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mars 29, 2004
There is a pestilence upon this land, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress in this period in history.
Holy global warming! It's 76 degrees outside. That is 2 degrees higher than my preferred temperature... 74. That's my preferred summer time weather. My preferred spring time temp is 70, with a breeze. Like it was this morning. I'm not ready for summer weather, I'm not getting my legs waxed until Saturday! Luckily, tomorrow will be 56 and rainy. Whew.
I was in javascript training this afternoon. The training was presented at a technical level I am comfortable with for about the first half hour. After that, I was lost. It was really designed for engineers and such. The training was 4 hours long, and it was eating away at my soul. Taking tiny bites out of my will to live, with razor sharp technical teeth. I made it until the end of the 3rd hour. And then I vamoosed.
My current Commuter's Literary Selection [aka: audio book] is "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman. It is a book that I read a couple of months ago. As soon as I finished it, I knew I'd want to listen to it. To get all the lovely bits and pieces I missed by being a selfish and sloppy reader. When I first started the book, with cd 1, I got the fright of my life, to hear the voice of the Narrator from Mirror Mirror. Noooooooo! Please... nooooooo! But it turns out, he was just introducing it. The real narrator is delightful, and does wonderful accents. And is quite good at giving characters different voices, without being clowny about it. Unless clowny is called for, of course. It's nineteen discs. NINETEEN! My longest audio book to date. I'm listening with the big boys now, kids.
There is a part of "American Gods" that talks about roadside attractions being the most sacred places in the country. How people are suddenly compelled, for no apparent reason, to construct the largest ball of twine, or sanctuary for black swans... something odd. And they don't know why. And, in turn, we are compelled to stop and look. It made me think... I think the Ivanhoe Inn, while not a roadside attraction, was about as "sacred" as my Moür Moür could make it. And I dare say no one could ever really explain to me why she constructed the Catacombs. So I thought that I would take some time, over the next few weeks or so, to try to illustrate to you, the "special uniqueness" that was the Ivanhoe Inn. And Moür Moür, of course. Maybe even with pictures!
Posted by jodi at mars 29, 2004 04:37 PM
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I'm addicted to roadside attractions. They are a rather interesting part of American culture. I'm also addicted to roadside diner's and eatery's. I see a diner, I must stop.
Posted by: Sarah at mars 30, 2004 12:14 PM