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Monday, Nov. 08, 2004
Worth A Thousand Words


I swear, Diaryland is out to get me tonight. Earlier it wouldn't let me in to read. I finally gave up and opened a window to post, was nearly done with it, and the browser crashed. I guess Diaryland doesn't like Mondays any more than I do.

I was extremely grateful for the reading materials this weekend. I typically end up reading a paperback romance while waiting for the spin cycle, because the Lions' Club has a donation-based library at the local laundromat. Romances are okay and they do at least feed the need to read; they simply aren't my first choice of genre. But since I wasn't really feeling well all weekend, I was glad for the excuse to curl up and stay in bed most of Sunday.

I finished up the Clive Barker romp, which was even less my style than the paperback romances. I had a moment of brain blank (also known as a brain fart) and was thinking of Clive Cussler when I picked this book up at the bookstore. Cussler is an author who writes high adventure and political intrigue. Clive Barker writes blood-and-guts horror. He wrote Hellraiser, the book on which the movie was based. Most assuredly not my preference. Coldheart Canyon wasn't even good blood-and-guts horror. It aimed for S&M and perversion and fell short there, too. I read the book on principle - I like to finish what I start - but I won't keep it. I'm sure the author has some fans somewhere who would appreciate his rambling. I was just wishing he'd get on with it, kill off the characters, and be done with the story, which was too tame for fans of gore, too lacking in plot and characters for horror fans who like Stephen King, and the killer - just plain boring.

The DaVinci Code was a whole 'nother story, in every conceivable meaing of the word. It's taut writing and a very smooth read, with meticulous research behind it that shines through in neon. I'm a sucker for a story that juxtaposes history with a dash of the modern, but give me verisimilitude achieved by doing your homework, and I'm hooked on an author for good. Brown pulls it off with fabulous panache, thank you very much. Now I need to go dig up the prequel, Angels and Demons, which someone tells me is actually the superior novel. Fortunately that one's out in paperback and I can get it cheap. I'll grab it one of these weekends and wallow in the self-indulgence of a good read again.

I also will be saving up to get the new book by Stephen R. Donaldson. If anyone has NOT read the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant series, and you enjoy textured writing with complex characterizations, I'd be happy to extoll every treasure-laden word. I've never read anything comparable in any genre. He writes fantasy that has an unerring way of pounding a stake of truth right through your complacency.

His new epoch, The Runes of the Earth takes place about a decade after the culmination of the original series. It picks up with his now-adult son, whose introduction suggests that he's grown into the worst traits of both parents.

Err... Sorry about that. I don't get to read masterpieces often, and the prospect of another in this particular series calls to me like a siren song. I'll shut up now and return you to your regularly-scheduled diary. Truthfully, not sure when I'll get another free-reading day for a long while, anyway, so this is really just kind of a pipe dream. Still... sometimes a picture can't do justice to a thousand words in the hand of a genius.

00 adopted a new puppy over the weekend, and brought her over to meet the family. Granddaughter was ecstatic enough to have a sudden surge in her vocabulary. She can now say both "doggy" and "puppy", and can bark pretty convincingly for an 18-month-old! Nobody was expecting that, in particular.

I bought her some toys and a child-sized rocking chair before she arrived, too, which brought out something that I found mildly disturbing. Her daddy never thinks to bring her any toys, but I'd already figured out what she likes, so that part was simple and she made a bee-line for the simple toys, the second she came in yesterday afternoon. We couldn't figure out why she wouldn't sit in the rocking chair, since she loved rocking in my old rocker-recliner and loves sitting on the kid-sized step on my bathtub. A little later she was pushing the little rocker across the floor and saying, "No no, bad girl."

It didn't take a whole lot to figure out that she's not allowed to play with a lot of things at the sitter's house. (When her daddy keeps her alternate weeks, he works, so she stays with a sitter.) She also invariably arrives dirty, and from the way she eats while here, we are reasonably sure she's not really eating right while with her dad. I know him well enough to know that he's doing his best. Unfortunately he can't keep her 24/7 and I am less easy about how she's treated by her sitter. I don't see any bruises or indications of out-and-out abuse, but I'm definitely keeping an eye out. She may be fine. And then again, she may not.

Now that elections are over, we have umpteen holiday projects going at the studios, though thank God, nothing on par with the political cesspool. I designed our Thanksgiving promo gift certificates today and printed them out, and will be working on several other graphics-related programs over the course of the next month or so. We're going to be changing some things about the station in the next year or two, which will entail a new logo. I will be designing it. I can envision what I want it to look like, but it may be another matter altogether to actually accomplish that. I'll probably have to use a combination of computer graphics and hand-painted artwork to achieve what I have in mind. It will be a relatively simple logo, overall - just a matter of getting it done.

Boss seems to feel a little better, but I'm still doing afternoons on the air and pre-producing the morning news and the PSA's. 00 is doing traffic and contracted shows, and we farm out 99% of the commercials to voiceover artists. The ones we keep in-house are the two or three that I voice, generally seasonal, short-lived spots.

The last picture in the series is 00 and my grandson.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )