No World Cup this morning
They went and changed the World Cup schedule on me! I had a very nice thing going that involved spending four hours a day on my ass on the couch (I slept through the 6a.m. games) and now...well, they are running games simultaneously!
The good thing is that I will be forced to get back to my regularly scheduled summer. I've written hardly anything since World Cup happens during my prime writing time. Afternoons are mostly spent skating and I am worthless at night. No reading either. I did read The Devil Wears Prada and Secret of the Three Treasures early last week, but since then nothing. I really enjoyed Treasures it is endearing and funny and the characters are real. Prada? What was I thinking? I thought I'd try something new, and well, it didn't work out. I just couldn't get myself to cheer for the lead character. I really didn't care, I wanted to, but I didn't. Oh, well. That's probably why romance never clicked for me either. I have too little sympathy for self-absorbed characters. Perhaps I judge them too harshly because it's something I hate in myself.
Last week I also read The Idiot Girls' Action Adventure Club by Laurie Notaro which brought to mind two books that I read, oh, seven years ago that had a big effect on me. One was Dancing Queen by Lisa Carver, and the other Susie Bright's Sexual Reality. I just now pulled them both from the shelf, and frankly I couldn't tell you much about what's between the covers, but what I took out of the pair that summer was an amazement that some one could/would write a book about the incidentals of her life, grant that life the importance of the human condition, pass judgment on society based her own experiences, and then have other people read it! It was simply shocking and opened a door inside that had been locked with "nobody wants to know what I think or have to say" with the magical key of "who the fuck cares!" Very liberating.
An odd coincidence, both Carver's and Notaro's books have women in skates on the cover.