Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short sharp wave of longing for the past Been spending the past few days helping translate between the curator and the production company, both of whom seem to be speaking more garbled versions of their particular dialects than usual. The production company has been managing to lose their copies of several important lists, and having to have us give them second and third and fourth and fifth copies, and the woman who was supposed to only do the graphics work is apparently the only one doing anything at all, which makes the presence of the other people at our meetings with them decidedly supurfluous. And the curator, bless her, would add and subtract and modify things until two weeks after the exhibit opened, if we let her. Spent Sunday night at mom's, and indulged in a lot of nostalgia by going through some old photo albums and negatives (all of which the registrar in me is itching to get into safer housing). I'll have to scan some pics - I was quite the adorable child, which leads me to wonder how I got to look like this, exactly? I loved wallowing in the old memories of dogs and people and baby chicks and a big yellow truck and a swing and a back yard and all the things that I remember so well. Photographs are a precious thing. It's good to know that I'm not the only one awaiting the new Guy Gavriel Kay book - wateryone is doing the same. In the spirit of my reread of Sailing to Sarantium and Lord of Emperors, I just went to the library and (after paying off my late fees) reserving the second two books in John Julius Norwich's trilogy of Byzantine history. It's fabulous stuff, because he's a fabulous writer. I also picked up The Bar Sinister (Shut up! I can read Mr. Darcy porn if I want to!) and Tim Powers' Declare, which I love and still need to buy, damnit. But right now, I'm wrapping up a reread of Dogland, by Will Shetterly - an absolute gem of a book. To Kill a Mockingbird meets Neil Gaiman and a dash of Tim Powers in there. Just splendid. 9:32 p.m. - 2004-02-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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