What are you reading today?

I should be reading Through the Looking-Glass, because that’s this week’s reading. I listened to Dracula, which is next week’s and I could be listening to Frankenstein which is the week after that’s assignment.

Instead, I’m sort of pecking at Looking-Glass because I’m head over heels in love with The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. What an unfolding series of tales about the settlement of Mars and what happens over time. I had started listening to it while quilting but now I’m listening to it in the car and even a bit through the computer.

I didn’t think I would like audio books. When I’d tried them in the past, my brain would wander away, or I would and then I’d realize I was many pages down the road and had no idea what had happened. Since I tried again I have learned that they’re not the best in all situations. Certain quilting activities, great. Actual quilting, excellent. Sticking squares on the wall or cutting fabric, not so much. Commuting, excellent. Going somewhere and needing to pay attention to directions, not so much.

I haven’t hit a voice that I have had a problem with. Most readers read in a pretty clear and undramatized way, perhaps with a little voicing of gender but not overdone.

Mostly, I realize how much I am enjoying the actual words. As a kid I read a lot. What I lacked in breadth of reading (different titles) I made up for in dedication to my favorites. Then I have to say I was given speed reading training in Junior High and again in High School and it seemed to me to change reading for me. It certainly did not improve my comprehension and retention of what I was studying. It did make it easier for me to quickly find what I was looking for on a page.

For years, I did not read much fiction at all. Most of my reading was non-fiction, biography, how-to. Then I read some things like The Belgariad and eventually began reading and re-reading The Lord of the Rings. I read the Silmarillion and did it by reading parts of it out loud. It helped me get past the biblically long, contorted sentences and hard to fathom connections.

These audio books are giving me fiction back. The well-put-together words, the delicious phrases, the room to think about what is going on. I listened to Alice in Wonderland and part of my brain was thinking of all the bizarre things the teacher and other students were going to tell me this book was about – politics, religion, pedophilia, drugs, whatever.

As I listened to the story spin out, I thought: oh, I see. She’s too little (young) for this. She’s too big (old, grown up) for that. That’s what we tell kids all the time – you’re too big to cry or act that way, you’re too young to do those things or to be able to think for yourself. All of that makes the kid wonder where the heck they are in the big scheme of things, and the big adult world.

I did have a moment as I rolled this over in my brain when I thought of all the things I was going to hear these stories were about and felt, I must just be a terrible reader that I don’t get all this stuff as I’m reading. I get too involved with the story and language and the writer’s little tricks and fail to understand all the deep dark mysteries of it all. Oh dear.

Well anyway, The Martian Chronicles. Read or listen to them. They’re great! Next up Frankenstein. Then Hawthorne and Poe. Where’s my big pink complete works of poe book? I better start looking now!

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One of those Fridays

It wasn’t a bad day. It wasn’t a particularly good day. OK, I did have someone on the phone say she was going to “get me” but I didn’t take that very personally. I honestly had a moment where I stepped off the floor at work because I just felt this knot of stress or whatever and thought ‘that’s just not good and it’s going away now’ and I took a few minutes to be alone and regroup and wonder.

It was the kind of day that made me really think about what was going on around me and with me and with other people and wonder what it all meant. And, when I mentioned that to others, they said, yeah, what’s up with all this stuff? I had a few really nice and very serious discussions about it. That made me feel better – comfort in numbers you know.

So I’m going to go wash all this stuff off me and think about other stuff, but also a bit more about all of this. Maybe I should be wondering about how to finish my quilt’s edges so it can be done done done and be done with it.

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Yeah, what he said

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#haiku as artist statement

I don’t think it breaks any rules of the world posting early entries in the artist statement process. I intend to continue in this vein until someone tells me to stop. Well, not really.

slash across darkness
light with which morning’s eyes beam
both light and lightness

verdure, through darkness
forcing light through still eyelids
laying aside death.

and from the past:

Short Artist Bio (with alternate ending)

A machine quilter,
Herder of cats, love fruitcake,
Upstate New Yorker.
(Writer of Haiku)

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What day is it? Thursday you say?

I got no idea what day it is anymore. Oh well. One after the other. Came home and opened up all the windows again after the silly exercise of closing them against bad things from a fire in Ghent that had been going since 10 PM last night. I took the advice and closed them when I heard around 7:30AM this morning and all was declared well and clear by the time I got home. Uh huh, I feel so reassured.

Weird day at work and now I’m here thinking I really need to be further along in Through the Looking Glass. Oh and what fabric to use for edge finishing on this quilt?

My pal Holly and I have been running our own little Olympic event, setting rules, criteria and point-systems for judging and scoring the NBC Olympic sports commentators. Much late night twittering and tee-heeing. Very very funny.

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