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Sep. 19th, 2008 09:40 am• My hair is beginning to feel like it used to. I suspect that bleaching it blonde a year ago totally stripped it of weight as well as protective outer layers, and since it wasn't as heavy, it found it easier to curl. It's always been a little wavy but I was extremely annoyed with the level of curl that had been present the past 11 months or so. Makes sense that it would be done with now. I hope. EEEEK.
• After 3 nights I think we're going to have to put a moratorium on Smokin' Pete's BBQ. One can only eat so much pork, after all. This is a lie, but I like to practice moderation. One day I might be good enough to do it for real.
• I've been reading a number of good books that are not about hiking/backpacking, at last. Wasted is a memoir of bulimia/anorexia written by an actual good writer (someone who won awards at age 17 for it, as well as far surpassing that Wurtzel chick in this book). I highly recommend it with the caveat that it may be triggering for the ladies who are also in recovery. As for me, it just made me want to eat chocolate.
• Also read Matthew Lewis' The Monk, a spectacularly better book than Wuthering Heights but still all gothic and shit. I mean, we have pregnant nuns and lascivious monks and cross-dressing Madonnas - and also ghosts, Lucifer, and bandits. Oh, yeah, and plot. It's so cinematically written (esp. for 1796) that I initially was writing the teleplay in my head, but so many subplots forced me to stop.
• Finally, last night I read Octavia Butler's last novel, which is a flirtation with vampires, in that Octavia Butler Style- sex and death are definitely her two best themes. Fledgling is the name, and it's about a genetically engineered black vampire girl who can withstand the sunlight (cos she's black!) and is stronger in other ways. This leads to jealousy and murder, and so on. I have a feeling this book was supposed to be a setup for a new trilogy. What a shame.
• After 3 nights I think we're going to have to put a moratorium on Smokin' Pete's BBQ. One can only eat so much pork, after all. This is a lie, but I like to practice moderation. One day I might be good enough to do it for real.
• I've been reading a number of good books that are not about hiking/backpacking, at last. Wasted is a memoir of bulimia/anorexia written by an actual good writer (someone who won awards at age 17 for it, as well as far surpassing that Wurtzel chick in this book). I highly recommend it with the caveat that it may be triggering for the ladies who are also in recovery. As for me, it just made me want to eat chocolate.
• Also read Matthew Lewis' The Monk, a spectacularly better book than Wuthering Heights but still all gothic and shit. I mean, we have pregnant nuns and lascivious monks and cross-dressing Madonnas - and also ghosts, Lucifer, and bandits. Oh, yeah, and plot. It's so cinematically written (esp. for 1796) that I initially was writing the teleplay in my head, but so many subplots forced me to stop.
• Finally, last night I read Octavia Butler's last novel, which is a flirtation with vampires, in that Octavia Butler Style- sex and death are definitely her two best themes. Fledgling is the name, and it's about a genetically engineered black vampire girl who can withstand the sunlight (cos she's black!) and is stronger in other ways. This leads to jealousy and murder, and so on. I have a feeling this book was supposed to be a setup for a new trilogy. What a shame.
