Hot right now in my four layers: t-shirt, plaid cowboyish shirt, old-school pullover sweater, tweed jacket. Taking off the tweed jacket (took off the comfy scarf when first getting here).
The weather is my lover. Fifties (low tens celsius), drizzle, balmy, clean-smelling. Vancouverites know what I'm talking about (guess what I'm missing?). I was carrying Jude's bright yellow shield and scabbard (both homemade) while chaperoning the trick-or-treaters, and some mom's thought I was dressed up like Harry Potter.
I ditched The Blank Slate and A People's History of the United States and The Immortal Profession at the library tonight. I had been reading all three at once. I stopped reading Moby-Dick two weeks ago. Why do I choose to read four books at once? And then not finish them? Does this say something deep and profound about me? All of the books were incredible and educational books. But it is nearly impossible to read four books at once (especially of such disparate material and writing style).
My new readings will be along the more religious and spiritual: The Gospel in Dostoevsky (with wood-cuttings of beautiful anguish my Eichenberg) and Schmemann's For the Life of the World.
One question, before I close: why do I feel the need to publish this personal imformation on the internet? I wish I knew.
10.31.2005
Cutting myself.
Notes (3).
1. See August 28 (a kind of pre-entry). It is from my at-home e-journal that I'm going to gradually merge into this blog. It is called "Clement's Resolve," a vignette, albeit a fairly sloppy one. I was inspired one day and wrote it. Let me know what you think.
2. See October 8 for my 25 best albums list. Ask me about any of the albums. I might tell you why I like them.
3. Changed the Elise pic.
10.27.2005
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