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Back from the Back of Beyond
Feb. 13th, 2009 11:39 pmI have returned from my retreat in the north woods of Wisconsin, where I hiked, ate wonderful molasses muffins (I was too chicken to request the recipe. Bad Jin! No muffin), and read a totally fascinating book called Mysteries of the Middle Ages, by a fellow named Thomas Cahill who has written a whole series of books on the history of Western Civ. He might know everything ever. I might have an intellectual crush the size of China.
I plan to spend the rest of the term reading all his books, which might make me fail all my classes, but would be worth it in the end if it did.
So the retreat was moderately successful, despite the fact that I got sick. Not very sick, just sore throat and that-miniscule-hike-totally-wiped-me-out-I-need-a-nap sick, which was irritating but did mean that I missed most of the Thicket of Drama (like the Slough of Despond, but with added thorns) which my friends and acquaintances plunged themselves into over the retreat. The last month has been a Month of Drama, and I am tired of it and want something light and bright and sparkling to happen.
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Also, I saw the pilot episode of Dollhouse. Unlike the pilots of West Wing and Veronica Mars, it did not count as a light, bright, or sparkling event. It also wasn't a train wreck, and I will probably tune in next week; but I have a lot of reservations.
I find this so frustrating. How is it that the rest of the world is swept off its feet by Joss Whedon's work, and the best I can manage is a vague enchantment, festooned with caveats, with Firefly?
I plan to spend the rest of the term reading all his books, which might make me fail all my classes, but would be worth it in the end if it did.
So the retreat was moderately successful, despite the fact that I got sick. Not very sick, just sore throat and that-miniscule-hike-totally-wiped-me-out-I-need-a-nap sick, which was irritating but did mean that I missed most of the Thicket of Drama (like the Slough of Despond, but with added thorns) which my friends and acquaintances plunged themselves into over the retreat. The last month has been a Month of Drama, and I am tired of it and want something light and bright and sparkling to happen.
***
Also, I saw the pilot episode of Dollhouse. Unlike the pilots of West Wing and Veronica Mars, it did not count as a light, bright, or sparkling event. It also wasn't a train wreck, and I will probably tune in next week; but I have a lot of reservations.
I find this so frustrating. How is it that the rest of the world is swept off its feet by Joss Whedon's work, and the best I can manage is a vague enchantment, festooned with caveats, with Firefly?
