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Sep. 14th, 2004 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThanks to OfficialGaiman for this year's poster for the New York Is Book Country celebration, mere weeks from now and 20,000 leagues down the Thruway:
http://members.aol.com/ndanger3di/nyibc.art
A little on the Goth side, perhaps, but I suppose even the trenchcoat Mafia has summer reading requirements.
I've never been to NYIBC, oddly enough, despite always looking for the display of the year's poster in the New Yorker. I was so enthralled by the 1991 edition- King Kong with reading glasses on, atop the Empire State Building reading "The Apes of Wrath"- that I made a detour on a court trip to the New York Public Library bookshop to bring one home. It's still framed and displayed in our hallway.
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Emily had her confirmation class orientation last night.
For those who have missed my spiritual writings among the assorted lightning strikes: I hadn't set foot in that church in a good two years. My overt churchiness tends to take long ebbs after long flows. It was very important to me in high school, totally absent from my life for the next seven years of schooling, returned for all of our Rochester days and about half of our time back here, and then,... meh. The few couples our age we felt connected to all moved. The clergy came and went like women speaking of Michaelangelo in an Eliot poem. And somewhere in all that I got lost again.
Not sure if I'm back. By no means am I driving this bus to heaven (having already guaranteed the reservation at the other place for the first night- nice room in the Nixon Wing, overlooking the Muck Pit and a comfortable distance from the Bobby Goldsboro concert), but I've told Emily if it's something she wants to explore and commit to, I'll take her as far with it as she's willing and wanting to go. Even if it means dressing up for church once a week for nine months.
Stay tuned to see how long this lasts.
http://members.aol.com/ndanger3di/nyibc.art
A little on the Goth side, perhaps, but I suppose even the trenchcoat Mafia has summer reading requirements.
I've never been to NYIBC, oddly enough, despite always looking for the display of the year's poster in the New Yorker. I was so enthralled by the 1991 edition- King Kong with reading glasses on, atop the Empire State Building reading "The Apes of Wrath"- that I made a detour on a court trip to the New York Public Library bookshop to bring one home. It's still framed and displayed in our hallway.
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Emily had her confirmation class orientation last night.
For those who have missed my spiritual writings among the assorted lightning strikes: I hadn't set foot in that church in a good two years. My overt churchiness tends to take long ebbs after long flows. It was very important to me in high school, totally absent from my life for the next seven years of schooling, returned for all of our Rochester days and about half of our time back here, and then,... meh. The few couples our age we felt connected to all moved. The clergy came and went like women speaking of Michaelangelo in an Eliot poem. And somewhere in all that I got lost again.
Not sure if I'm back. By no means am I driving this bus to heaven (having already guaranteed the reservation at the other place for the first night- nice room in the Nixon Wing, overlooking the Muck Pit and a comfortable distance from the Bobby Goldsboro concert), but I've told Emily if it's something she wants to explore and commit to, I'll take her as far with it as she's willing and wanting to go. Even if it means dressing up for church once a week for nine months.
Stay tuned to see how long this lasts.
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Date: 2004-09-14 04:56 am (UTC)::shudder::
Well, I hope she finds what she's looking for.
(It's so strange when they're old enough to start making these decisions for themselves, isn't it?)