Rants & Roars
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Wednesday, November 27, 2002 Blind dates, they can kill you. Or at least in the case of my mother bring on an epileptic fit. My parents are currently trying to set up two single friends of theirs on a blind date and this has led to much discussion in our household on the subject. I've never actually been on one and after the second-hand stories I've heard from friends I shudder to even consider it. My mother revealed that on the one and only blind date she's ever gone on, in desperation she faked an epileptic fit in order to bring it to an abrupt, premature end. She started a tremblin' and a shakin' - it took five guys to carry her from the car to the house. All the while she was gasping, "my pills, my pills." The poor guy though. If the date was bad for her, think of the absolute disaster it must have seemed to him. I can just imagine him sitting around with his cronies saying," Jesus Murphy guys, I went on the worst goddamn date of my life last night. Fucking chick had an epileptic seizure. Too bad, because I was this close to getting down her pants..." posted by Cherine | 11:31 PM Tuesday, November 26, 2002 In the reading room: At the very least, the anti-depressants have brought back my powers of concentration and I'm reading like one who's been starved for the written word. I've currently got five books on the go. Picked up Alice Munro's Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage at Chapter's on the weekend. Munro never disappoints; every story is a marvel. Also dusted off the shelf one of my Mom's book club selections - Wilkie Collin's The Woman in White. It's been a while since I read a good 'ole Victorian thriller. Trying to read the new Tim Wynveen book, Sweeter Life, in order to do a review of it for Owl's Nest and possibly for Alex's CJSW program as well, but can't seem to get into the darned thing. Usually I rip through his books like a house on fire but this one's dragging a bit. If I could just find a few hours of uninterrupted time I would probably fall into it. Finally, I'm making my way (very slowly) through a sort of "self-help" book called I Could Do Anything if Only I Knew What it Was. The therapist has recommended this one. It's a strange sort of experience reading "self-help" books. On one level I scoff at the things as being a generic sort of therapy - they're too much like the horoscopes in the paper, so universally applicable to every situation that they really don't tell you much of anything. But I suppose these books do offer the same sort of comfort (or warnings) as horoscopes, and sometimes there is some inspiration to be had. I'm on Chapter One. Oh yeah, and one more book - The Notebooks (Michelle Berry & Natalee Caple, eds.) - it's modeled after the Paris Review and features interviews with and short fiction from seventeen young Canadian Writers. Just nominated by The Globe and Mail as one of its Top 100 books of the year, so far it's been a fascinating read. I picked it up in the hopes that it would inspire me to do some writing of my own. So far my favourite excerpt has probably been Eden Robinson who wrote about a woman who murders. Eden, in her interview, talks about how she's into the "horror thing" and how she was heavily influenced by Stephen King when she was a kid. She would buy three copies of every one of his books: a "perfect copy" with spine intact that she would never touch; a copy that she could read in the tub, etc.; and a third one for you know, just in case. posted by Cherine | 11:19 PM |
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