Thursday, February 19, 2009

Authentic Jesus & the other JC (Julia Child)

On my way home from work, I noticed two odd things and felt I must diatribe.

First, saw not less than three teenagers wearing neon sneakers, like, bright pink, & green shoes. Why?

Second, a highway truck drove by with an artsy silouetted photo of a man in a sunset. It said in block lettering, "Authentic Jesus". Tell me, what kind of product is this truck delivering? I doubt that it has anything to do with the Moses action figure with part-the-Red-Sea arm motion. On merging lanes very tightly with another vehicle, I muttered, "Jesus" and then caught myself in a fit of the giggles when I added in a second, rather correcting voice, "No, Authentic Jesus". Anyway.

The woman at the library knows me by name and asks me if I have something on reserve just about everytime now. I know I visit every Thursday, but do you have to acknowledge the fact that we could practically sit down and eat a Sunday night dinner with the family? They do a good job and all, but I don't want to be closer to the librarian check out lady than to my Grandma.

Today was a non-fiction day, so plenty of new reviews coming this way. For the past week I've been "reading" Julie and Julia by Julie Powell. I quoted "Reading" because it's an audiobook and a lot of people don't count it because I don't have my face in a book. Well dammit, I might want to do something more productive while driving than listening to some crap put out by the am radio shows or whatever. I know it's not technically savoring my silent, concentration time with a novel, but I'm still experiencing the book and could write a report on the same book you're reading in some little corner while I'm hitting up some other stories on the side. That's right, I'm a book player. If I get bored with you, I cheat, and then will come crawling back when I've decided I do sort of appreciate some things about you and we'll you'll entertain me when there's no other book I'd like to spend my time with. Back to the audiobook. Read by the author, so it has tons of sarcasm and witty banter, much like I would like to narrate a story about my exploration of French cooking by-way-of Julia Child. I'm not doing that but she does in the book. I recommend it for a hip-non-thinking mood, perfect for an audiobook. It's supposed to be a movie sometime this year starring Amy Adams and Meryl Streep. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Speaking of food, I opened the door to my home and my crockpot had not caught fire during the day. Delicious roast awaits.

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