12/01/2003: "Monday"
Music: Lorenna McKennittMood: Trying to maintain
Monday. What the hell can you say about a Monday? An enlightened master would look on it as just another day of the week. I'm not there.
I got up, wasted too much time looking at the web to get my run in, and topped that off by breaking my glasses while cleaning them. I will say this for the people who work in the Target optical department: They are cheerful and quick. I was not looking forward to a day of trying to work on my computer through a pair of Ray-Bans tinted so dark you can stare at the sun and hardly squint. I listened to “Jungle Boogie” from the “Pulp Fiction” soundtrack on my way to Target to see if I could get my glasses fixed, trying to getting into character for a day of looking like a junkie hit-man antihero.
You know what they call a Quarter Pounder in France? …
I read “Demons & Angels” over the long weekend. It’s quite a page-turner, though there were too many hokey coincidences and plot twists to suit the premise, which is brilliant. (The Illuminati, an ancient religion-hating cult, rise from the shadows of history to kill the pope and four cardinals.) I could catalog the cheesy plot conventions easily enough for you, but that would require giving away the improbable surprises. It’s worth a read. It goes fast.
So now I need to find something else to read. I was down in the basement Sunday, where we have eight bookshelves stuffed to groaning with books. My eyes settled on “Witching Hour.” Maybe I’ll read that again. I already know it doesn’t really end, like all of Anne Rice’s books. I like her writing, by and large, but her books don’t really have climaxes.
I wonder what Freud would have to say about that?
Selah.
