Lunch weirdness

I must say that of late, the whole blogging thing is getting a bit old for me. It’s probably because I don’t get out much and so figure I have nothing much interesting to recount. For instance, since I work at home, my typical day consists of getting up, eating breakfast, doing some translation, making supper, fiddling around until bedtime, repeat. Occasionally, I go to a rehearsal in the evening, and a few times a year, I play an actual concert.

But this afternoon, I have something to report that might just interest my reader. (Disclaimer: if you have a sensitive stomach, stop reading here.) The larder is bare, so lunch today called for some serious scrounging. Here’s what I’m having (as I write this, in fact). Three pieces of pannetone sliced like bread, topped with mayo and smoked halibut on one slice and sardines in tomato sauce and cheese on the other two. Even I—he of the cast-iron stomach, Ranger the human vacuum—think that’s strange, and I’m pretty sure it is by just about any standard. But hey, if you’re hungry… Actually it’s not that bad; the sweetness of the bread and the smoke flavour are surprisingly good. I haven’t got to the sardines yet, so I may change my tune in a mouthful or two.

Ranger, god of dreams

Morpheus


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??



Actually, I'm kind of happy about this. I usually hate the outcomes of these little schemes, but this is pretty close to me (especially the imaginative and smart bit ;-)

OK, I've been away for a bit. My grandfather's on his deathbed (again... he keeps surprising us, but I doubt it will be long now), so I had to fly out west to be with the family. But I'm back now, surfing a new machine, and ready to go. So let's start with the stick.

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
OK, I still don't get this question, but I'm going to say Homer's Iliad the way it was meant to be--memorized (OK, maybe as an audiobook).

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Big time. Hardy's heroines Bathsheba and Tess. At least Bathsheba ended up with someone worthy (Gabriel Oak had the patience of a saint, though), but poor Tess.

The last book you bought is:
Running: Start to Finish, by John Stanton

The last book you read:
Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge. Not one of Hardy’s best, IMO.

What are you currently reading?
Running: Start to Finish (not the book I hoped it would be)
Guns, Germs, and Steel, by Jared Diamond (excellent read, really well written)
North in the World: Selected Poems of Rolf Jacobsen (thanks, Aisha, for introducing me to this awsome poet)

Five books you would take to a deserted island:*
1- Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America edition)
2- The Aubrey-Maturin series, by Patrick O'Brian (OK, this is 20 books. So sue me.)
3- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
4- Watership Down, by Richard Adams
5- Far From the Madding Crowd, by Thomas Hardy

*Not necessarily in this order; I reserve the right to edit this list at any time.

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why? --

I'm going to toss the sticks in the air and let them fall where they may. If you haven't had the stick passed to you, consider it done.