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It's a sandwich the size of forever
May. 27th, 2010 10:24 pmI just realized why I was not supposed to get much sleep last night. I was reading Fark when I came across a PvP comic referencing something I'd only read less than 24 hours ago.
I tutor a friend of mine's son. In theory I'm teaching him calculus. In reality he doesn't need a tutor and I just come over to riff for a while. Oh, and I've lent him a bunch of good books -- the Fagles translations of the Iliad and the Odyssey, The History of Narrative Film (a textbook the size of a 1980s phone book with an amazing amount of stuff), et cetera.
Last week he lent me a copy of The Watchmen. Yes, I'm a geek born in the Seventies and I had never read it. I haven't seen the flick either. I wasn't interested in comic books back in the Eighties because my parents had some old Zap issues and they made the stuff in the shops look antediluvian. I had enough bullies in my life -- I was looking forward to smoking dope!
I tried to go to bed early last night. I knew I had a busy day of catching up to do today. Instead I was so full of anxiety that I couldn't sleep and I wound up reading. I got through the part where Dr Manhattan (the blue guy that somehow wins the Vietnam War, but more on that later) is pining in his tent up on Mars. He's so into his pining that he has to lift his tent from the sand as if he were Superman in the Arctic to get out from a meteor shower.
The not-so-good doctor is having a Billy Pilgrim moment. He is unstuck in time and reliving his human life, disintegration, reintegration, messed up sex life and failure to cope with the tabloid press. ( Rant about foreign entanglements that I typed so I'd never think about it again... )
Doctor Manhattan is a decent knock-off of many other ideas. I'm hoping I get more out of his character as I keep reading. Don't give it away for me, eh?
-ready to resume typing emails, Ps/d
I tutor a friend of mine's son. In theory I'm teaching him calculus. In reality he doesn't need a tutor and I just come over to riff for a while. Oh, and I've lent him a bunch of good books -- the Fagles translations of the Iliad and the Odyssey, The History of Narrative Film (a textbook the size of a 1980s phone book with an amazing amount of stuff), et cetera.
Last week he lent me a copy of The Watchmen. Yes, I'm a geek born in the Seventies and I had never read it. I haven't seen the flick either. I wasn't interested in comic books back in the Eighties because my parents had some old Zap issues and they made the stuff in the shops look antediluvian. I had enough bullies in my life -- I was looking forward to smoking dope!
I tried to go to bed early last night. I knew I had a busy day of catching up to do today. Instead I was so full of anxiety that I couldn't sleep and I wound up reading. I got through the part where Dr Manhattan (the blue guy that somehow wins the Vietnam War, but more on that later) is pining in his tent up on Mars. He's so into his pining that he has to lift his tent from the sand as if he were Superman in the Arctic to get out from a meteor shower.
The not-so-good doctor is having a Billy Pilgrim moment. He is unstuck in time and reliving his human life, disintegration, reintegration, messed up sex life and failure to cope with the tabloid press. ( Rant about foreign entanglements that I typed so I'd never think about it again... )
Doctor Manhattan is a decent knock-off of many other ideas. I'm hoping I get more out of his character as I keep reading. Don't give it away for me, eh?
-ready to resume typing emails, Ps/d
