12.07.2012

Midnight with Sunshine and other stories

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
Pardon me; I felt like some Lewis Carroll. That particular stanza never fails to amuse me, though the poem itself tends to leave me rather emotional.

Like the untimely sun, anyway, I've come to the conclusion this week—with the help of a doctor—that I'm trying to do just a little too much, and not handling my priorities very well. Now, the only reason I'm bothering to mention this is that I'm probably going to be messing with blog rhythm a bit over the next few weeks. It seems wise to let you all know beforehand.

Book reviews may—I repeat, may—change out of the essay format to something that takes less than four hours to produce. And I might not write a thousand-word thought piece on Art every Monday; those might get shortened and/or alternated with, say, links to other people's nice thought pieces—though the blogalectic will hopefully go on, of course. I'm not sure myself how all this will turn out. Feel free to argue for your favorite features in the comments.

What won't change: I intend to keep this place regularly updated, serene, firmly situated outside the everyday world, and bookish. With cat pictures.

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Maia and her favorite toy: a sock.
I swear Maia walked back and forth across us every half an hour all night on Tuesday—whether because it was cold, or because we had to get up early and she wanted to punish us for something, I'm not sure. None of the smart-alecky remarks we made to her about it seemed to trouble her very much.

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A new piece on introversion that I loved: How to Live with Introverts. Via my friend Ashley Thomas, albeit on Facebook.

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Music of the week: The Piano Guys take on the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit soundtracks. It seems timely. Anyway, the Piano Guys are awesome.



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Random amusement of the week: "English Pronunciation." A very thorough depiction of the trickeries of English phonetics. My brain stumbled all the way through it.

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The time has come, the Walrus said,
...to clean house. Happy weekend!

5 comments:

  1. Just one of your friendly neighborhood lurker-readers popping in to say that I think it's great you're planning to take better care of yourself in terms of your workload. :) Of all things, I especially like on your blog the glimpses we get of your home life and finding the beautiful and artful in the everyday. You weave these throughout a lot of your post-types, though, so I'm hoping that means they will remain to a greater or lesser degree. Rest is so important--savor it, friend. :)

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  2. I thought the Walrus said, "goo goo g'joob?" ;)

    And you can do anything you want with your blog as long as the cat pictures keep coming. Nothing else really matters besides cats. Or at least that's what all my cats keep telling me.

    Sorry things have become a bit too much for you. I can sympathize in many ways. Hope you start feeling better.

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  3. I like the idea of you paring back for the winter! Winter is such a time for retreat and writing and all of that..I like you're doctor, he seems like exactly the right kind - give you good reasons to do a lovely, healing thing that, very likely, your glad to have a reason to do ;).

    I like everything here..but, like Donna, I always love peeks into your homelife, and like George, Yarrow likes seeing Maia! She's finally learning to call her a cat, instead of just assuming she's a dog ;p

    I hope the rest does everything it should for you this winter!

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  4. Thanks, all of you. Good to know. And I'm feeling thoroughly heartwarmed right now. :)

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  5. Everything everyone else said!

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