gt, The book was “Reading Lolita in Tehran”. I didn’t read it but I did listen to a bit of it on a Playaway that I got from the library. So instead of commenting on the book which I told them I hadn’t read, I instead gave a review of the Playaway. Playaway is a portable audio book about the size of a compact case. It runs on a AAA battery and when you buy it, the battery and earphones come with it. At the library, you provide both of those yourself. I didn’t care for it. It was VERY easy to lose, the buttons didn’t seem to always respond well, they couldn’t tell me how to delete bookmarks and when I stopped it for a couple days, it went back to the beginning.
As for the book, one of the ladies commented that the author seemed to interpret Lolita as the main character in Lolita being raped and this person commenting seemed to think this was inaccurate, so she felt that the author was stretching too far to make one book fit the analogy of a whole nation–Iran. . . and it didn’t work.
Mork, silly me, I thought that pumpkin pie filling came in a can. Shows how much I know about these things. And I didn’t know what spy apples were. I’ve never seem them before. Maybe because they’re Northern Spys. I’ll keep a look-out for them at my supermarket. That’s where you get them, right? The website said they’re not as good for eating as for baking.
My Easter story. I’m not a Christian, but I have an Easter story that actually happened at church on Palm Sunday (last Sunday). I went to church and they’re doing baptisms. Toward the end of the service, they served communion. They send a tray around and you take a small thing of grape juice and a thumbnail-sized cracker. And they pass it down one row and you’re supposed to pass it back to the next row before someone picks it up. Well, after a while I look at the person in the row in front of me. He’s a big burly guy in his Sunday best. He passed the tray to his family and had it sitting on his knee while he prayed and so no one in the next row got their communion. Finally, his wife taps him and tells him to pass it back. And he finally does, but now I’m slightly irritated because it messed up the whole thing because he passed it back in the middle of the row. So I’m telling myself not to get irritated over something small like that and the service went on. At the end of the service, this same guy gets up with tears in his eyes and drags his family down to the front of the church to accept Christ. The moral of the story? Sometimes when people are rude, they don’t mean it. They just have lots on their mind.
Home, over-family-fied, and glad for the peace. My BIL did a nice job on their kitchen remodel, and my sister is thrilled to have a decent kitchen at last. Her original one was crappy, and they had a too-small dining room that was hard to use. So they knocked out the wall and made one huge kitchen. I should mention they also had a breakfast area, which is now the dining area.
Food was OK, but she invited us for dinner at 2, and nothing came out till after 3 - I WAS STARVING!!! And there was so much dessert, that we brought half the pie home. **FCD ** was happy about that.
I just spent an hour or so messing with pots - applying underglaze. I will fire a load this weekend coming. I am determined to do so.
That’s all I have. Still didn’t get any bunny ears. Mebbe I’ll hit a store tomorrow and get some cheap leftover bunny ears!
I have finished the right front of the shawl! I’m so excited. This means I’m 2/3 of the way there! I can actually see what it’s going to look like when it’s done. Maybe I’ll actually finish it this week.
I suppose this means we have to tell QD how to live her life. Get married! (No, it doesn’t have to be right away.) Have children because as reasonable, creative, nice, caring, loving people, you and Driving Husband have a lower chance of raising horrible people than other people do. Silly QD!
We had a very nice Easter linner (something between lunch and dinner; my niece insisted on calling it that). Also, we talked to my mom and one of my cousins. And played chess and checkers. And were silly (I know this part shocks you.)
I’m home now and need to get more stuff down so that it’s not completely embarassing when my friends come visit either tomorrow, Tuesday or Wednesday. We were roommates for a summer or so eons ago and are still good friends enough that we don’t really consider each other company.
You should finish Reading Lolita in Tehran, Heff. I wouldn’t get caught up in the interpretation of Lolita (that’s the least interesting section of the book, I think). It’s a very very good book (I think; the rest of my book group concurred - and we seldom agree on books).
I watched Easter Parade on TCM this afternoon. Did you know the role was written for Gene Kelley, but he broke his leg a week before filming started, so they approached Fred Astaire, who altho he had said he was retired, jumped at the chance to work with Judy Garland.
I live close to NYC but have no idea - is there still an Easter Parade up and down 5th Ave by St Pat’s? It’s a lovely thought, but something tells me that today’s New Yorkers couldn’t be bothered to participate in such a lovely tradition as that.
Well, the Easter Feaster is over and done with. There was turkey aplenty, mashed N.O.T., gravy, cranberry stuffing, and … souvlaki sticks. Bit of an odd surprise, but they were quite good. Pity they didn’t have any tzatziki to go with it. Oh, there were boiled mushy carrots and fart blossoms, but they fairly resonated cascading waves of blackest evil, so I had to keep them as far away from me as possible. The pies went down good. My StrawBarb didn’t turn out as well as I’d have liked. The rhubarb wasn’t nearly as tart as it should have been, nor the strawberries as sweet, so the whole thing was a little meh. The punkin was good though.
No, I don’t want him here. I already talked him out of posting in another forum I frequent. If he comes here, how am I going to talk about him here?
I am vaguely annoyed at him, yes, which I did tell him, but I don’t think he believes me that that’s it. It was kind of nice that he noticed and wanted to know what he could do about it, after all the guys who said, “Why are you mad?” every time something bothered me, like I absolutely had to be happy all the time. It’s not his fault, though. See, I am planning to move back to VA, and so he was happy, because, hey, we live in the same place and we can actually date! Woohoo! But now he tells me he’s probably going to re-enlist (he was in the National Guard) and so he’s going to leave there again. And now he doesn’t get why I’m not immediately going to pack up and go to VA.
The Easter Bunny was late (when he called me from work I reminded him) but I have now eaten the ears off both a white chocolate bunny and a crispy milk chocolate bunny. There are 15 Peeps awaiting my attention…
SCL, what color peeps? I just learned that they have blue and purple peeps from seeing them at the store, so I just looked up the website and there are green peeps and even sugar-free peeps. Green peeps just don’t seem right to me. Are you eating green peeps? You know what they say about people who eat green m&m’s right?
Oh, and I forgot to reply to you in another thread where I talked about your sig. I just wanted to make sure you knew I was joking. I like it actually. I’m a star trek fan too, so it’s cool.
I think I’m starting a new Easter tradition. Going to Trader Joe’s on Easter. This afternoon was the first time I’ve been there ever when it wasn’t crowded. The parking lot was almost empty and the store was really empty. So nice. Trader Joe’s with no people in it. . . very nice. The store clerk said it was like that all day and was last Easter also. I like it.
I’ll keep a look-out for them at my supermarket. That’s where you get them, right? The website said they’re not as good for eating as for baking.
). I am having caffeine before trudging back to work.
