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ellarienI had half a dozen things I wanted to post this weekend, but now that LJ seems to be running smoothly again, I'm too tired to go on about index cards or Linux desktops or Tim Powers or how I didn't become a writer or even my controlled splurge at the bookstore yesterday. I'm slightly alarmed at how much I missed LJ while it was gone, and seriously considering buying some paid time, if only to contribute a little to those UPSs.
I picked up a copy of Moby Dick from the grocery store rack of cheap DVDs this afternoon. Let's just say that I have a soft spot for Gregory Peck and am downright fangirlish about Richard Basehart, so this is a happy thing. (It's also nice to have groceries; I was getting tired of cereal-and-water breakfasts.) What I actually watched this evening was 84 Charing Cross Road on cable, which provoked the immediate thought that it could never happen in these days of Amazon and bookfinder.com, and also jogged some memories -- not only of London. Some of the British interiors reminded me a lot of my grandparents' houses. One scene had a mirror hanging from a picture rail -- a big frameless mirror with a shaped, bevelled edge, exactly like the one in Grandma's living room. The postwar bleakness and hardship was over before I was born, but my mother grew up with rationing and I still sometimes find myself looking at an American sandwich and thinking, 'That's a week's meat and cheese ration.'
I picked up a copy of Moby Dick from the grocery store rack of cheap DVDs this afternoon. Let's just say that I have a soft spot for Gregory Peck and am downright fangirlish about Richard Basehart, so this is a happy thing. (It's also nice to have groceries; I was getting tired of cereal-and-water breakfasts.) What I actually watched this evening was 84 Charing Cross Road on cable, which provoked the immediate thought that it could never happen in these days of Amazon and bookfinder.com, and also jogged some memories -- not only of London. Some of the British interiors reminded me a lot of my grandparents' houses. One scene had a mirror hanging from a picture rail -- a big frameless mirror with a shaped, bevelled edge, exactly like the one in Grandma's living room. The postwar bleakness and hardship was over before I was born, but my mother grew up with rationing and I still sometimes find myself looking at an American sandwich and thinking, 'That's a week's meat and cheese ration.'
