I've been back from vacation for exactly a week, now. My brain is in good shape, finishing off one short story quickly and sharply, giving me the beginnings of another. I've had dozens of ideas for mini-essays. Right now, they are gone, but they will come back.
My life is otherwise so full of portent lately that I am unable to write about it. I am just sucking on it like a lozenge, waiting to get to the medicinal tasting center of it all. Then perhaps I can write about it.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
While I was writing this on the reference desk, some guy was actually break-dancing in place while he was asking me for printer paper. Is that a medical thing?
Under the general heading: Poppyhead.
We met an Asian-Anglo couple and their daughter at the airport on the way home (to Michigan). As we were leaving, Poppy waved goodbye. In response, the woman, who was carrying baby, picked up her daughter's arm and puppeteered a good bye from her.
This so impressed Poppy that for the last week, she has been, when she remembers, reaching over with one arm to grasp the other when she waves bye-bye. Waving her own arm as it were. It never fails to impress me how literal her baby-brain is.
This week, Calliope had my cold from last week, and was a little crabby. We had a couple of beastly hot days, and Ruby has been taking her to the park to splash around in the sprinklers. I have missed all of that. When I got her up this morning, she was eye searingly cute, baby Vogue-ing all over the place. Do other people's kids strike a pose? Perhaps VH1 isn't an appropriate influence for her.
She has this dress with blue cornflowers on it in which she is the prettiest little girl in the world. Really. If I had been smart enough to take a picture of it, I would have empirical proof.
Reading: With Friends Like These, a collection of short stories by Alan Dean Foster. Mr. Foster has always been rather hit and miss with me, but I mostly do like these short stories of his.
And an old issue of Parenting, which made me worry about autism (actually, that I might have it), and an old issue of Scientific American.
And this, which is so funny it is unholy. And is filtered from the NYPL due to language content, so do be aware.
Coming out of a meeting Friday morning, I also found out that Donnell has a rocking great graphic novel collection. I got out two volumes of Boneyard, two of 100 Bullets, and The Hiketeia (A Wonder Woman story). I liked the heavily mythology influenced Wonder Woman story. I think it was an interesting example of what a magically enforced moral system might look like concretely, and also of the strange differences between ancient and modern morality. The first issue of 100 Bullets I am less sure about. It seems more like crime soap than crime noir, more melodrama than drama. But comics are easy to read, and I will give it a try. I have yet to get to Boneyard. Ruby is liking it.
Oh, by the by.
I did go see The Day After Tomorrow. It's a perfectly good dumb science fiction movie. I actually thought their kludged-up pop-science explanation for the insti-freeze weather was pretty elegant.
Also saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Unlike apparently everybody else, I don't think it was the best of the three. I thought it threw out too much of the character interaction for the sake of the plot. I don't think that was the director's fault: It's hard to stuff one of Ms. Rowling's very busy books into even two and a half hours. It was entertaining, but I think I would have liked it better had I not read the book first. I am on the fence as to whether or not the camera work was precious or engagingly kinetic.