite version.
Reading: My cousin Cheryl invited me to be part of a Facebook society that is devoted to L.M. Montgomery and I found out about this book: “L.M. Montgomery’s Rainbow Valleys.” I’m not going to lie, when I found out about these essays that chronicle Ms. Montgomery’s Ontario years, I was having a shit-tacular day and had to fight the mighty urge to Click. Buy. Devour. Truthfully, the only thing that really stopped me was the realization that there are a TON of books that are devoted to the “Anne of Green Gables” author’s life, inspiration, etc. I’m thankful that my local library has a robust interlibrary loan system. I have a feeling that I’m going to be doing some academic reading this winter about one of my favorite authors.
Fiction Update: I’m making good progress on outlining “Dragonfly” and noodling on the mushy middle parts that need to coalesce into something that resembles a story and not the end result that looks like my toddlers had a field day on my laptop’s keyboard.
Happy Friday, friends! I am wishing you a blissful day and weekend. Today I am heading north to St. Paul to eat some borscht with a beloved college friend. I’m looking forward to not checking work emails and soaking in some good conversation. It will be good for my soul. Do something good for yourselves today!