Homebody Weekend Goings-on, Books and Movies

Yesterday was my nine-mile training run, the longest so far in my half marathon plan, and it went exceptionally well. I’m pleased that I’ve been able to meet the longer distances again with no problem and to keep my long-run pace just a smidge ahead of where the McMillan pace calculator says it should be.

After my long run, however, the business hit the fan. I don’t know what it was for sure, but something I’d eaten at happy hour the night before did not wind up agreeing with me. (And I wasn’t alone! We’re blaming the deep-fried pickles.) Luckily the angry backlash didn’t strike during my run, but rather well afterward. Nonetheless, DAMN. I spent the rest of the day lying pathetically in bed. The only thing that sounded appetizing was a real-sugar Mexican Coke, which I happily downed while picking at some various lackluster selections from the Earth Fare deli case.

[273/365] Real Coke
While it surely is miserable to be stuck at home all day when you’d planned to be doing Other Things (even if said Other Things were merely working at a coffee shop while grading papers and running a couple of errands), it wound up being OK. I am still borrowing W.’s supersized TV with the internet apps built in, so Netflix and Hulu were streaming their way into my living room in glorious high definition. When I didn’t feel like watching, I read a bit on my Kindle. Hooray for technology!

I started Bret Easton Ellis’s Rules of Attraction, which I picked because I wanted a sort of slightly hip, contemporary campus narrative à la The Secret History. And he and Donna Tartt both went to Bennington together, which inspired the college settings in their work, and such, so I thought this seemed like a reasonable thing to reach for. Uh, that is not what this book seems to be. I’m not sure I’m a fan of his prose style at all, but I am going to keep on reading and just see. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just re-read Donna Tartt for the umpteenth time, you know?

Eegs the Intern
Today I felt much better so I made my way to the coffee shop and began grading papers in earnest, did some grocery shopping, finished today’s quota of papers at home (Eegs helped out again, as seen above), and I decided to reward myself. Since my gentleman friend is out of town this weekend, I made it the girliest night possible: chick flicks, wine, and a DIY manicure & pedicure. (Fire-engine red and dark grey sparkles, respectively, because I know you are curious).

Movies I have watched since dinner:

1) Love and Other Drugs – Gyllenhaal and Hathaway are both adorable and charming and charismatic in general; the movie is clever and funny and totally predictable. I giggled a bit and got a little misty, too, but I have no need to ever see it again.

2) Charlie St. Cloud – I watched this mainly for the sailboat porn and secondarily for the love-story possibility, but it was so eye-crossingly awful that I spent the entire film texting, browsing the internet, and editing photos while only 40% paying attention. Oh well!

3) A Summer in Genoa – This one is interesting enough to make me want to watch it. It’s sad and compelling and personal. It’s also one of the only times I’ve noticed a hand-held camera in a negative way. Normally I like that style or just don’t notice it, but in this case it was a bit disconcerting — especially as the Netflix thumbnail and description made this seem more like a Hollywood B-movie with slicker production values if not a great story. It’s good — better than what Netflix suggests –, but not what I expected. Also, I prefer to think of Colin Firth as he was in, oh, any movie in the pre-jowl years.

So what’ve you been up to? If you have any 1) hip, contemporary campus narratives; 2) sad/funny young romances; or 3) charming Colin Firth flicks to recommend, please do so! Other media recommendations are also being accepted, though at a lower priority at this time — thank you for your consideration!

Bits and Pieces

Things have been trucking along quite quickly and busily, such that I haven’t been spending as much time writing here as I would normally like to. Life has been great, in fact — everything that’s keeping me busy is something positive. How often can you say that?

[264/365] Sprints
I mean, don’t get me wrong: I was just handed 75 literature essays today — essays I must grade — but that’s all part and parcel of my job and, as you know, my job this year is something for which I’m especially grateful. I’m viewing the long series of grading sprints in my future as a challenge on par with interval training runs. Bust out that timer, red pen, and coffee and bring it on.

At any rate, I thought I’d gather a list of updates and such:

I have officially hit a new personal distance record for the year after completing my eight-mile run this past weekend. I ran all eight miles at the high school track.

Saturday Track
Yes, that’s 32 glorious laps. What possessed me? Well, my friend H., who herself is a badass running sensation, had organized a run/walk for charity, and she asked people to support either by joining her for laps or by donating. Can you believe she ran 74 laps? Badass. Anyway, a bunch of us were out there at the track with her, each of us with our own mileage goals and running at our own paces, but it felt like a nice, communal kind of workout nonetheless. Who knew track runs could be … fun? At any rate, onward and upward, friends: it’s nine miles this week.

In other health and fitness news, it’s now been well over two years since I started getting back in shape after graduate school, and over a year since meeting my weight loss goals. I keep thinking I should come up with some kind of brilliantly inspiring post about maintaining healthy habits and weight loss, but I’m not sure where to go with it. At this point my habits are just that: habits, and boring ones at that. Aren’t you glad I don’t document every single mile run or bowl of oatmeal eaten? Yeah, me too. Nonetheless, there are things to be said, in a more thoughtful manner, about what all this means to me. I will reflect on it a bit more and see.

Piper the Dog
Between my dog and W.’s two, we have a giant pile of cuteness. They are some seriously adorable and sweet dogs, there is no denying. But then, we leave them all alone at one or the other of our houses when we go out and we come back to find scenes like this:

[268/365] Irony
Yes, my copy of Eating Animals was eaten by an animal. Oy. Other similar casualties have included a useless, crappy yoga DVD I never used, my Firefly boxed set, W.’s Simpsons Season 8 boxed set, and a few cardboard coasters. All of these were taken off their respective shelves (not left on the floor or anything) and demolished by this dog’s tiny jaws:

[267/365] Oliver the Dog
Any ideas on how to prevent this, short of installing all shelving at least 6 feet above the floor? This is the same dog who, while he only stands about a foot high, got a chocolate bar off the kitchen counter and ate most of it (he was fine — had some stomach trouble and was pretty hyper, but fine). The little dude is determined and ruthless. (But so, so cute and sweet. Sigh.) Helpful ideas are appreciated!

In entertainment news, we have watched the first five seasons of Doctor Who (and are waiting for season 6 to be available on disc/streaming, so please don’t spill any plot secrets!) and are now making our way through Mad Men, which I’ve seen all of but W. hasn’t. Both of these series are so, so good. I loved the feeling of discovering something new in Doctor Who, which I hadn’t seen before, and I also love getting to go back and appreciate the old episodes of Mad Men while sharing it with someone else for the first time. Good stuff. Now if only I can convince him that we need to do Friday Night Lights next.

And finally: can anyone help identify these freaky bugs?

Bugs Doin' It
The bigger one was about 2.5-3 inches long, if that helps. The two of them stayed glued stock still in this position right at my front door almost all day Saturday, only disappearing some time after nightfall. No one who has seen the picture can tell me what they are, or what is likely to happen when they inevitably invade my home and possibly try to eat me. How gruesome and painful a death is in store for me? I need to know.

String Theory

“The hardest knot is but a meandering string; tough to the finger nails, but really a matter of lazy and graceful loopings. The eye undoes it, while clumsy fingers bleed. He (the dying man) was that knot, and he would be untied at once, if he could manage to see and follow the thread. And not only himself, everything would be unravelled, — everything that he might imagine in our childish terms of space and time, both being riddles invented by man as riddles, and thus coming back at us: the boomerangs of nonsense… Now he had caught something real, which had nothing to do with any of the thoughts or feelings, or experiences he might have had in the kindergarten of life….”

– Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight


“It is as if the space between [them] were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before [them] in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between [them] like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread and not the interval between.”

– William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying


“If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time.”

– William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying


“The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, unwound, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free. I thought this up when I was a schoolboy, and I also discovered that Hegel’s triadic series (so popular in old Russia) expressed merely the essential spirality of all things in their relation to time. Twirl follows twirl, and every synthesis is the thesis of the next series. If we consider the simple spiral, three stages may be distinguished in it, corresponding to those of the triad: We can call ‘thetic’ the small curve or arc that initiates the convolution centrally; ‘antithetic’ the larger arc that faces the first in the process of continuing it; and ‘synthetic’ the still ampler arc that continues the second while following the first along the outer side. And so on.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory


 

[133/365] Finishing Up
Done

 

From the Oxford English Dictionary:

thread, n. 7. A thread in various mythological or legendary tales (esp. that of Theseus in the Cretan Labyrinth) is mentioned as the means of finding the way through a labyrinth or maze: hence in many figurative applications: That which guides through a maze, perplexity, difficulty, or intricate investigation. See clew, n.

thread, n. 8. That which connects the successive points in anything, esp. a narrative, train of thought, or the like; the sequence of events or ideas continuing through the whole course of anything; train. Esp. in phr. to pick (or take) up the thread(s) (of) , to continue (with) after an interruption or separation; spec. to resume an interrupted friendship; to lose the thread , to cease to follow the sense of what is being said.

clew, n. 7.b. With the literal sense obscured: An indication to follow, a slight direction, a ‘key’. See clue n., the prevalent spelling.

clue, n. 2.b. With the literal sense obscured: That which points the way, indicates a solution, or puts one on the track of a discovery; a key. Esp. a piece of evidence useful in the detection of a crime.

clue, n. 3. Any figurative ‘thread’: 3.a. the thread of a discourse, of thought, of history, tendency, etc.

denouement, n. A Romanic formation: Latin dis- + nodāre to knot, nodus knot. Unravelling; spec. the final unravelling of the complications of a plot in a drama, novel, etc.; the catastrophe; transf. the final solution or issue of a complication, difficulty, or mystery.

 

Like a Looping String

I didn’t plan to write a whole post about books and television but this is what appears to have happened. Here you go.

In my recap of the trip to St. Louis, I neglected to tell you about the most excellent bookstore of all time, Big Sleep Books. It specializes in crime, detective, and noir fiction — aka my favorite sorts of things. The novels I write about tend not to be explicitly detective novels (rather narratives with a mystery or investigative theme), but as far as genre fiction goes, I am all about a good detective novel.

Big Sleep Books


I bought the classic Dashiell Hammett novel The Thin Man and a novel by a Norwegian writer named K.O. Dahl (hello, I will apparently buy anything designated with the initials K and O). I can’t wait to get the chance to dig into these.

Noir


At the moment, however, I am about halfway through the second book in the Hunger Games series, and then there is the matter of my boyfriend David Foster Wallace’s posthumously published novel, The Pale King. I am up to my eyeballs in great reading. Good problem to have.

Speaking of Scandinavian crime fiction, can we talk about The Killing, aka Forbrydelsen? The Danish television crime drama that made it big on the BBC even with subtitles and that has now been made into an American TV drama on AMC? Can we talk, more specifically, about why none of you jerks told me about this?



If you don’t happen to know that I 1) study detective fiction, 2) speak Danish, 3) study Danish narratives, and 4) am obsessed with Scandinavian crime narratives in all forms, e.g., written, cinematic, televisual, then you are not held accountable. How would you know to tell me about this? The rest of you, however, ARE ON NOTICE.

Anyway, this is all to say that I looked all over the dog-gone internet for the original Danish version* with English subtitles and eventually had to download the first season on schmit-schmorrent, if you know what I mean. I would love to become the legal owner of this entire series on DVD, in Danish, if possible. But my point is, I have the entire first season and I am SO exited to start watching it!

*Look, I know it makes me sound like a pretentious dork-nozzle to insist on seeing the original Danish when I’m sure I could watch the American AMC version much more easily, but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you about American filmmakers’ long tradition of taking shows and movies from other countries, remaking them, and ruining them. The Office is the obvious (only?) exception to this. See also above re: speaking and studying Danish. See also also my over-dansk last name. Familien represent, ja?



But before I can start Forbrydelsen I had to finish Friday Night Lights. I finally watched the last four episodes last night, and I think the reason I feel a little dehydrated today is not the wine I drank while watching nor the bike ride and run I went on in today’s 88 degree weather, but rather the many, many sad tears I shed. Absolutely wonderful end to the series. Also, why oh why is this show (and its amazing writers, directors, and cast) not winning all of the Emmys ever? I call bullshit on that.

Here and There

I’ve got a bunch of scattered-here-and-there thoughts and updates, so here goes:

Me Weekend: It was quite lovely, as expected. It was most certainly not, as one friend termed it, a “Weekend of Loneliness.” (I don’t know either.) The first thing I did was clean up my house so that I had a nice relaxing environment to be in, and then I proceeded to do whatever I wanted. I don’t really need to fill you in on the details though because I am sure it would be boring as all hell. The important thing is that I managed to relax, finally, and it was grand.

[75/365] House Clean


Sick-ish Day: Yesterday was the first day back to work and by today I already am taking another “off day.” Not so great. I woke up this morning feeling mildly awful — I don’t think I’m sick-sick but I am definitely not running at 100% either — so I made the decision not to go into the office to grade or research today. It’s my “off” day, which simply means I work but don’t teach, so I was able to do this. I have napped all day. Unlike on Me Weekend, however, I feel guilty and that I should be grading essays instead. Hopefully I’ll be back to normal tomorrow.

Sniffer


Books: Over the weekend, I read two Margaret Atwood novels, Oryx & Crake and Year of the Flood (the latter of which is a prequel to the former). I really liked both of them, so much so that I was sad when I finished them and did a quick Twitter survey, asking what I should read next. The winner (out of a few books I listed that I had on hand) was The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, which I started last night and finished today. I loved it. There is a little dachshund in it named Ivor (who is not the dog referenced in the title, but a nice supporting-character-type dog nonetheless). Next to be read will probably be Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake.

Money: One of my major goals right now is paying off my credit card debt and another one is saving money to supplement my (small) summer income and move into a new apartment this July. I signed up for a free account with mint.com to help manage my budget. It seems like it could be pretty helpful, but I’ll have to do some tweaking of the categories/budgets and so on to make it really work. Does anyone else use Mint? Have any tips?

Shopping Hiatus Fail: In other money news, I have had it in the back of my mind that I need to replace my aging MacBook (it is from 2006 and has had to have parts replaced twice already, is running out of space, making weird noises, giving me the Spinning Beach Ball of Death every 30 seconds, and so on and so forth). I was looking around at the Apple store online when I saw their interest-free financing offer and found that I qualified. The only problem? I had to use it within 30 days after I applied, meaning before the end of my Lenten shopping hiatus. Well, Scheisse. As if spending that much money wasn’t stressful enough, you know? After much dithering I talked myself into it because I decided it was a work-based necessity and not the type of shopping I was really trying to cut back on, e.g. pointless hundred-dollar trips to Target, incessant Amazon.com browsing and one-click buying, yet another blouse from Gap, etc. So, in order to get the interest-free deal, I went ahead and ordered. New MacBook Pro headed my way. EEEP!

There. Now what is new with you?