I had completely forgotten that Charles Baxter’s The Feast of Love is going to be a movie. Meg and I read this book aloud to each other when we first started dating. “Hey Ya!” is our song, Lost in Translation is our movie, and Feast of Love is our book. We’ve also met Charles Baxter, who was really fantastic, but assured us that we were not the first couple to declare that the book had brought them together — people have actually read from it at their wedding. I really hope the filmmakers don’t screw it up…
GENEALOGY
AND NOW I WILL PUBLICLY DECLARE MY LOVE FOR HARRY POTTER
I used to be a snob about the Harry Potter books. Meg devours them. She talked me into reading the first two, but I got sick of #3 after 90 pages of [in bumbling British accent] “Harry remembered his first year at Hogwarts when the blah blah blah blah blah…” and gave up on the series. “I’ll go see the movies,” I said.
Loved the Azkaban movie, thought Goblet was good, and Phoenix even better. (I still think a perfect Harry Potter movie would be directed by John Hughes, and it’d just be two hours of Harry, Hermione, Ron and the gang stuck in detention and talking about sex.
Ron: She’s a tease.
Hermione: I’m sure. Why don’t you just forget it.
Ron: Oh, you’re a tease and you know it. All girls are teases.
Harry: She’s only a tease if what she does gets you hot.
Hermione: I don’t do anything.
Luna: That’s why you’re a tease.
Ha! Anyways, I finally pulled the corncob out of my ass and read book #6 this week. And I loved it. I let go of my snobbery and loved it. Can’t wait to read #7 this weekend.
For other great posts on Harry and the gang, check out Maureen’s thoughts about it being a post 9-11 fairy tale, and Eddie Campbell’s thoughts and links.
Oh, and if you care what Michiko thinks…
ROCKIN’ THE LOBSTER LOOK
First day of vacation, and I am burned. We’re down in sunny Pawley’s Island, South Carolina, where my mom and I have been going for over 15 years. I’m reading Harry Potter 6, drinking beer, eating way too much, and mooching somebody’s wi-fi connection. Life is good. A nice quiet before the storm of moving. Thinking about taking my watercolors to the beach tomorrow — if I do, maybe I’ll take some pictures and post them…
WHAT A WEEK
I’ve felt severe blogger’s guilt about not posting much new this week, so here are a couple scraps from a project I’ve been working on. I’m stranded at a library in Coventry, and I seem to have misplaced my Wacom pen, so I can’t complete the other two caricatures. (Not on the computer, anyways.)
This week I’ve had three phone interviews**, a busted radiator and bad ball joints on my car (there goes a paycheck), an album cover I’ve been trying to finish for Hawkline, and I’ve been going to work. Not a whole lot of time to blog.
If you wanted to, you could check out my Google Shared Items, which is pretty much like another blog without my commentary.
Next week we’re at the beach. I’m going to try my best not to blog from there. We’ll see.
**I can’t really complain about having three job interviews in three days. At the end of all this job search madness, I’m going to write a nice long blog post about any wisdom I’ve gleaned from the process. I will tell you the one thing I’ve learned this week: you have to be yourself. The interview process is a lot like dating: if you get into a relationship being someone you’re not, it’s not gonna work out in the long run. Have the faith that you’re a great mind, a great bargain, and a great person, most importantly.
Thus ends my public service announcement.
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