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Over the past two days i watched "Toad's Wild Ride" with Christine. What is it the Pythons have with dancing on table tops? I realize that, if i did read Wind in the Willows, it was when i was in grade school (when i devoured down so many children's classics), and i have little recollection of the ending. We bought a lovely edition of the book through Christine's membership in that British book-porn club The Folio Society, and we've read a bit of it out loud to each other. We haven't the habit, though, really, so we've not made it past Toad's discovery of the automobile, toot toot.
Yesterday i read le Carré's The Little Drummer Girl which remains fresh and timely despite being published in the 80's, before the Iron curtain fell. The technology is simple -- computers only barely mentioned in churning through a code, not a mobile phone mentioned -- yet because it's such a psychological work the lack isn't particularly noticed. There's a certain compassion in the writing, indeed, one could say part of the plot is about the compassion needed to witness the horrors of both sides of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.
Today i need to pull myself together. Last week i had three evenings at Meeting related engagements, including the Tuesday night library work night where i was the only person. It's hard not to think i over-did it during the week, with the malaise that struck Wednesday afternoon and dragged me down the last few days. It's also hard for me to believe that malaise was dairy triggered: i began the challenge on Friday midafternoon and had already tapered back off the challenge level by Monday. It did throw a light on the relief i've had in general the past month or so in that feeling bad felt very bad.
Yesterday i read le Carré's The Little Drummer Girl which remains fresh and timely despite being published in the 80's, before the Iron curtain fell. The technology is simple -- computers only barely mentioned in churning through a code, not a mobile phone mentioned -- yet because it's such a psychological work the lack isn't particularly noticed. There's a certain compassion in the writing, indeed, one could say part of the plot is about the compassion needed to witness the horrors of both sides of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.
Today i need to pull myself together. Last week i had three evenings at Meeting related engagements, including the Tuesday night library work night where i was the only person. It's hard not to think i over-did it during the week, with the malaise that struck Wednesday afternoon and dragged me down the last few days. It's also hard for me to believe that malaise was dairy triggered: i began the challenge on Friday midafternoon and had already tapered back off the challenge level by Monday. It did throw a light on the relief i've had in general the past month or so in that feeling bad felt very bad.
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