I went to bed after three myself! Our conversation must have been too stimulating for us to go to sleep. And quite possibly the late night Burger King begged to differ with our stomachs. But I had a great time, thanks. That parking ticket was $25, but that's the lowest cost above the $15 expired meter. What a racket. And to make matters worse, there isn't even a person left working at the police station regarding parking tickets if I did want to contest it. Or get a receipt, for Christ's sake. I guess if I would have gone over to City Hall I could have paid in person, but as you can imagine I didn't think it was worth the extra steps given my condition. I'm at the library yet again, stocking up on bad lesbian fiction and some movies.
Glad to see you're getting out so much, BFD. Yeah, I'm sure there was a digestive imperative in the wee hours! I slept hard & got almost 5 hrs of solid snoozing. Woke up stunned from it but got my arse in here on time. Now back from luncheon and toughing it out until the bell rings.
Alas for your ticket woes! Could be worse, I'm sure, but still. All for an ass sticking out---good thing they don't ticket us for that in all circumstances that could go by that name.
Any good tawdry dyke novels to recommend? I've been putting off seeing Fingersmith until I've read the book, but I may have to cave. I read relatively rarely, and that's usually deadline (due date) driven---and I own a (tattered paperback) copy of Fingersmith.
You read rarely? I didn't know that, and in fact thought the oppostite. I, too, read rarely. And yet I love nothing more than to check out a fat stack of books. Go figure. Given your track record, I fear that if I tell you of my lesbian novel finds, you'll put a hold on them and prevent me from enlisting their services as dust collectors for the next three months! Did you ever read that sleep book, The Mind at Night? Anyway, I can't vouch for these yet since I've not yet read them. But a review of one of them says that it will "gratify everyone who cares about how words and lives are put together." Ah-hah, I know I've intrigued you now. And the other is "a tour de force of originality, complexity and edgy intelligence" by "a terrifc writer who creates fascinating characters who are flawed, human, sympathetic and likeable." It all sounds not too shabby to me. Plus an anthology of lesbian short stories. Jackpot, no?
I read at work all day. If you can call it reading. Anyway my eyes move over words and other such markings on pages and on the computer screen, and it's a level of attention that can be tiring. Not exactly an intense level of attention in one way, but quite intense in another. Strange, really. Anyhoo, that may not be all there is to it. I have Netflix, after all.
I did peruse The Mind At Night a bit. Can't remember much of it now, though, for some reason.
Edgy intelligence? Hmmm. That does sound sexy. I was thinking last night about what I was calling (in my thinking) "emotional intelligence," and how people who have a high degree of that, or seem to me to, appeal.
I have emotional intelligence. HA! I wish. But it wasn't really a lie, because I own a book of that name, Emotional Intelligence. So far it's gotten me nowhere by osmosis alone. Perhaps I should actually read it someday.
Seems to me it's quite likely the sort of thing you don't improve so much with books. Unless the books are necessary to jog you into thinking in those terms to begin with or something. Which is hardly necessary for you.
And anyway I don't think of having this kind of savvy, or doing this kind of savvy(ing), being the same as being especially good at or sophisticated in interpersonal interactions.
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That parking ticket was $25, but that's the lowest cost above the $15 expired meter. What a racket. And to make matters worse, there isn't even a person left working at the police station regarding parking tickets if I did want to contest it. Or get a receipt, for Christ's sake. I guess if I would have gone over to City Hall I could have paid in person, but as you can imagine I didn't think it was worth the extra steps given my condition.
I'm at the library yet again, stocking up on bad lesbian fiction and some movies.
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Alas for your ticket woes! Could be worse, I'm sure, but still. All for an ass sticking out---good thing they don't ticket us for that in all circumstances that could go by that name.
Any good tawdry dyke novels to recommend? I've been putting off seeing Fingersmith until I've read the book, but I may have to cave. I read relatively rarely, and that's usually deadline (due date) driven---and I own a (tattered paperback) copy of Fingersmith.
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Given your track record, I fear that if I tell you of my lesbian novel finds, you'll put a hold on them and prevent me from enlisting their services as dust collectors for the next three months! Did you ever read that sleep book, The Mind at Night?
Anyway, I can't vouch for these yet since I've not yet read them. But a review of one of them says that it will "gratify everyone who cares about how words and lives are put together." Ah-hah, I know I've intrigued you now.
And the other is "a tour de force of originality, complexity and edgy intelligence" by "a terrifc writer who creates fascinating characters who are flawed, human, sympathetic and likeable." It all sounds not too shabby to me. Plus an anthology of lesbian short stories. Jackpot, no?
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I did peruse The Mind At Night a bit. Can't remember much of it now, though, for some reason.
Edgy intelligence? Hmmm. That does sound sexy. I was thinking last night about what I was calling (in my thinking) "emotional intelligence," and how people who have a high degree of that, or seem to me to, appeal.
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And anyway I don't think of having this kind of savvy, or doing this kind of savvy(ing), being the same as being especially good at or sophisticated in interpersonal interactions.
I'm too fried to try to say well what I mean.