and we all went to heaven in a little row boat

July 05, 2001, 10:42 am

Last night I was reading Homebody by Orson Scott Card. I was sucked in and couldn't take my eyes off the pages. I knew it was getting late, but I only wanted to read just one more chapter; not a big deal at all. Then I finished the book and it was almost 5am. Ugh. Shit.

Just now, looking up Orson's webpage, I read a correction posted for Shadow of the Hegemon:

Greensboro. “Ender's home town.”

“He only visited there once. His family moved there after he left for Battle School.”

“Oh, é. He grew up in the big city, like me“

Sister Carlotta gave one bark of a laugh. “Not at all like you.”

“Because he didn't have to fight off other children just to eat?”

“Plenty to eat,” said Sister Carlotta. “Yet he did his first killing there all the same.”

I read that while also listening to Kinetic (Radiohead) and got the most sincere chills. Maybe it's because I just realized I love people that don't exist.

I caught myself listening to this over and over and over again. I looked at the clock and realized I'd listened to it for twenty minutes. What am I doing?!?

My boss is wearing this neat-o polo-ish shirt that's the ultimate safetyorange color that goes so well with him (just then, I was thinking of asking him if he would let me have donk scan it and I could load it in the gimp and get the exact rgb color values so I could put “safetyorange” in that perfect font color. What the hell is my problem?!?)