Monday, September 20, 2010

Hard habit to break

I finally replaced my missing library card (An exhaustive search turned up only my California card – the one picturing the adorable rodent Dewey Decimole. Get it? Deci-mole.) And then of course I found my local card in my wallet. Duh.
I take after my dad, who tends to purchase books, rather than my mom, who is a checker-outer. Even after I became a full-time student I got by with used books, gift cards and the occasional bag sale. (Or dumpster diving foray.) Once in a while I even said #!%* it, I want the new book. But necessity has made the public library long overdue. (Get it? Overdue.)
Hard to say no to free books.
It’s just so hard to give them back.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


Finally saw "Inception" and took my dad back for a second viewing. Enjoyed the multi-layered dreaming and the use of time within each element. A favorite line: When Joseph Gordon-Levitt's character says another character's "subconscious is militarized."

A psychotherapist's nightmare.

Monday, September 6, 2010

End of days

Sometimes I watch televangelist Jack Van Impe and his wife Rexella because I get a kick out of the crazy s&*# they say. (And isn't "Rexella" the best name ever? It sounds like she should be married to a dinosaur... I guess she is, kind of.) Anyway, Jack and Rexella say the current popularity of vampires and zombies in pop culture is a sign of the apocalypse.

Another good reason to stock up on books.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Ancient history

Another entry for Three Word Wednesday: The words are break, negative and surface.

She brushed the dirt from the bubbled surface of the box and blew the remaining dust away. Opened it. A break in the stone wall between then and now. A flash of items, evidence of a past she only partially believed. A tiny resin figure of a fantastical character, a child’s toy. Coins with dates from forever ago, never spent. Some kind of ticket covered with the writing that she’d never learned to read. A miniature, conical shell from a place far away. And a treasure – a piece of amber cellophane, the kind of thing she knew about because her grandfather had collected them. She held the color negative to the light and reversed the image in her mind. People, a family. Gathered around a table filled with food.
She dropped the negative back in the box.