candy eggs

So the phones are pretty quiet today. Holidays are like that. I'm sure Monday there will be a storm of telephone calls, largely consisting of "They didn't give the kids easter baskets, that's emotional abuse!" Well, there will be real problems too. I'm just sick of the crap people waste my time with because they are bitter about their custody situation.

My supervisor gave me a gift card to Starbucks. She had a basket of plastic eggs with various prizes listed on paper inside. Nifty keen. She's also gifting me with some administrative leave for all the peer training I've been working on recently. Because the phones were so quiet, I sat with our unit's newest worker for the large part of the shift. It was pretty nice because I just read my book and answered her questions when she was confused.

I'm almost finished with The Defense by Nabokov. That's all I've been doing today, aside from a couple phone calls. I love Nabokov and this book in particular. It has such elegant construction and style, even in translation. I have always been amazed at the care taken with the translations of his Russian novels to preserve the effortless wordplay and wit. The Defense is perhaps the best example of this, and gives one a glimpse of the later English style he would develop in Lolita. I haven't read this since college, and the sweeping flow of sentences takes me back to another lifetime in more ways than one.

It's my weekend. It's full of vague possibility, but I don't hold out a lot of expectation.

this is what I want for my birthday!

Scroll down a bit to the Spider Jerusalem glasses.

Oh I know. A ridiculous extravagence. But dear god, how much do I want those? Transmetropolitan was the comic that made me cry, gasping little sobs on the bus going home from the university. Spider was my post apocalypse hero. He was the demon to my Peter Jennings angel. Ahh, Spider.

I really want those glasses.