writin' stuff
22 Feb 2004 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorenei realized, to my astonishment, that there is no real urgency for the remix fic. i mean, because it's not due for a bit more than a month, i have my leisure.
therefore, rather than reading and re-reading the source material, i've started on a volume of northrop frye (lit crit) that i picked up at the lubbock (ahahah. ahem) library, spiritus mundi.
from the preface i already picked out a whole page's worth of typed quotes. slightly eccentric though he sometimes is, i idolize frye because he says so many things explicitly that i believe in my heart to be true of literature, but can't articulate to myself. reading frye is a long string of moments of excited epiphany, like really good fiction, a really beautiful music video (although to be fair, frye has never yet given me chills).
on our walk this morning encountered not one dead animal. someone had brought out a golden retriever and a dalmation and tied them together, then looped their leashes on a bench while they (the owner) played in the playground. poor dogs. the leash was quite short. perry and i had to give them wide berth. he gets very excited about meeting other dogs.
i can't taste anything because my sense of smell is gone. i ate a salad, and all i got out of it was a lot of crunching, and the tingle of vinegar (balsamic "grette) on my tongue. no real flavor. bananas and yogurt are just mushiness. cereal is just sort of crunchy, with that sticking-to-your-teeth quality that lettuce lacks.
therefore, rather than reading and re-reading the source material, i've started on a volume of northrop frye (lit crit) that i picked up at the lubbock (ahahah. ahem) library, spiritus mundi.
from the preface i already picked out a whole page's worth of typed quotes. slightly eccentric though he sometimes is, i idolize frye because he says so many things explicitly that i believe in my heart to be true of literature, but can't articulate to myself. reading frye is a long string of moments of excited epiphany, like really good fiction, a really beautiful music video (although to be fair, frye has never yet given me chills).
on our walk this morning encountered not one dead animal. someone had brought out a golden retriever and a dalmation and tied them together, then looped their leashes on a bench while they (the owner) played in the playground. poor dogs. the leash was quite short. perry and i had to give them wide berth. he gets very excited about meeting other dogs.
i can't taste anything because my sense of smell is gone. i ate a salad, and all i got out of it was a lot of crunching, and the tingle of vinegar (balsamic "grette) on my tongue. no real flavor. bananas and yogurt are just mushiness. cereal is just sort of crunchy, with that sticking-to-your-teeth quality that lettuce lacks.
