nightdog_barks: (Teddy and Bird)
Woke up this morning from an anxiety dream in which a couple of grocery store employees were demanding to see the credit cards in my wallet before I shopped because they thought I was Not My Real Name. I said I was My Real Name and was going to show them my American Express card, but then I saw I had two American Express cards, and I knew one was expired, but which one? Somehow this segued into me standing with a grocery cart inside the grocery -- a friend had been there (my BFF from high school), but she'd gone to buy a bottle of whiskey and I was alone, unsure what to do. :-P

Still discovering new aches and pains -- stretched and my abdominal muscles were SO SORE. Ouch. Today it is two weeks since my surgery. Somehow it feels longer.

Good stuff -- we are making a savarin sweet bread. Something new for us, but it's fun to experiment. :-)

Oh, and I've copied Letters of Transit to my DW (locked) to get it ready for posting to AO3. So, probably tonight sometime.


Nov. 18th, 2016 06:02 pm
nightdog_barks: (White Nautilus)
I dreamed last night that I was handed a guitar and told to either re-string it and/or play it. The problem? The guitar strings were a jumbled mess, like this, and they were thick, like pipe cleaners. I just awkwardly held the guitar, and the dream segued into something equally absurd. It was only after I woke up that I realized guitars are only supposed to have six (or, okay, twelve) strings.

About to start Colson Whitehead's The Underground Railroad.
nightdog_barks: Actor Tom Mix dressed as a cowboy (Movie Poster -- Tom Mix)
SO. I dreamed last night that I was sort of a groupie in the entourage of some famous woman science fiction writer (I have no idea who it was), and we ended up at the University of Wisconsin, which in my dream was like a huge open-air tent city out in the middle of nowhere. Even the public toilets were outdoors, WITH NO WALLS, and I was attempting to use the toilet without attracting too much attention. And nobody was really paying attention, but I was still nervous. BRAIN WHAT.

I don't even know. The weather here is beautiful, and we have Early Girl tomatoes, little green Romas and Patios, lovely long banana peppers and poblanos and Santa Fe Grandes. I am still reading Nell Painter's History of White People and it is pretty interesting.

I keep forgetting to say that I watched Laurie Anderson's Heart of a Dog on HBO the other night. I really liked it, but then I'm a Laurie Anderson fan. :D

Also I finally went ahead and ordered my own DVD copy of The Drop, since I keep watching it every time it turns up on a movie channel. It's become one of my favorite films -- I think it truly is a little gem.
nightdog_barks: Illustration of a young girl wearing a cat mask bandit-style (Mask Girl)
Had the weirdest dream early this morning in which I was talking to some kind of scientist/researcher (she was wearing a white lab coat, so she was legit?) who explained to me that we have weather in our brains, and that when a dream front comes through, we're actually dreaming different dreams at the same time in different parts of our brain.

What the what.
nightdog_barks: Illustration of a young girl wearing a cat mask bandit-style (Mask Girl)
I had the strangest dream last night, which I'm going to cut because come on, not everyone wants to read about other peoples' dreams.

Read more... )

Read Evie Wyld's All the Birds, Singing, and liked it a lot. Parallel storylines, going in different directions -- one in the present, one backwards. Kudos to Wyld for this excellent, innovative approach that she totally makes work. Also read Blake Bailey's The Splendid Things We Planned: A Family Portrait, which is nonfiction and is just terribly depressing. Right now I am reading Anthony Marra's A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, which so far is terrific.

Layla is growing like a weed. I am pecking away at glacial speed at a couple of Housefics.

That's all I've got for now.
nightdog_barks: Black and white photo of city buildings, with a large graffiti sign saying It Was All a Dream (Dream World)
1) It has warmed up again and gotten very humid, so I've had to close the windows and turn on the a/c. Bah, humbug.

2) ALMOST finished with Bone Clocks, and ... I'm not quite sure what to think of it. So far I like 90% of it and am rolling my eyes at the other 10%, and I think that might hold for the rest of the book. All I'll say right now is that David Mitchell cannot write an action scene to save his life.

3) I keep forgetting to mention that I watched Fanny and Alexander a couple of weeks ago and fell in love with it all over again. There are seriously not enough superlatives I can say about this film.

4) Watched Saving Mr. Banks the other night, and hm. In the end I didn't care for it because I don't think the film makers knew which story they wanted to tell. And I recognize that in the movie P.L. Travers is a deeply damaged person, but wow, was she unpleasant. Also it was just weird seeing Paul Giamatti being so ... perky and wholesome.

5) Sleep paralysis dreams are the worst. >:-P
nightdog_barks: (Bison)
1) You wouldn't know it's September by the weather. On the other hand, the Meyer lemon tree is blooming like crazy (wtf?) and our little tropical sapodilla tree has blooms on it (teeny tiny flowers) for the first time ever. So we'll see what happens there.

2) Watched The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, and ... I liked it marginally more than An Unexpected Journey? Still way too long, and I could still do without the pursuing Goblins story (it's not like the original story NEEDS more excitement, guys, Peter Jackson I'm looking at YOU). I did like Stephen Fry as the Master of Laketown and Ryan Gage as the smarmy Alfrid. Also I thought Smaug was terrific and that Martin Freeman absolutely nailed his scenes with the dragon, but the big action scenes were just ... too much of a muchness. In particular, I could picture the barrel escape as an amusement park ride, like the Log Flume at Six Flags. Maybe that was the point? IDK.

3) Started reading Doug Swanson's Blood Aces: The Wild Ride of Benny Binion, the Texas Gangster Who Created Vegas Poker, and so far (the first forty pages or so) it is a great read.

4) Dreamed last night that I was being followed through an airport by Vladimir Putin. Then there was a dreamswitch (as they do) and I was driving a car through the hallways of an apartment building. I was trying to leave little signs with fragments of poetry on them beside the doors, but I kept having to either back up or the doors were on the wrong side of the hallway. Okay then.

5) There should be a #5.
nightdog_barks: A man's eye looks out from a red frame something like a Ouija board (Trademark Eye)
So has anyone else ever been asleep and dreaming, and in the dream, you think you've had this dream before? I mean, on occasion I've had lucid dreams, where I've gradually become aware that I'm dreaming, and told myself rather sternly that I could wake up and stop the dream, but I don't think that I've ever remembered a dream within a dream. It's a very strange feeling.

Hot and ugh. Finished reading David Grann's Lost City of Z -- really enjoyed it and would recommend. Now reading Zia Haider Rahman's In the Light of What We Know, which so far is good, but rather dense and wordy.

Anyway. Hot flashes = crabby mood. >:-P


May. 5th, 2014 03:34 pm
nightdog_barks: (Sunflower)
Another warm and sunny day. Dreamed last night that a pair of mourning doves were raising a large family in a corner of our master bedroom, and by large I mean at least a dozen chicks as opposed to just one or two. They were remarkably tame, and when I picked up the mother bird to pet her, I saw that she had two rows of tiny teats on her feathered belly, like a mother dog with puppies. This seemed only slightly strange to me in my dream. SO IDK BRAIN.


Apr. 10th, 2014 04:08 pm
nightdog_barks: Illuminated manuscript white daisy on a gold leaf background (Flower white daisy)
So many domestic housely things to do today, and I am doing them, but very slowly. Sunny and windy and warm (not as windy as the other day, though). The Early Girls have lovely young tomatoes growing, and the Pink Caspians and Lemon Boys are blooming. The Black Princes are hanging back, it appears. :D

Reading Robert Hilburn's Johnny Cash: The Life, which so far is pretty good. I'm not a big-time fan of Cash, but I thought it looked interesting and so I got it.

Dreamed last night that Mister Nightdog and myself were living in the house I grew up in. It was night-time and I heard a noise, so I went outside to find a herd (a flock?) of goats, with Hispanic kids with rifles driving them somewhere. So, IDK, brain. The kids wouldn't talk to me and the goats just stared at me.

Back to housely stuff, I guess.


Apr. 6th, 2013 01:37 pm
nightdog_barks: (Anton Chekhov)
Sunny and warm. Dreamed early this morning that Gregory House was a 19th-century Russian doctor, exiled to Siberia because reasons, who had begun solving crimes in addition to doctoring. I didn't see Wilson but I'm sure he was there. WTF, brain.

Also, The Balance of Talon and Wing would make a great fic title. It's a line from Let the Great World Spin, which I am still reading and which is still excellent.


Nov. 27th, 2012 02:46 pm
nightdog_barks: (Curiouser)
Dreamed last night I was supposed to perform in a play -- but there was no script and we'd had no rehearsals, and I was trying to think if I could figure out a way to carry my book of the play onstage and just read from it or if I should pretend to be sick and go home. The play was by Shakespeare or Shaw -- something you couldn't really fake your way through, and the book was a weighty leather-bound "collected works of" kind of thing with tissue-thin pages and tiny, tiny print. NO ONE ELSE SEEMED BOTHERED BY THIS.

Also, via Xeni Jardin, researchers find physiological evidence of chemobrain. Fuck, I could've told 'em that. :D

Cool and sunny today, not a cloud in the sky. Finished Tony Horwitz's Midnight Rising last night; two thumbs up although I would recommend some of his more general-history books (A Voyage Long and Strange, Confederates In the Attic) over this one. But. Now I get to pick up something else to read. \o/


Aug. 14th, 2012 02:17 pm
nightdog_barks: (Sunflower)
So do you ever start reading one thing, and then it leads you to another, and then you pretty much just disappear down the rabbit hole? That's what happened yesterday, and I stayed up WAY TOO LATE (like 2 a.m.?) reading about ... airplane crashes. Which makes no sense because I am not even working on anything at the moment that involves a PLANE CRASH. And when I finally went to bed and fell asleep, I dreamed about a Greek family named Katsigis (or something like that) moving into a weird old house and never being seen again (they left behind a tapestry of the Rocky Mountains with their name in the corner), and then there was a dinner party and a jazz band conducted by Hugh Laurie, with Neil Patrick Harris on trumpet. BRAIN, WHAT.

Anyway. Need to do more housely stuff. Hope folks are having a good Tuesday. :D


Nov. 12th, 2011 02:12 pm
nightdog_barks: (Puppy Toss)
Sunny, warm and windy. 70 degrees (21.1 degrees Celsius), have the back door and some of the windows open.

Keep forgetting to mention that the other night I dreamed [personal profile] topaz_eyes and I were ... cleaning out a refrigerator. Which had clear glass shelves, and all the food in the fridge was in clear plastic containers. Also, we were teasing a guy who was there (what guy?), named John O'Brien (who's he?). Brain, IDEK.


Jun. 24th, 2011 11:22 am
nightdog_barks: (House and Wilson in Therapy)
Dreamed last night that I watched the Season 8 opener of House. The series had moved to the cable channel Showtime, and House had moved to Australia. Or New Zealand, I'm not sure which (sorry, Aussies and Kiwis on my f-list). Anyway, he had become a bike messenger (as in bicycle, yes, I know) and an artist. He had a girlfriend, although I never saw her, and he gave her a fire opal pendant. Also he sent a painting to Wilson, who was apparently still in New Jersey. And, this being Showtime, there was a full-frontal shot of House's wang. Which, may I say, is a very nice wang. I am not making any of this up; my subconscious was. IDEK, chiclets.

So. Need to go to the grocery store today. I'd much rather go to Australia. Or New Zealand. :-D


Apr. 3rd, 2011 12:26 pm
nightdog_barks: (Flower Red Daylily by Mary Delany)
Bright sun, warm and windy. Took a long time to go to sleep last night, and when I finally did I was graced with a seemingly endless dream about shopping in an enormous warehouse-type grocery store while being exhorted by Mr. N's family and my own to buy Life breakfast cereal because it was on sale for a dollar. The problem was, I needed to find the in-store ad that said it was on sale for $1, and I was running (literally) all over the store to find it. Oh, and did I mention the dead elephant in the wading pool?

So. Mr. N wants to go to Lowe's today to get some flowers (geraniums, I imagine) to go in the big containers on our front porch, so we'll probably do that. At least they don't carry breakfast cereal. Or elephants.


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