“Well I'm trying to post more here so I thought I will make a voice post. I just came out of work. I typically do work til 7. And I was just thinking about how I've been at Emory so long now, like 3 years. That... I don't know... I feel somehow like I live here... or that it's been like even longer than 3 years. But you know, I don't mean that in a bad way. I've actually really enjoyed my job here, and I still do. Previously, by the time I reached the 3 year mark at any other job, I would be like desperately looking for a another job and finding everything extremely annoying. But I still find it very interesting and satisfying So that's good since, since no -way- I would ever leave this job like to go look for anything now. No. Anyways just checking in and hopefully I will be writing something later.”
Transcribed by: wiebke
Some books are inspirational. Others are intellectually stimulating or emotionally comforting. Then there are those juicy, mindless reads that are only good for a plane ride or the beach. Which books or authors fall under this last category?
Um... I like to read reference and trivia books for mindless fun. That's not quite the same but to me it is. Stuff like The Grim Reaper's Book of Days, The People's Almanac, the Archaeology of Sex, movie reviews, that kind of thing. As a kid I would go nuts over almanacs. Yeah, it's the methodically inquiring mind in me :) Meanwhile, I'll also say that there are many, many books I read over and over and over and over, in whole or part, and I find rereading really relaxing, no matter how deep the book. So if I really want something fun and "mindless" I'll grab Ursula Le Guin or Wraeththu or The Chosen or something, which isn't light but rereadable certainly.
P.S. Trying to "warm up" in terms of LJ, so look for me to do a bunch of these Writer's Block posts.
If your pet were arranging a dinner party, who do you think they would invite and what would they serve?
Harry? Luckie? They'd invite flightless birds, of course! And serve millet to trick the birds into crawling into the serving bowls. (C'mon, that was too easy a set-up.)
YinYang would invite the Easter Bunny, providing he brought a big bunch of carrots, tops included. Of course, bunnies don't necessarily get on well with guinea pigs but ah well.
Pell would never have a dinner party.
I'm sure I made a lonnnng post about it and have mentioned it often before, but DURIAN is beyond a doubt the vilest "food" I've ever tasted. Taste, smell, texture -- all vile vile vile. Ugh. Like brains that smell and taste like some kind of meat marinated in garbage.
Runners up: Raw herring (German restaurant in Cologne) and some truly sick Southwestern soup involving lime juice and tasting like terpentine.