Tuesday, April 27
I had the greatest NYC dream the other night. Much, much better than my recurring dream where I find a new, previously unknown room in my apartment – I have that real estate dream all the time, and I know other people who do, too. That’s a great dream, right until you wake up.
No, in this dream, I was in a cab. And even though the cab driver asked for directions, I played with my phone instead. So far, so realistic. The cab made it onto my block – maybe even my own corner – so I felt done with the direction-giving and fell asleep in the backseat. When I woke up, we were on a wide deserted 4-lane highway, no longer in the city. “Where are we?” I groggily asked the cab driver & J, who’d joined us in the cab through dream magic.
And then I realized we were in Far Rockaway, because I’d told my driver to drive straight, and -- dream logic! -- if you do that, you’ll wind up in Far Rockaway. The road we were on stretched to the infinity point where shore meets sky. It was a road to nowhere; there was no land on any side of our taxi.
Because of global warming, the water was particularly high, and waves arched over, and crashed into, the highway like dissolving rainbows. It was beautiful. I had this overwhelming feeling that the three of us: me, J, and the cabbie, could stay there forever, watching the waves crash onto the highway.
I’m just realizing that in this dream, instead of finding a new room, I found a new part of NYC. Because although in my dream I was certain this was Far Rockaway, in reality, I've been there: this was no Far Rockaway. I sincerely hope this isn’t an accidentally revealing dream, inadvertently sharing you everything I wanted to keep secret about my inner-self. It was just the prettiest, most visually arresting dream I’ve ever had, and for weeks, I’ve been thinking about the road's lonely beauty.
Tuesday, April 20
This is list is somewhat in order of reading.
- Misconception - Ryan Boudinot - library - to be fully honest, I took this book out of the library because of it's squarish shape, neither mass market or trade. I worried it might be too twee, or obnoxiously post-modern. But I mostly liked it! The book was about the flaws of memory, ownership of stories, and what happens when good intentions lead to tragic results. I'm linking to a negative review, but I liked it more than the reviewer did.
- In Defense of Food - Michael Pollan - bought at Unnameable - I can't say that I found a lot new in this book, maybe because I've read Pollan a bunch in the NYT mag, or maybe because these messages about food are becoming more and more wide-spread. That's not to say it was bad.
- The Scenic Route - Bonnie Kirshenbaum - bought somewhere? - Quirky. Funny. The (vegetarian!) narrator journeys with a lover throughout Europe (choosing destinations randomly) telling stories of the near and far past.
- Motor Mouth - Janet Evanovich - library - I can't remember what this was about, only that I got the giggles toward the end of the book, and that I read on a cold Sunday, while J played video games.
- Paper Towns - John Green - library - sometimes I shake things up, and read YA.
- Mom Among the Liars - church book sale - I bought this mostly out of nostalgia. I'm pretty sure I read another book in this mystery series when I was in high school. And, the book was only 25 cents or something.
- The Scarecrow - library - Michael Connelly - all I can remember is that something Law & Order: SVU-style gross happened to a female character. If I'd known, I wouldn't have read it.
- The Help - Kathryn Stockett - library - I raced through this book. It is, just like every review says, the perfect book club book. I found it problematic, but in interesting & well-intentioned ways. The dialect made me uncomfortable, particularly at the start of the book.