Soggy Swashbuckling Sundays
Ah, ’twas a lovely cold, rainy, gloomy Sunday in Banff. Instead of watching the softball final at the park, I stayed in and made cookies and watched the game from my living room window. Much better.
Oh, mamasita, the cookies.
Maybe the best cookies I’ve ever made – and they didn’t even have chocolate in them. They were nothing fancy, just good ‘ol oatmeal raisin, but so soft and crispy and gooey. I halved the recipe, so maybe I put in too much butter… I must’ve done something wrong for them to turn out so tasty. Really though. The recipe made about a dozen cookies, and a day later there are only two left. I may distract Chris and sneak into the bathroom and eat them later.
So, as the afternoon wore on, a little cuppa tea, snacks and short stories from Awkward Press filled the gap while waiting for Mad Men to start. My new friend Heather (don’t you love meeting internet friends? I do!) has a great short story in this issue about pirates overtaking an office. It was a great story, the type that makes you wish you could be a better writer. And also work in an office with more surly, rum-toting coworkers.
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I think Nick Hornby would approve of finishing this book in two days. Two days that included a full day of work, a hockey game on CBC and a day spent skiing. Actually, not much of the day was spent skiing as I spent almost two hours in the lodge reading over lunch.
Shakespeare Wrote for Money is a collection of Hornby’s articles for The Believer magazine. We’re given a list of the books he has purchased and read every month (which, as for so many of us, the books-bought list often surpasses the books-read list) with topics that are entertainingly all over the map, along with his thoughts on them, what he was doing while reading, and so on. It’s a bit like a better version of this site, as read to you by John Cusack. sigh.
The book also has a lovingly biting intro by Sarah Vowell. Vowell is the author of Assasination Vacation, a book that I haven’t yet read (for fear that I might not know nearly enough US history to fully get it). But it’s on my to-do list for when I cross the US in a winnebago one day. One day…
While visiting Analog, Banff’s new used book store, this afternoon I picked up The Road, by Cormac Mccarthy. Hornby describes it (about a father and son team wandering around an apacalyptic world finding things like babies on barbeques) as “one of the most miserable books ever written.” And it’s won the pulitzer prize? Sold!
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