good friday five questions
Yeah, they're late but I wanted to answer them anyway:
1. What were your favorite childhood stories? Goodnight Moon, The Runaway Bunny…there's one book that I've been trying to remember the name of but it's been eluding me…Miss Rumphius or something similar…another favorite was this old book of my mother's called Little Black Sambo. I was looking at it the other day and marvelling at how much I liked it when I was little. It's seriously the most racist children's book I've ever seen.
2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children? Goodnight Moon and the Runaway Bunny are current favorites with my son. I'm sure that I have a lot more children's books packed away that I would like to share with him…although probably not Little Black Sambo…perhaps only for educational purposes.
3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything? Yep. Goodnight Moon and the Runaway Bunny, since they're both by Margaret Wise Brown, share characters and some scenery details that are really cool. I've also been able to look at them from an English major's point of view and have been very surprised by their metaphors. I'm also surprised at how easily I cry when reading the Runaway Bunny. With Little Black Sambo, like I said before, I'm surprised that my mom let me enjoy such a racist book.
4. How old were you when you first learned to read? I think I was four. The earliest concious memory that I have of reading is sitting at the coffee table in my living room with my friend Anthony and reading these Smurfs books. Half of it I was making up by looking at the pictures and interpreting it my own way, half of it I was actually reading.
5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you? I'm not sure what's meant by “grown-up.” Like with chapters and junk? I started reading tons of young adult books when I was around 9 or 10. At my little Catholic school we had a yearly book fair and I can remember buying a bunch of melodramatic 150-page novels geared toward pre-teens with horrible titles like, “13 Is Too Young to Die” and “Too Young to Die” and “Totally Way Too Young to Die” and “Megan the Klutz.” They were always about teens with cancer or in car wrecks or social misfits…stuff I could relate to…yeah.
Anyway, actual post portion…
The good: My mom got her new car today, the Honda Civic. Nothing fancy but a very nice little car. I think it's going to be a fun drive. 29 mpg in the city. Not too shabby.
Went to my doctor's this morning to discuss different birth control options. I'm pretty much sold on the IUD. I'm almost certain that my insurance isn't going to cover any kind of contraception, and in the long run the IUD is less than half the price of buying pills every month so I'm just going to try to hook up some kind of reasonable payment plan…put my IUD on layaway. kidding. My mom, however, is certain that I'll get some kind of horrible disease and have to have my vagina amputated. In her day, IUDs caused all sorts of trouble (I know that from when I used to sneak in chapters of her copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves when I was little…hee!). But they're supposed to be the bomb now. And I don't know nothing about birthin' no babies.
Last night the boyfriend and I watched Waking Life, which I liked. Linklater's flicks sometimes get on my nerves because I have this sneaking suspicion that he failed his existentialism classes in college and is just writing out of his ass. But it was cool to watch if nothing else.
I finally got a piece written for www.wintermittens.com which is a huge relief…and the CD that I reviewed was really good, too. score.
The bad:
I taught the baby a new word: shit.
I gained two pounds. fuckety fucking fuck. No, I'm not getting all ballerina on you guys it's just annoying. I have to get back on track, I've been kind of slacking the past week and a half.
Uhhh, I'm having a sneezing fit and need to go.
'Til Tuesday
ha.
