It's a glorious New York November morning. The sky and air have the same brightness, one of light, the other made up of the cold and a hint of urban-air taste that you don't mind because everything feels so deliciously fresh.
There is something in me that I need to deal with - the obliging part of my nature - which applies itself in wholly inappropriate circumstances. I am happy to be polite, but dislike that I feel awkward in situations like this morning on the subway, when I sat down and started reading Lolita next to a woman with an open bible on her lap.
If someone is a Christian and believes that is the correct way to live their life, I draw the line at obliging them by becoming a Christian myself, but I respect their choice and do not seek to sway them to my own atheistic viewpoint. So why do I feel awkward reading Lolita next to them? It's my choice, right? Maybe part of me feels that because I may be an affront to their sensibilities I shouldn't read it in front of them...or something. The way I was feeling had, 'I'm frightfully sorry' stamped all over it.
Hmmm.
Anyhoo, the weekend beckons and fun and frivolity with it. Krissa's brother Luiz and his friend Ozzie are staying with us, and as it's Ozzie's first time in New York we'll probably be hitting some tourist spots, which I always enjoy. And there's beer in the fridge.
If you're hankerin' to spend a little hard-earned moolah on some aural stimulation, I'd recommend the new Imogen Heap album, 'Speak For Yourself'.
It's breathtaking.
This news story has me in stitches. A sparrow got into an exhibition hall where for weeks volunteers had been setting up a world record domino-toppling attempt. Understandably the sparrow got annoyed at its confinement and started knocking over some of the 4 million dominoes. The Dutch hired an exterminator, who shot (and killed) it. There's an amusingly bannered tribute website for the sparrow (?) here for those of you who speak Dutch...which is how many of you again?
So while work may be humdrum, I'm feeling pretty good right now, and I'm off to grab some lunch.
Have a great weekend.
it all depends on what edition you read. My sister was reading my old Annotated edition from college, and she got lots of impressed glances.
then again, she was 16 and blond, so ..
Hands up to the "how many of you speak Dutch" question. But it's rusty.
Thanks for the link to Imogen Heap, I'd not come across her before but am having goosebumpy moments listening to the amazon snippets.