I know, according to Queen Shonda, your 'person' is supposed to be your best friend and not your boyfriend...but my best friend lives in New York and so she couldn't be put down on the medical form for an abortion (deep cut, Grey's Anatomy reference*). And ok, I'll be gross and say it - H is my best best friend. Sorry, Samantha. Move to England if you want to negotiate best friend tiers.
Not much going on this week in terms of reading, watching, listening, or thinking. I've been full-on zombie. My brain has been stuck on the grey, fuzzy static screen this week. Maybe I should try standing by the window, holding up the rabbit-ear antenna above my head.
This weekend I'll be working, but tonight I am devoting to reading. Hopefully I will be able to end this reading slump (not counting listening to the audiobook of The Silkworm, I haven't finished a book since Queen of Shadows, a month ago now). Finger's crossed!
Still on Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo and Fates & Furies by Lauren Groff. Both are wonderful...if only I could stay awake to read them in the evenings.
A few episodes of Gilmore Girls here and there. And this stellar video from The Globe for National Poetry Day: Joseph Marcell performing a soliloquy from Omeros at The Globe.
Still binging Gilmore Guys. I took a break today to listen to Chancy Nancy, as we called Nancy Cantor when she was Chancellor of my undergraduate university, talk about the responsibility of universities to the community outside the Ivory Tower. She was interviewed by my one of my favourite radio-ladies, Krista Tippett for On Being: Beyond the Ivory Tower.
I found a few interesting tidbits on the internet this week. Most exciting, of course, was the news that Svetlana Alexievich won the Nobel Prize for Literature. I read her writing for the first time this week and was very impressed.
From the NYT Magazine, The Year We Obsessed Over Identity.
The Morning News on nostalgia and social media: The Wayback Machine
Reading notes from undergrad in prep for TAing the seminar on More's Utopia...feeling very old. These notes are 4 years old. What? Why? How?— Rose (@rosemariepip) October 6, 2015
'So these guys...just talk about Gilmore Girls? On the radio? The Internet radio thing'— Rose (@rosemariepip) October 6, 2015
But I have gin so all is well. [& yes I'm aware that my tweets are beginning to border on alcoholic...take from that what you will.]— Rose (@rosemariepip) October 5, 2015
Edit: I almost forgot to share a quote for the week! I didn't originally intend for all of the quotes to be from poems, but now I'm quite liking the opportunity to share some of my favourite poetry each week.
And th-th-th-that's all folks! I gotta dash. I have a hot date with a book [ironic winky face].
Have a beautifully bookish weekend!
*NOT PREGNANT, NOT HAVING AN ABORTION - Grey's Anatomy scene for reference.