![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prime number
Oct. 16th, 2011 08:41 pmI keep meaning to reply to every comment, but I've been overwhelmed by it and other things. So thank you friends, for all the nice words on the Coming Out Day entry. LJ has given me a sort of home in the wired that I don't have any other place and some of my friends here have been with me longer than just about anyone in my life. So thank you, for being here and reading the countless words I've poured into the wired all this time.
The news from the Occupy Wall Street protests and the weather combine to make me feel a bit despairing. I was on the fence about whether I owed it to the NY Times to pay for the online access, given that I often read them. But my waffling comes down on the side of no these days. After witnessing intense, breathless coverage of the protests of the Arab spring, the lackluster coverage of what's happening across America right this very moment is quite marked. It forced me to acknowledge I have gotten lazy about my news sourcing and that I should be doing a better job of reading. I never thought I would ever say this, considering how I thought Twitter was ridiculous when it first came around, but thank the gods for Twitter.
I am surprised that I can still be surprised. But I believed so much when I was fifteen and learning how to write.
Over the weekend I read Jennifer Egan's a visit from the good squad which I found surprisingly worthwhile. It is the sort of story I enjoy, in that everything is connected and eveything comes back together around and around. It suffers a little from a blurring of voices, given how many points of view come up across the novel. But overall it was vivid and fascinating. It is a little strange to read novels now where the Twin Towers are really gone and all these terrible things are happening, continuing to happen.
There are parts where characters, young and punk rock and brash and scared, are wondering when their "real" adult lives are going to begin. I've been thinking about that all weekend. Not because I'm still wondering. But because I realized that I've stopped asking myself that question.
Maybe all this weird adult feeling is just because I'm a prime number this year. Mike is also a prime number. I think we should go eat prime rib somewhere and celebrate that we're still here.
The news from the Occupy Wall Street protests and the weather combine to make me feel a bit despairing. I was on the fence about whether I owed it to the NY Times to pay for the online access, given that I often read them. But my waffling comes down on the side of no these days. After witnessing intense, breathless coverage of the protests of the Arab spring, the lackluster coverage of what's happening across America right this very moment is quite marked. It forced me to acknowledge I have gotten lazy about my news sourcing and that I should be doing a better job of reading. I never thought I would ever say this, considering how I thought Twitter was ridiculous when it first came around, but thank the gods for Twitter.
I am surprised that I can still be surprised. But I believed so much when I was fifteen and learning how to write.
Over the weekend I read Jennifer Egan's a visit from the good squad which I found surprisingly worthwhile. It is the sort of story I enjoy, in that everything is connected and eveything comes back together around and around. It suffers a little from a blurring of voices, given how many points of view come up across the novel. But overall it was vivid and fascinating. It is a little strange to read novels now where the Twin Towers are really gone and all these terrible things are happening, continuing to happen.
There are parts where characters, young and punk rock and brash and scared, are wondering when their "real" adult lives are going to begin. I've been thinking about that all weekend. Not because I'm still wondering. But because I realized that I've stopped asking myself that question.
Maybe all this weird adult feeling is just because I'm a prime number this year. Mike is also a prime number. I think we should go eat prime rib somewhere and celebrate that we're still here.