||[Jan. 14th, 2004|10:26 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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The loveliness of my best friend cannot be expressed. Last night at our weekly "Lord, is that my ass?" meeting she brought me presents. I love old books. I love their feel and their smell and the way their pages turn and the way they sit in my hand. She brought me 1943 copy of Silas Marner that was once owned by a teacher at Choate. She also brought me an old and lovely copy of The Thurber Carousel. It has my favorite Thurber story ever: "The Night the Bed Fell." I read little bits of it to Caitlin over dinner and she laughed at all the right parts.
It made me flash back to my first speech tournament.. that was my presentation piece and while I sat watching other people I suddenly realized that everyone had different voices for each character. All my characters had the same voice. I spent a frantic three or four minutes in my head giving them all different voices and accents. People, there are like eight characters in that story and they all had to sound different. My first stress-related heart attack, I'm sure. Still, the story makes me giggle to this day.
She's involved in a completely fascinating writing project. The kind of thing I wish I had the balls to embark on and which I think my fellow sailors would do famously. Hopefully she'll post updates so I can keep up with it.
Speaking of writing projects. I'll be posting Jack's first tig this morning as soon as I get some food in me. I got to the gym late and when I got in here I had to hit the ground running on a bunch of things. I had meant to put something up last night but the room was freezing and the covers were so warm and.. well.. *shrug*
Sailors, you'll be pleased to know that among my gifts was the loan of Cait's copy of Elements of Style. Armed with that and the completely hysterical (and wildly useful) Elements of Phyle I think I might be able to keep your poor eyes from bleeding at my atrocious punctuation.
Whee! (also GIP.. because man, I need me some hotass sailors this morning)