I had amazing dreams last night. Rather, I had your standard, dreamy dreams last night, and that was amazing. I generally wake up unable to remember my dreams, you see and the ones I do remember are usually something as lame as going to work or to school.
I did dream that I went to work, at first, but in that dream I asked a girl on a date, which never happens. Especially at work.
And then I dreamt . . . something. Dang, I have lost my second dream.
In my third dream, I was preparing to fly to London. My friends Scott, Kathy, Michael, Bill, Mark, and Barbara (the girl I was, until recently, dating) and I spent the duration of the dream preparing, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally for the trip, as though we were leaving something behind for good. And then we got to the airport where (as always, because I am from the South), I let everybody go ahead of me to board the plane, and once it was my turn to go through, they asked for my passport, and I realized I had neglected to get one. No passport at all, and all of my friends had already boarded the plane.
And then I woke up.
Our electricity went out this morning, which usually I enjoy -- I view electricity as a modern inconvenience, too convenient to do without, all the while keeping me separate from nature. However today, it is a problem, because I have a need to study for my psychology final exam, and (since it is overcast) it was nigh-pitch-black in the apartment.
And since my computer had powered off, I decided to take the opportunity to hook up my new computer, which has been sitting, unused, next to my desk for two weeks. And now here I am, distracted by electricity again.
I am in awe of my 32-gigs-free device, as my other computer has only .99 MB free . . . when my friend Michael heard that I was planning to buy a new hard drive, he volunteered this entire desktop computer, since it is entirely of no use to him.
So!
I did dream that I went to work, at first, but in that dream I asked a girl on a date, which never happens. Especially at work.
And then I dreamt . . . something. Dang, I have lost my second dream.
In my third dream, I was preparing to fly to London. My friends Scott, Kathy, Michael, Bill, Mark, and Barbara (the girl I was, until recently, dating) and I spent the duration of the dream preparing, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally for the trip, as though we were leaving something behind for good. And then we got to the airport where (as always, because I am from the South), I let everybody go ahead of me to board the plane, and once it was my turn to go through, they asked for my passport, and I realized I had neglected to get one. No passport at all, and all of my friends had already boarded the plane.
And then I woke up.
Our electricity went out this morning, which usually I enjoy -- I view electricity as a modern inconvenience, too convenient to do without, all the while keeping me separate from nature. However today, it is a problem, because I have a need to study for my psychology final exam, and (since it is overcast) it was nigh-pitch-black in the apartment.
And since my computer had powered off, I decided to take the opportunity to hook up my new computer, which has been sitting, unused, next to my desk for two weeks. And now here I am, distracted by electricity again.
I am in awe of my 32-gigs-free device, as my other computer has only .99 MB free . . . when my friend Michael heard that I was planning to buy a new hard drive, he volunteered this entire desktop computer, since it is entirely of no use to him.
So!
anyway, that's good you are so kind to your books. sometimes i feel guilty for marking in mine, like i'm not respecting them enough. (and of course i wouldn't bring a pen within ten feet of my antique books.) but then i console myself by considering it as a conversation with the text, and maybe there's more respect in really being engaged and using a book than setting it pristinely on the shelf. what say you?
no, i haven't read either of those authors i'm sorry to say. it sounds like stuff i'd like though. i've been spending the past couple of months rereading old college books that i couldn't stand the first time i read them. just absolute crap. and it's making me sick. i just couldn't really afford new books, and Half Price didn't have In Cold Blood.
about marking in books - if it really, really moves me, i just can't let it go. and by having my favorite lines marked, if i'm ever looking for inspiration or just happen to remember that there's a delicious quote in a certain book, all i have to do is flip.
i might try to find those books, but that'll have to wait till funds pick up. that's why i'm rereading old college books - even ones i can't stand. and Oprah has picked a winner or two. The Corrections was awesome (even though Mr. Franzen tried to turn her book club offer down until he was pretty much forced to accept) and of course Toni Morrison is the most eloquent novelist ever.