I am annoyed at myself. I wrote one
paragraph on a story today. Positively paltry. Better than writing nothing, but still. I'll bet I go crazy next week with wanting to write, just because I won't have access to a computer--my family and I are traveling to San Antonio for a family reunion. I'll have to bring a notebook and my usual hoarde of pens. Rollerball gel pens are the greatest!
I was reading a comment from my friend Suse
about a visit she went on to a mosque while in Egypt. It reminded me of when I was there and visited a mosque. I remember thinking that it would truly be more disrespectful to Allah to take my shoes off than to leave them on because my feet sweated so much. Surely
Allah does not like foot odor? But it didn't mater. Off my shoes went, along with everyone else's. *shakes head* Well, no one fainted, so I guess it must not have been too bad.
Fortfest is this weekend, and I won't be going--no job, no Fest. I hope lordavon
has a good time, though, and everyone else who does go!
*sigh* I wish I could go to DragonCon, too. I haven't seen Anna, Kelli,
since 2000! I miss you guys.
My copies of More Than Money
by Neil Cavuto and The Bone Woman
by Clea Koff arrived in the mail a couple of days ago. I'll be bringing them to the family reunion. I suspect I'll fave to answer a few questions about why I like to read about scurvy and forensic investigation of mass graves from some of the more far-flung members of Mark's family. Erm. Well, it's either that or a pile of paperback fantasy novels. Nope, I'll take the non-fiction any day of the week. I just hope I don't come across too much like Daria Morgendorfer.
I learned of Clea Koff's book when she was a guest on the Dennis Miller Show
about two weeks ago. She was impressive,
very passionate and erudite on her subject. I think I enjoyed listening to her talk more than most of Miller's other guests I've seen, save John Rhys-Davies.
I'm looking forward to spending some time with my step brother-in-law Andrew, who is as much of a geek as I am, but he's shyer about it. I hope he brings his guitar.
If I ever write my memoirs, maybe I should title them, Diary of an Unabashed Weirdo.
Yeah, that would be accurate. (g)
I'm in the middle of chapter 2 of Scurvy.
*sigh* I used to be able to read a book a day. Now, it's work--but still fun. And certainly much better than I was experiencing on this date a year ago! :)
Note to Selt: Pork-Fried Couscous--an idea whose time has come. I don't get to eat enough couscous. I could go for some tabouli, too, and some hummus....