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So I have been swallowed whole by Dan Simmons's novel Drood this past weekend. I thought it would be a nice, easy read to return to during my (many) bouts of insomnia. Ha ha, I laugh at my naivete. That book is fricking addictive.

So I started downloading episode one of The Hour before Drood and then, now that I've finished aforementioned potboiler, I found it downloaded. I had no idea what it was, all non-Drood thoughts having been blasted hence by sheer awesome, so I was like, "Huh, what is this, maybe I should just put it on and knit this sock for a bit."

And let me tell you, I forgot about the sock within like a minute. Romola Garai. Ben Whishaw. Dominic West. Hell, there was even a History Boy alum in there. This cast is like....

No, really, LOOK AT THIS CAST. )

I kid you not. Also...set in 1956. In London. In a newsroom.

See, my problem with Mad Men has always been the payoff. I mean, yes, that show does stuff aesthetically that makes me weak at the knees. There's no denying that. But what is it for, at the end of the day? Is it just a puff of smoke, just a beautiful garnish? So far--and I'm only one episode in so I will cry if it proves otherwise--The Hour has just as much of the aesthetic and the poise but it's also got something under it, something that means more than the simply accurate recreation of a historical moment.

But, to be honest, I love everything about journalism. My grandfather was a journalist (and covered a Hitler rally in Germany before he fought in the war itself). I just believe in it, you know, in a way I don't believe in many things. And so does this show. So I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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So I had this thought last week--prompted by something on StumbleUpon about how dates are never exciting and some suggestions of alternatives to "sitting in a restaurant making stilted small-talk"--that my roommate and I ought to leave post-it notes with messages in books in Borders. Roommate promptly absconded to Chicago with her boyfriend (after offering much encouragement) so I had to document my shenanigans myself.

These are the notes:
the notes

And here they are in books in Borders...I was very subtle about all this. )

♥It was all enormous fun and I encourage you all to do the same.♥


Feb. 3rd, 2011 02:50 pm
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I caught something nasty in the woodshed yesterday and am now stuck inside with allllll the tissues and only a hacking cough for company. Thanks, world. This is like that time you attacked me with tonsillitis just because I worked at an iHop. You're not nice, is my point.

So. I feel like death on wheels and I have 9 more papers to grade. I think it's the papers that got me sick, honestly. I think I caught unhappiness in viral form from them.

Also--since I'm on the subject of writing--have an anecdote:
Anecdote (and a switch of tone) be here. )

So that was my anecdote. I have no sense when stories about my mom are going to be sad or happy to people--they're all sort of happy to me.


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