Sunday, October 31, 2010

Back on Home Turf

Which means that the food supply is always running low, due to the presence of hungry teenagers in the house. It means that the little stresses of life threaten to come creeping in at the edges of our existence. Now we must seek out quiet corners to read, and only in uninterrupted increments of ten minutes. Even then there is always a chance that one might hear the loud brays of laughter coming from the basement, which might be off-putting to someone immersed in the novel about the Holocaust, or trying to decipher the secrets of the universe as plotted out by some self-serving economist.

The extended weekend itself was dreamy, as always. No matter where I may travel with my Significant Other, I always feel as if we are adrift on a timeless, and stress-free island . . . that is until check out arrives at 11 a.m. on Sunday morning, which all the more abrupt when you were thinking that checkout was at noon, and you've already lounged around until just past eleven.

Before arriving home to who-knows-what, we picked up my son, and went out to lunch at the Ram Brewery & Restaurant, situated on the west side of the beautiful Northgate Mall. Today being Halloween, many of the waitresses were scantily dressed in some type of costume, be it a tigress, or some leather-clad hooker. It just so happens that our waitress was dressed as a waitress. We ordered our usual helpings of meat and fried foods, accompanied by sweetened and carbonated drinks. My son was obviously quite tired, which he usually is after spending any time with mommy. She doesn't believe in idle time, whereas daddy has mastered the art of idleness.

Tomorrow it is back to work at the bookstore. Monday means that I'll be working the day shift, 10:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.. Most likely I'll have lots of books to shelve, since being away four consecutive days. And being a creature of habit, I'll most likely have lunch at Bagel Oasis, just down the street from the bookstore. I'll have my usual two everything bagels, toasted, with one schmear of veggie cream cheese shared between the two. Then I stand back and watch what how close the young workers behind the counter come to getting my order to me correctly. I would say that their success rate is less than fifty percent. Lucky for me, those are percentage points that I can afford to do without. Regular cream cheese instead of veggie? No problem. Forgot to toast the bagels? Not an issue. I can chew. Maybe next time you'll get it right. The odds are against it though.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Don't Let the Sun Catch You . . .

. . . Going to work. Ah yes, the sun has decided to grace us with its presence today. Meanwhile, I'm about to go into work until 10 p.m. tonight. The good news is that I have the next two days off. The plan was to fly to Madison for the next FFRF convention, but in the last two weeks stress and overwork, sprinkled with a few unnecessary elements thrown in by my ex-wife, and we have all the ingredients for a required extended weekend of R & R.

I have about 30 pages left to read in The Orange Eats Creeps, so I'll finish that today, and not a moment too soon. I don't want to be reading about Teenage Hobo Vampire Junkies over my break. I think I'm going to tackle The Big Questions next by Steve Landsburg, an economist attempting to clarify some of "the big questions" by using the latest research in physics, mathematics, and economics.

Other than reading, relaxing, and other more personal pastimes, I will be moving the rest of my belongings (read: books, CDs, and other ephemera) over to my current abode by midnight on Sunday. Otherwise all of my belongings will likely be turned into pumpkins . . . or end up at Goodwill.

Well, it's time to venture out into the sunshine, scrounge up some lunch, and then head into the old grind known as Ravenna Third Place Books. Adios.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

What Happened to Me?

My last post revealed my slight fetish for women wearing black knee-high riding boots; and then I just seemed to disappear . . . at least from my blog anyway. Actually, life did go on, and continues to go on. Some things stay the same, but there is always some slight variation. For instance, my ex-wife has decided to draw a line in the sand over a label: "stepmom." Meanwhile, I continue to try and read all the books in my collection, while at the same time continuing to bring home more books. I still don't get out to the movie theatre like I should (or used to.) My Significant Other and I are going away a week from tomorrow.

Speaking of going away, wasn't it only last month that we took a jaunt down to Portland for a little rest, relaxation and reading? Yes, in fact it was just after Labor Day that we took a little break. Frankly, it feels like months ago. There are two teenagers living in the house, and then my "almost 5" year old son arrives on Thursdays and stays through Sunday. About the only way we can get some peace and quiet that last for more than a half hour is to drive away out of earshot.

The sun is still gracing us with its presence. I can only hope that it decides to stick around for the weekend. There's nothing better than getting my son out to the playground for a few hours. It beats having him inside devising ways to convince us to let him play the Wii (or "little Wii," or PSP.)

Now it's time to make my regular trip to the library to pick up some new music. I'll also have time to visit my favorite bagel shop, before I park myself under the shade tree at the local church, and immerse myself in the latest book I've chosen to read.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Speaking of Boots . . .

Is it wrong for a man to complement a woman on her footwear? Specifically, a pair of knee high leather boots that look like they are made to dig into a horse's flanks in order to get it to move? There was a woman in the bookstore today, quizzing me about our used book buying procedures. She was an attractive woman, probably close to my age range. I didn't notice her boots until she started to walk away. I had a strong urge to exclaim "nice boots!" but coming from a man, my comments would probably be perceived as sexual in nature...which they would be, of course. I opted for the safer route, and held my tongue. Besides, she probably has a collection of whips at home in her closet.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Smells Like Bootylicious

Okay...I admit that I'm behind the curve on a lot of videos that have already made the loop through our electronic society. I just discovered this mash-up tonight, while reading a recent paper cuts blog on the New York Times, written by Matthew Sharpe. Sharpe's latest novel, You
Were Wrong
, is my featured staff pick for October. His blog lists some of his favorite musical cover versions, and the "Smells Like Bootylicious" mash-up made the list. Here it is in all its glory:

Monday, October 4, 2010

Sun Break

Fall is being staved off momentarily, while the sun blankets the city with its warmth today. I'm up early enough to get out and have some lunch and some substantial reading time. I'm just over halfway through Will Bunch's Backlash, and I can safely say that I'm tired of reading about the ignorant masses that are gaining power in our young country. I'm ready for another zombie novel at this point. At least the zombies have better personalities than the tea-baggers.

I was thrilled to meet a celebrity last night in the bookstore. At least he's a celebrity in my eyes: Markos Moulitsas, founder of the Daily Kos, and author of the new leftist polemic (and I mean that in a good way) American Taliban. I told him last night that Will Bunch was a little too kind with the tea-baggers, and Markos replied that he takes "no quarter" in his book. In fact, he's been accused by the left of being too mean. Yeah, we just let their fools shout "Liar!" in a crowded congress, while we sit back on our good manners. Bullshit!

Time to take in a little sunshine before work.