Posted in Anglophilia on November 11, 2010|
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Umm, here’s a ship. In a bottle. In Trafalgar Square. I don’t like to post without pictures, and since this post is pretty random, a pretty random, knicknack-ery picture seems oddly fitting.
Have you writery types heard of 750words? Despite my recent blogfails, I like the idea of daily writing. The ups and downs of my posts here actually have a lot to do with the ups and downs of my own writing; I write more here when I am generally writing more. I should try to remember that when I get really stuck. Writing about Nancy Drew books for an hour or two does much more good than cursing at these snailpaced revisions.
Yesterday was a good writing day; today, not so much.
I met with students, went to lecture, met with more students, read the play I’m teaching, and fell asleep for a bit, pinned beneath the heft of my aggressively affectionate 18-pound cat. These short days make me feel less guilty about giving up early. I went to the gym and read some young adult werewolf romance fiction on my Kindle while half-halfheartedly pedaling a stationary bike. I tried to block out the caveman cries of the weight room bros with Taylor Swift.
I have a giant box of pears, so I made these, which are lovely with vanilla extract but even more amazing with a vanilla bean (which, alas, I did not have tonight).
I somehow ended up watching Bride Wars (I know how: I was sitting here waiting for pears to roast and it was on HBO).
Now it might be time for some Animal Crossing, which just arrived in the mail. I had an earlier version of this game in college and came pretty close to not finishing my senior thesis because of my obsessive need to weed imaginary gardens (the weeds keep growing! even when the game is turned off!) You would think, perhaps, that I could have transferred some of my virtual weed-pulling skills to home-ownership, but it doesn’t really have the same appeal. I was oddly charmed by one of the Amazon reviews, which is not a review so much as a treatise on the care of virtual lawns.
However, the thought of caring for a fake lawn right now is making me increasingly tired. Maybe I’ll just eat more pears and watch 16 and Pregnant.
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