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May. 14th, 2005 12:02 pmThe kid apparently is making up for lost time and woke up (screaming) at 4:00 AM and 8:00 AM wanting food both times. This after getting to bed at one. Little bastard woke me up from a half-remembered dream involving scantily clad poolboys. *grumble grumble* I never get dreams involving scantily clad poolboys.
So call me weird, but I just don't see how this bathing suit is supposedly slimming. It looks like she's wearing a tent. And not to mention the notion of swimming in something that goes down to your KNEES with a SKIRT besides?
Modesty is one thing. These really don't look practical. Wouldn't all that extra fabric weigh you down? (link from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kyburg.)
(Not to mention the domain name gives me the heebie-jeebies.)
My father didn't generally tend to read. He didn't like novels or fiction (ironic, isn't it?) and worked long hours in a factory job most of the time, so he didn't take the time for most books. One of the few I remember him mentioning, which I keep meaning to read, was The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin - about how the Australian Aborigines used song and story to map their landscape. It's from him that I got my love of maps.
He also wasn't hugely fond of New York, or the Internet (we are related, I swear we are) but I still think he would have gotten a kick out of New York Songlines. I personally think it's awesome.
I'll tell the internet story later. There's an interesting story there.
I've been reading Polaroids from the Dead again. I really like his personal essays in that one; I envy people who have that skill, which I don't, or at least I don't feel as though I do. I can tell stories about other people, but not stories about myself.
So call me weird, but I just don't see how this bathing suit is supposedly slimming. It looks like she's wearing a tent. And not to mention the notion of swimming in something that goes down to your KNEES with a SKIRT besides?
Modesty is one thing. These really don't look practical. Wouldn't all that extra fabric weigh you down? (link from
kyburg.)(Not to mention the domain name gives me the heebie-jeebies.)
My father didn't generally tend to read. He didn't like novels or fiction (ironic, isn't it?) and worked long hours in a factory job most of the time, so he didn't take the time for most books. One of the few I remember him mentioning, which I keep meaning to read, was The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin - about how the Australian Aborigines used song and story to map their landscape. It's from him that I got my love of maps.
He also wasn't hugely fond of New York, or the Internet (we are related, I swear we are) but I still think he would have gotten a kick out of New York Songlines. I personally think it's awesome.
I'll tell the internet story later. There's an interesting story there.
I've been reading Polaroids from the Dead again. I really like his personal essays in that one; I envy people who have that skill, which I don't, or at least I don't feel as though I do. I can tell stories about other people, but not stories about myself.
