Dancing Around the Four Sides

And so far it's about like February -- sunny and warm, things turning green.

We made bread yesterday -- wheat and white, with golden syrup for sweetness and half-cups of ten-grain, bulgur, pepitas, and, this time, rolled oats. It made the whole house smell so good while it was baking, and we had some for toast this morning and it was OMG DELICIOUS. :D

Today was bread day -- we baked two lovely loaves, a mix of whole wheat and all-purpose white, along with 10-grain cereal, sunflower seeds, and honey.

Read Joe Hill's 20th Century Ghosts, which I recommend wholeheartedly to anyone interested in GENUINELY SCARY STORIES. Holy crap, some of these stories are just terrifying. I loved it.

Watched Jean-Luc Godard's Breathless the other night. I'd never seen it and thought I should. I liked it -- good god, Jean-Paul Belmondo was so young and tough, and Jean Seberg was so beautiful. Still, when it ended, I was kind of like "Well, okay." So now I've seen it. *g*

I'm still working on Alaska II. :D

Baking bread today, dough is in a warm oven for its first rising. This time used blackstrap molasses, 10-grain, and pepitas.

Watched the documentary Searching for Sugar Man last night and really enjoyed it. Also started Barbara Kingsolver's Flight Behavior.

Oh my god, Doctor Who was amazing. Wow.

Baked bread today -- two whole wheat/unbleached all-purpose loaves with 10-grain cereal and lovely nutty pepitas this time instead of sunflower seeds.

Beautiful day -- I think the high was 82 (27.8 degrees Celsius). A cold front coming through tonight will drop the temps back into the 50s, so we seized the opportunity today to make bread. Two gorgeous loaves, mixed wheat and all-purpose white flour, with sunflower seeds and a little cane syrup for sweetness. The house smells wonderful.

Finished Jo Walton's Among Others, and ... well. Hello there, Unreliable Narrator. In the end, I'm not sure what the actual point of the novel was. I understand it's supposed to be a Coming of Age story, and that it's a figurative valentine to science fiction and fantasy and to the power of the written word (in the form of books) to provide an outlet for lonely, alienated kids. Maybe it's because I never felt that close to the narrator, even though it's in first-person POV. I couldn't connect with her, and Walton muddied things just enough for me to doubt what I was hearing -- hence the Unreliable Narrator. I recommend "Just Karen"'s review on Amazon for an excellent take on this book. Among Others is beautifully written but it left me utterly cold.

So. On to something new then. And for a great example of an unreliable narrator, I highly recommend John Lanchester's The Debt to Pleasure.