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jackshoegazerMy wee eleven-year old boy has a long weekend and has gone to his mummy's house a few days early. Being childless and thus unchained to the tethers of house, home, schedule and routine, I took the bus to meet my lovely lady Jacquelyn when she got out of class at eight. For some reason I love to hear "What are you doing here?!"
We marched up State Street and grabbed some food at Hawk's (mushroom & swiss burger for me, portobello for the woman), grabbed some much needed groceries (like cat food and Ben & Jerry's), and a not-so-quick stop at Espresso Royale for drinks (my usual caramel latte and Jacqui's Ginger Dragon), and still had to wait twenty minutes for the bus. Oh yeah, a triple espresso drink is *not* what you should drink an hour before you want to go to sleep, and hence this post, which is supposed to burn off some of that highwire energy.
Right.
Ethan is going to go as Dr. Gordon Freeman of Half-LIfe fame for Halloween. Jacquelyn's getting him a lab coat and he's already got a shotgun and thick black glasses. I made him this security badge to wear on one of those cool dangly things around his neck. I kind of miss trick-or-treating. Now I just follow the boy around and wait on the sidewalk while he runs up to the doors. I remember when he was younger and he wouldn't go to certain houses if they looked too creepy. He's almost out of Halloweens that include trick-or-treating. That's strange to think about.
I just finished The Time Traveler's Wife which was fantastic. Call me naive, but I didn't think it would literally have anything to with time travel. I thought it would be all metaphor, but no, it's real time travel. The story documents the relationship of Henry and Clare, and Henry has a problem where he becomes unstuck from linear time. With triggers similar to epilepsy or migraines, he will suddenly vanish and reappear in another place, in another time. Henry doesn't meet Clare until he is 28, but Clare has known Henry most of her life as Henry, from about age 35 or so, starts visiting Clare starting when she was just six years old. They have the kind of destined love we all dream of and imagine for ourselves yet still have the practical, dirty, gritty realism that we all know. It's heartwrenching and true as they struggle to have a normal relationship amongst the most extreme and unusual circumstances. I tend to avoid books with such critical acclaim, but this book is amazing, definitely one of the best I've read this year.
Oddly, even though it's Only Wednesday, I feel like this week is over and it seems strange that I have to get up early and go to work, catching my seven o'clock bus with the other bleary-eyed strangers staring at their backpacks and lunches or exchanging work gossip before they day has begun. I miss having a car, though I welcome the hour I spend on the bus in the morning and the hour on the way home. I read, think, observe. I can be alone on a bus with twenty other people and the hum of the road, the chatter of voices ebb and flow, a dull roar of ocean waves, of a dead silence. These moments spread before me like blank canvas, reams of empty paper. In this timeless place, I can hear a whisper, a voice, a muse, an angel telling stories which I will have to faithfully dictate, these paintings of life, the tragic and true, the humor, the lies, the folly.
Or something like that.
We marched up State Street and grabbed some food at Hawk's (mushroom & swiss burger for me, portobello for the woman), grabbed some much needed groceries (like cat food and Ben & Jerry's), and a not-so-quick stop at Espresso Royale for drinks (my usual caramel latte and Jacqui's Ginger Dragon), and still had to wait twenty minutes for the bus. Oh yeah, a triple espresso drink is *not* what you should drink an hour before you want to go to sleep, and hence this post, which is supposed to burn off some of that highwire energy.
Right.
Ethan is going to go as Dr. Gordon Freeman of Half-LIfe fame for Halloween. Jacquelyn's getting him a lab coat and he's already got a shotgun and thick black glasses. I made him this security badge to wear on one of those cool dangly things around his neck. I kind of miss trick-or-treating. Now I just follow the boy around and wait on the sidewalk while he runs up to the doors. I remember when he was younger and he wouldn't go to certain houses if they looked too creepy. He's almost out of Halloweens that include trick-or-treating. That's strange to think about.
I just finished The Time Traveler's Wife which was fantastic. Call me naive, but I didn't think it would literally have anything to with time travel. I thought it would be all metaphor, but no, it's real time travel. The story documents the relationship of Henry and Clare, and Henry has a problem where he becomes unstuck from linear time. With triggers similar to epilepsy or migraines, he will suddenly vanish and reappear in another place, in another time. Henry doesn't meet Clare until he is 28, but Clare has known Henry most of her life as Henry, from about age 35 or so, starts visiting Clare starting when she was just six years old. They have the kind of destined love we all dream of and imagine for ourselves yet still have the practical, dirty, gritty realism that we all know. It's heartwrenching and true as they struggle to have a normal relationship amongst the most extreme and unusual circumstances. I tend to avoid books with such critical acclaim, but this book is amazing, definitely one of the best I've read this year.
Oddly, even though it's Only Wednesday, I feel like this week is over and it seems strange that I have to get up early and go to work, catching my seven o'clock bus with the other bleary-eyed strangers staring at their backpacks and lunches or exchanging work gossip before they day has begun. I miss having a car, though I welcome the hour I spend on the bus in the morning and the hour on the way home. I read, think, observe. I can be alone on a bus with twenty other people and the hum of the road, the chatter of voices ebb and flow, a dull roar of ocean waves, of a dead silence. These moments spread before me like blank canvas, reams of empty paper. In this timeless place, I can hear a whisper, a voice, a muse, an angel telling stories which I will have to faithfully dictate, these paintings of life, the tragic and true, the humor, the lies, the folly.
Or something like that.
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Date: 2006-10-26 01:03 pm (UTC)I had a great time last night, even though I was a bit out of it. I'm really looking forward to our weekend together. And tonight we get a geeky grad school date!
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