so as to no longer disturb my friends
Listening to the Cure/Bloodflowers while reading Monstrous Regiment gives my mental images of Borogravia a distinctly Burtonesque tinge. That's going to really clash if the book goes to Ankh-Morpork (and surely it will?).
: "Page 16 : 'You use Evyan skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today.'
Evyan makes White Shoulders for women, a floral scent of jasmine, lilac and gardenia on a base of sandalwood, amber and oakmoss with civet and musk. L'Air du Temps - the air of time - is a fragrance by Nina Ricci. It is another floral featuring gardenia, musk, rose, carnation and sandalwood. "
^from hannotations.com. Lecter says "skin cream"--not "lotion" or "moisturizer" or something. /Skin/ cream.
Gardenias are for death, aren't they? And sandalwood is sacrificial incense...
, and mention of "Hannibal Lecter" being a reference to Baudelaire... does Snicket somehow add another bit to this convolusion?
I object to Krendler being equated with Brigham and Starling's father, unless to balance their /good/, or represent their /bad/.
There is mention of the balisong knife. I would point out that a balisong knife is a butterfly knife. "The significance of the moth is change. Caterpillar into chrysalis--or pupa--and from thence into beauty..."
Ha. I was fairly much right: I remembered that I'd run across but not read this
before, and that it was around 20k, which should be around 3,000 words. And the word count thing
I used for nanowrimo
says it's 3,121.
Dad: Whatcha doin', kid?
Me: Reading this soap label.
Dad: ...oh yeah? It interesting?
Me: It's about three thousand words.
Dad: Three thousand words?!
Me: Er, well, I'd have to do a word count. But... well... yeah. Look. [holds up bottle]
Dad: [looks at bottle] Good lord!
Me: Listen. "Absolute cleanliness is Godliness! Then, who else but God gave man Love that can spark mere dust to life! The Moral ABC, uniting All-One, brave, all life! Who else but God! Who else! (see Eucalyptus-Peppermint & SalSuds qts.)" Go on to another bottle label! Listen. "Conserve . . . refill from gallon or drum at store! OK!" Listen...
Dad: Snrrk. Sounds like a bunch of shit to me. [walks away]
Why can atheists never get the essential message of a thing if it mentions God? There is a moral message here, independant of the religious one. Well, my dad's not an atheist, he just says he is--he's angry at his god and he thinks that makes him an atheist. So any mention of a god clouds his perception of what is being said. Drives me crazy.
I'm counting my bottle of Dr. Bronner's
18-in-1 Hemp ALMOND PURE-CASTILE as a book for this month. Good /lord/. It's huge, it's beautiful, it's useful crazy-ranting, like the Principia Discordia only more truly crazy and less a couple of silly boys in a bowling alley.
"Dilute! Dilute! Or Wet Skin Well! OK!"
"CONSERVE . . . REFILL FROM GALLON OR DRUM AT STORE! OK!"
"ENJOY ONLY 2 COSMETICS, enough sleep & Dr. Bronner's 'Magic Soap' to clean body-soul-spirit instantly uniting One! All-One!"
Story and labels here
. I've got the Almond, the green label, but mine's a pint bottle, not a quart, so it's missing quite a bit. I wish it would come off the bottle so I could put it on the wall, but it seems to be printed directly on the plastic.
It's so wonderful, it's like Sati...
Now, then: How did I not know that Ring Lardner wrote in dialect?
(And, the 1946 Viking Portable Library shape, size, and construction is vastly superior to the 1981, the 1982, or the 1968.)
Books read in the last two months:
Silence of the Lambs, by Thomas Harris (reread)
Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchett (reread)
Men At Arms, by Terry Pratchett
Jingo, by Terry Pratchett
The Three Questions
, by Leo Tolstoy
The Wolves in the Walls, by Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean
Mairelon the Magician, by PC Wrede
Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett
Tithe, by Holly Black
Sandman: The Doll's House, by Neil Gaiman, et al (reread)
And I'm a little over halfway through Thinking in Pictures, by Temple Grandin.
I've /never/ read that many books in two months before. It's quite enjoyable :D The last three years or so, I've read very slowly--or slowly for me, anyway. Ever since I started reading more than one book at a time. Now I've sort of simplified it: Two at a time, one that gets read upstairs and one that gets read downstairs.
Perhaps I can finish The Vampire Lestat, now :> (I started it in 2000.)
It took three days to finish Tithe. It wouldn't have taken that long if I hadn't had to get up early night before last. It was wonderful and beautiful and terrific and, and, and... things. Kyndrill
sent it to me, and it is the UK edition--I now need the US edition, to compare. (Stores in New Jersey are unlikely to advertise CANDY FLOSS, yes?)
I need to go through my notebook and find my notes on those books, do some quoting, but that comes later. I'd rather take a nap right now.
Shelley Jackson's INERADICABLE STAIN : SKIN PROJECT
This... is fascinating. I want to do it, sort of.
Becoming a Word
is someone's account of participating...
Domestic Medicine - Appendix - Preparations
"Candied Orange Peel.
Soak Seville orange-peel in several waters, till it loses its bitterness; then boil it in a solution of double refined sugar in water, till it becomes tender and transparent.
Candied lemon-peel is prepared in the same manner.
It is needless to add more of these preparations, as they belong rather to the art of the confectioner than that of the apothecary."