Sunday, November 28, 2010ChronicNow we're both sick. Roger's feeling all funky and I'm still blech on my concoction of decongestants, expectorants, suppressants and anything else I can find that sounds like it will boost my weary immune system. However, we have a fridge full of Thanksgiving leftovers, we've cleared our schedule of social and work engagements, and they say it's going to rain later. So, all in all, not a bad way to spend a vacation weekend.Oh. Warning: Since I've sort of committed myself to writing a blog every day, you can now delete this along with every other "today I filed my nails" blog that takes the minutiae of daily life and blows it into headline-worthy 72 point type. Just in case you're wondering what I'm going to make of all this sickness and lethargy, I'll tell you right now -- there's nothing going on and it's highly doubtful I'll find anything meaningful to say by the end of it. I'm just going to spew out dumb stuff and then go take a nap. So... if you want to keep reading, be my guest, just don't expect much. So, this morning I did nothing basically but loll around with Roger watching infomercials about folk singers and channel surfing to find the best reality shows. We spent a good 15 minutes watching "Deadly Women" featuring atrocious dramatizations of crimes involving women murderers, then about 20 minutes watching with dropped jaws a show about pet hoarding, featuring a woman with 300 cats. Unfortunately, we could not find anything on about swamp logging, which is my current favorite. And we couldn't get a channel that had a show on about moving big things with great difficulty (in this case, the Golden Gate Bridge). That bummed me out. On the other hand, we did watch a great documentary ("Helvetica") which really kind of made our heads spin (more) with all the nuances a typeface brings to the table. So that was great. And I finished a terrific book (Chronic City). I'm now an official fan of Jonathan Lethem, a fellow Bennington-ite who did what it takes to become a staggeringly good writer and make us all proud. I'd kind of love to write a paper about this book. It is weird and complex and it has layers and it got under my skin. I couldn't put it down for the last half, and the last few pages I doled out to myself because I didn't want to lose the weird, fantastic, very disturbing world he created. But end it did, I now I'm back to searching in vain for Swamp Loggers. Anyone have a good suggestion for a book that will both entertain and sustain itself artistically at the same time? # posted by Katherine Doughtie Nolan @ 10:30 AM  
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