Hibernaculum
[ hahy-ber-nak-yuh-luhm ]
noun
winter quarters, as of a hibernating animal
Yeah, sure, that's a noun but Imma verb that sucker. Why? I may not be spending the whole winter laying dormant BUT, particularly after this coming Friday, I won't be leaving Valhalla's cozy confines much.
I’m, more or less in prep mode. Granted, with Ten, Jen and the rest of my brill crew here, I don’t honestly need to do much. I’ll clean (ok…as much as I ever do) and launderize, organize (pile ‘o’ must read books by the bed, clear med cab space for post surgical magic pills, lay in a stock of fave, guilty pleasure food), start a new painting (something to contemplate and focus on when I find myself stone awake at 2 AM, without Ten by my side, in the hospital room), get an extra, wickedly short haircut so’s my bunny fur has a fighting chance to grow out half-assed evenly.
I’m also making a valiant endeavor to remain calm by NOT paying attention to the news. Yeah, that’s already a big, fat fail. Of course it is – we’re living in a time of utter madness, where a day doesn’t go by without crimes against humanity and the planet perpetuated by the Grifter in Chief, his Republi/Fascist lapdogs and cult of violent worshippers.
What I’m gonna do here is manage my reading. I’ll only scan the headlines at WaPo, HuffPo and The Guardian. As for my usual blogs, of course I’ll read and savor in full Shower Cap’s informative and snarktastic next post as well as my sweetie's Homeless in the High Desert. That’s IT though. Rage rockin’ is not a good scheme for refreshing moi or making me all seize-the-day, bushy-tailed and shit.
Dunno how long the recovery phase of this next adventure will last. Couple months maybe? Hopefully Hairplug Hitler can hold off on fulfilling the evangelical's wet dreams of Armageddon. I'd just hate to miss seeing their shock and sads when passed over at the big rapturing.
I’ll need amusing and/or rabidly absorbing, diverting sci fi novels. But what?
I haven’t previously read Catherynne M. Valente but Space Opera sure looks like a big hoot. Also, Deathless – who wouldn’t be intrigued by Stalinist house elves? I mean rilly now.
I’m drawn to Jeff VanderMeer who the New Yorker, in reviewing his Southern Reach trilogy, was inspired to describe as “the weird Thoreau.”
Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology looks good. I love stories that meld ancient myth with the here and now. I wonder if I still have Marie Phillips’ Gods Behaving Badly. THAT was a total honey romp and an excellent candidate for a reread.
I love A. Lee Martinez and found one I’ve, amazingly, not read yet – Emperor Mollusk versus The Sinister Brain. MUST remedy this.
Mebbe Eric Idle’s The Road to Mars ?
Obvs I gotta visit the Thomas Crane Library and do some digging. If they don't have 'em on hand I'll put in requests. I LURVS me some Thomas Crane!
[ hahy-ber-nak-yuh-luhm ]
noun
winter quarters, as of a hibernating animal
Yeah, sure, that's a noun but Imma verb that sucker. Why? I may not be spending the whole winter laying dormant BUT, particularly after this coming Friday, I won't be leaving Valhalla's cozy confines much.
I’m, more or less in prep mode. Granted, with Ten, Jen and the rest of my brill crew here, I don’t honestly need to do much. I’ll clean (ok…as much as I ever do) and launderize, organize (pile ‘o’ must read books by the bed, clear med cab space for post surgical magic pills, lay in a stock of fave, guilty pleasure food), start a new painting (something to contemplate and focus on when I find myself stone awake at 2 AM, without Ten by my side, in the hospital room), get an extra, wickedly short haircut so’s my bunny fur has a fighting chance to grow out half-assed evenly.
I’m also making a valiant endeavor to remain calm by NOT paying attention to the news. Yeah, that’s already a big, fat fail. Of course it is – we’re living in a time of utter madness, where a day doesn’t go by without crimes against humanity and the planet perpetuated by the Grifter in Chief, his Republi/Fascist lapdogs and cult of violent worshippers.
What I’m gonna do here is manage my reading. I’ll only scan the headlines at WaPo, HuffPo and The Guardian. As for my usual blogs, of course I’ll read and savor in full Shower Cap’s informative and snarktastic next post as well as my sweetie's Homeless in the High Desert. That’s IT though. Rage rockin’ is not a good scheme for refreshing moi or making me all seize-the-day, bushy-tailed and shit.
Dunno how long the recovery phase of this next adventure will last. Couple months maybe? Hopefully Hairplug Hitler can hold off on fulfilling the evangelical's wet dreams of Armageddon. I'd just hate to miss seeing their shock and sads when passed over at the big rapturing.
I’ll need amusing and/or rabidly absorbing, diverting sci fi novels. But what?
I haven’t previously read Catherynne M. Valente but Space Opera sure looks like a big hoot. Also, Deathless – who wouldn’t be intrigued by Stalinist house elves? I mean rilly now.
I’m drawn to Jeff VanderMeer who the New Yorker, in reviewing his Southern Reach trilogy, was inspired to describe as “the weird Thoreau.”
Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology looks good. I love stories that meld ancient myth with the here and now. I wonder if I still have Marie Phillips’ Gods Behaving Badly. THAT was a total honey romp and an excellent candidate for a reread.
I love A. Lee Martinez and found one I’ve, amazingly, not read yet – Emperor Mollusk versus The Sinister Brain. MUST remedy this.
Mebbe Eric Idle’s The Road to Mars ?
Obvs I gotta visit the Thomas Crane Library and do some digging. If they don't have 'em on hand I'll put in requests. I LURVS me some Thomas Crane!
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