I love cherry-flavored Gaviscon. That's another weird thing to add to the list in the previous post.
Uneventful day on the whole. Finished some transcript requests, registered (and forked over $90) for the Nashville conference, and worked on some minor grammatical revisions for my thesis proposal. T-minus 3 days until defense time. Graduate Director apparently really liked my proposal. Another weight off the shoulders.
Now I'm wrapped up in my electric blanket reading the last novella in The New York Trilogy. Breathe easy, T. I'm almost done. I love this book.
A good couple of lines:
The beautiful Sophie delicately put the baby down on the floor, gave me a great hug of thanks, and then kissed me on the cheek. For a moment I thought she was goin to cry, but the moment passed and there were no tears. Then I hauled the two suitcases slowly down the stairs and onto the street. Together, they were as heavy as a man.
Now, what makes this passage particularly lovely and extraordinary is the very last sentence. Auster is referring to suitcases filled with the work of a writer--unpublished--who has disappeared. His wife entrusts her husband's work to his formerly close friend to whom he hasn't spoken in years but who he thought of as his only true friend. The idea that the weight of his life could be kept in two suitcases is at once poetic and tragic--but it's oddly appealing that perhaps he'll live on in some way through his work. But Auster is rarely that kind to his characters, so we'll see how it goes. 100 pages left.
Watching: Ed Norton on Leno....rawwwr!
P.S. I had the loveliest dream last night. I was dating Dave Grohl and he was terribly down to earth and was kind enough to let me shack up in his very large house.