HOME!!!
Posted by Marya at 4/17/2008 3:14 PM and is filed under uncategorized 
...at least for a couple of days!
Flew in yesterday morning, on a gorgous Minneapolis spring (!) day, and was whisked away from the airport (plech! airports) by the Lovely Ashley, my pal who occupies the top floor of my house (as opposed to the Mysterious Steve, who occupies one of the bedrooms--we have a bunch of recovering people who live here with us, which keeps us ALL sane--well, at least keeps me sane, and hopefully I am not making them INsane...), anyhoo, the LA and I went zipping home to immediately get to the matter of making a new mix. Have I previously mentioned my love of/semi-obsession with making mixes? WELL. As Mike mocked me for some months ago, I only came upon the modern invention of this "iTunes" thing in December, and it's all been downhill from there. This amazing discovery has led to the creation of a dozen or more TOTALLY fabulous mixes, if the LA and I do say so ourselves. We spend hours upon hours making them (this is on my days off, people, I don't just sit around making mixes all day between books), and they are made with such care and did I mention fabulousness I can't even TELL you. SO, given the total lack of days off for a couple of months here, we were much mix-starved, and went right home and spent the day making a truly marvelous mix. Have you heard of country music? WELL, some of us city people have only the dimmest idea that it exists, but now that I have been introduced, I'm hooked. You really ought to hear this thing we mixed yesterday. The Country Sentamentalist Mix--3 straight hours of the finest ultra-mushy country music around. Our mix fix taken care of for the moment (it won't last), we both collapsed at 9 p.m.
And then this morning I woke up and thought firmly, "Ok. I'm in Toronto." Then I was unsure, and looked around in the dark. And thought, "Ok. I'm in Boston." Wait. "I'm in Vermont." No, no. "I'm in New York." Finally I got out of bed and walked into a chair (there was no chair there before, not in New York, Vermont, anywhere--this was the tip-off) and realized I was, yes, HOME in Minneapolis, and my dogs were snoring like a snoring dog band. But no matter--I padded off to my beloved office, curled up in my chair, and totally forgot I was on tour until ten minutes before I remembered I was still on tour and had ten minutes to get to Interview One of the day...off I raced to pretend I was still on tour. And indeed I am, and have a reading tonight that I can't WAIT for--I don't even know how many dangling prepositions I've used in this blog--it's going to be a great time, all kinds of people I know well, know only a little, and don't know at all, everyone out on the town for a night to talk about a BOOK. How great is that? That people take time out of their incredibly busy lives to get together in the same room for a conversation about literature? And people say reading is dead. Not according to you or me, my friends, and let's keep it that way. For you Minneapolitans, I can't wait to see you tonight--and for you west coasters, I can't wait to see you next week--and for all of us, here's a hats off to the divine practice of reading, writing, and thinking about books. Keep the faith.
More tomorrow--cheers!
M
Flew in yesterday morning, on a gorgous Minneapolis spring (!) day, and was whisked away from the airport (plech! airports) by the Lovely Ashley, my pal who occupies the top floor of my house (as opposed to the Mysterious Steve, who occupies one of the bedrooms--we have a bunch of recovering people who live here with us, which keeps us ALL sane--well, at least keeps me sane, and hopefully I am not making them INsane...), anyhoo, the LA and I went zipping home to immediately get to the matter of making a new mix. Have I previously mentioned my love of/semi-obsession with making mixes? WELL. As Mike mocked me for some months ago, I only came upon the modern invention of this "iTunes" thing in December, and it's all been downhill from there. This amazing discovery has led to the creation of a dozen or more TOTALLY fabulous mixes, if the LA and I do say so ourselves. We spend hours upon hours making them (this is on my days off, people, I don't just sit around making mixes all day between books), and they are made with such care and did I mention fabulousness I can't even TELL you. SO, given the total lack of days off for a couple of months here, we were much mix-starved, and went right home and spent the day making a truly marvelous mix. Have you heard of country music? WELL, some of us city people have only the dimmest idea that it exists, but now that I have been introduced, I'm hooked. You really ought to hear this thing we mixed yesterday. The Country Sentamentalist Mix--3 straight hours of the finest ultra-mushy country music around. Our mix fix taken care of for the moment (it won't last), we both collapsed at 9 p.m.
And then this morning I woke up and thought firmly, "Ok. I'm in Toronto." Then I was unsure, and looked around in the dark. And thought, "Ok. I'm in Boston." Wait. "I'm in Vermont." No, no. "I'm in New York." Finally I got out of bed and walked into a chair (there was no chair there before, not in New York, Vermont, anywhere--this was the tip-off) and realized I was, yes, HOME in Minneapolis, and my dogs were snoring like a snoring dog band. But no matter--I padded off to my beloved office, curled up in my chair, and totally forgot I was on tour until ten minutes before I remembered I was still on tour and had ten minutes to get to Interview One of the day...off I raced to pretend I was still on tour. And indeed I am, and have a reading tonight that I can't WAIT for--I don't even know how many dangling prepositions I've used in this blog--it's going to be a great time, all kinds of people I know well, know only a little, and don't know at all, everyone out on the town for a night to talk about a BOOK. How great is that? That people take time out of their incredibly busy lives to get together in the same room for a conversation about literature? And people say reading is dead. Not according to you or me, my friends, and let's keep it that way. For you Minneapolitans, I can't wait to see you tonight--and for you west coasters, I can't wait to see you next week--and for all of us, here's a hats off to the divine practice of reading, writing, and thinking about books. Keep the faith.
More tomorrow--cheers!
M
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