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I am home safely in California.
I had a good time overall. I sensed there was a layer of preoccupation with personal tragedies or ailments this year. If someone wasn't being personally effected by Hurricane Katrina, they were either sick, getting sick, or had some other calamity. Sure, this is not a statistically valid assessment, but this was the vibe I was getting, and it seemed a different level of energy than last year.
Despite that, it was awful fun to hang out with the likes of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dslartoo, ariedana, reannon, kellinator, bheansidhe, vernard, zorathenne, etc.
My flight was fairly uneventful. I finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
It truly was a touching tale of unrequited yet stubborn love. I'm not sure if I would be capable of such a thing, myself: loving someone and waiting over 50 years to win them back. I would wait one, two years tops. Then I would classify them as "not worthy" and move on. But it's a hill of romantic fun to read. But also, Florentino did move on to some extent. I wonder if Fermina ever truly found out the extent of his "moving on". As much of a romantic as I am, I did find some of Florentino's behavior rather reprehensible. If any of you have read this book, I'll be eager to hear your opinion of it.
I found it odd that the main character, Florentino Ariza was chronically constipated and also drank thermoses of coffee per day. I wonder if Marquez knew that coffee exacerbates constipation? I guess I'll have to find out at which time it was discovered that coffee encourages constipation. It is highly likely that people were not aware back in the time of the transition from the 19th to the 20th century of such an issue.
My cats are quite adorable and cuddly. They had a good time withtaogrl, thanks to her loving care. Hey, that reminds me, taogrl. You and I need to talk of the Folsom Street Fair...
Now to unpack, launder, bathe, and tame other domestic beasts left to roam free over the weekend.
I had a good time overall. I sensed there was a layer of preoccupation with personal tragedies or ailments this year. If someone wasn't being personally effected by Hurricane Katrina, they were either sick, getting sick, or had some other calamity. Sure, this is not a statistically valid assessment, but this was the vibe I was getting, and it seemed a different level of energy than last year.
Despite that, it was awful fun to hang out with the likes of
dslartoo, ariedana, reannon, kellinator, bheansidhe, vernard, zorathenne, etc.My flight was fairly uneventful. I finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
It truly was a touching tale of unrequited yet stubborn love. I'm not sure if I would be capable of such a thing, myself: loving someone and waiting over 50 years to win them back. I would wait one, two years tops. Then I would classify them as "not worthy" and move on. But it's a hill of romantic fun to read. But also, Florentino did move on to some extent. I wonder if Fermina ever truly found out the extent of his "moving on". As much of a romantic as I am, I did find some of Florentino's behavior rather reprehensible. If any of you have read this book, I'll be eager to hear your opinion of it.
I found it odd that the main character, Florentino Ariza was chronically constipated and also drank thermoses of coffee per day. I wonder if Marquez knew that coffee exacerbates constipation? I guess I'll have to find out at which time it was discovered that coffee encourages constipation. It is highly likely that people were not aware back in the time of the transition from the 19th to the 20th century of such an issue.
My cats are quite adorable and cuddly. They had a good time with
taogrl, thanks to her loving care. Hey, that reminds me, taogrl. You and I need to talk of the Folsom Street Fair...Now to unpack, launder, bathe, and tame other domestic beasts left to roam free over the weekend.
