June 6th, 2003


book report, or, depression in perspective.

Now that I have a 45 minute commute each way, I've been listening to unabridged books on tape again. The verb I use for consuming literature in this way is "Heeding" (hearing + reading), since at least 2 people have chastised me that I'm not really "reading" the books. I feel like I'm paying as much attention to the words by hearing them as I would by looking at them, but that's not really the point of this post.

I'm catching up on a lot of things I'd always meant to read, but hadn't. No real reading plan, as the selection at my library is, um, eclectic. The two first things I read had a strange synchronicity about them that made me think about my own bouts of despair 'n' depression.

"Night" by Elie Wiesel is the memoir of a survivor of both Auschwitz and Buchenwald. When he was 15 in 1944, all the Jews in his town were rounded up, relocated to a ghetto, and soon sent by trains to concentration camps. Elie lives with his father for a year in the camps (until the liberation by American troops in 1945). His mother and 3 sisters are separated from him and his father upon arrival at the camps, and he has no way to know whether any of them will stay alive or not.

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    eno- taking tiger mtn.

hot in herre

it's in the 90's today here in seattle. This is uncommon and people on the local news are commenting about how hot it is. As a former southerner, I almost wish that instead of being home on my day off assembling record shelves, I was somewhere outside where I could have a bit of schadenfreude. Okay you wimpy Puget Sounders, spend 24 consecutive Augusts in Louisiana, where the humid summer is like 3 endless months of being humped daily by a wet, clingy Labrador Retriever the moment you walk out your door, and THEN you can earn the right to judge when it's "hot".

That said, if it's this hot up here, my sympathy to anyone in Chicago. Texas, or south of the Mason Dixon Line, where it's probably 95 and then some. Remember; coconut popsicles are your friends! Yummmm..
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