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September 2nd, 2001
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and I would be the one to hold you down
Remember the last time you spent a day at the beach, and most of the time in the water, and you drove home mildly groggy, but still feeling the waves lapping at your toes for hours afterwards? I have returned from spending 24 hours or so in Kawaii's company, and I can still feel the waves lapping at my toes.

Or possibly, as one of Pamela Dean's characters observed, it is just the dizzying effects of good literature, as I have just absorbed Lois McMaster Bujold's The Curse of Chalion in one four-hour orgy. (Kindly loaned to me by the aforementioned Kawaii. Trouble, that boy is. Must keep a careful eye on him.)

Current Mood: dizzy
Current Music: Sarah McLachlan, "Possession"

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Date:September 2nd, 2001 10:26 pm (UTC)

Carried by the wind

I thought that I smelled something wafting up from the bay area, something that smelled very much like satiety. Boy, I miss all the fun stuff....

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Date:September 2nd, 2001 10:31 pm (UTC)

Re: Carried by the wind

'satiable curiosity. (No, wait. That's Kipling.)
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Date:September 3rd, 2001 12:31 am (UTC)

Time and tide

Darlin', if you're going to compare me to the ocean the only metaphor i'm left with is the vast ocean of air, clouds, and light that breathes life into the waters below. On one hand, there are the deep tidal shifts of the past...um, 7 weeks?...and the changing currents of life; on the other, the lapping waves brought by your presence these past two days.

I could put this dizzy merriment up to the effects of too much caffeine and coding, but i know better. Those may energize me, but they have no effect on the soul. I'm well-ruffled*, nourished, and moved.

Music: Sarah Mclachlan's "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy"

* Not in the upset sense; think of rippled whitecaps.

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Date:September 3rd, 2001 01:20 pm (UTC)

Re: Time and tide

My copy of Tam Lin even falls open to the right page (411, in hardcover). Helpful, it is.

"Lord," said Janet, "what fools these mortals be. Did I forget to tell you I'd respect you in the morning?"
"Not exactly," said Thomas, sitting down on the end of her bed and winding his long fingers up into knots. "It did occur to me that the effect of good literature may be as dizzying as that of alcohol."
"If it is, I haven't been sober for years. I am of the same mind as I was last night. If you are having any second thoughts, you'd better say so. Don't prolong the agony, for God's sake."
"There isn't any agony to prolong, " said Thomas, rather sharply. "What do you say to fifty days?"
"What is this, a limited-contract marriage?"
"If you like. We could see what we thought at the end of it."
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Date:September 3rd, 2001 12:23 pm (UTC)
P.S. Is that the waves lapping warmly at your toes, or did Sable get loose?
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Date:September 3rd, 2001 12:51 pm (UTC)
*laugh* Sable is snoozing by the bed, waiting for something to happen of More Interest To Dogs than the reading fit I'm currently indulging in.

(I'm on page 319 of the Spider Robinson :-)

Must be the waves...
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Date:September 3rd, 2001 01:09 pm (UTC)
The two do not have to be mutually exclusive. I just had a vision of you playing "fetch" with a particularly trashy novel.

As Dorothy Parker once said "This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."
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Date:September 3rd, 2001 01:22 pm (UTC)
I'll have to keep that in mind, the next time I buy something that deserves that sort of treatment.

Or, wait, a great use for the mysterious duplicates of these Misty Lackey novels I hardly want to cop to owning one of....

Ambar, going off to fetch the dog
(all puns intended)
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