P-C, I met a lovely Indian girl about your age on my flight (actually I met 3, but one stood out as being awesome). I totally should've talked you up to her and her parents...except they were on their way back to India, where they live. But that's details; I think I'll carry your photo and email addy with me to give out, just in case.

Hee. You're totally my pimp, Raq.

GROOOOOOOOONK. Why can't I just sleep all day? Work is dumb.

(I am reading The Name of the Rose. It is a slow read.)

Ugh. The landlord just came by to pick up the rent check. Now, we used to leave it on the fridge, so that meant she came into the apartment each month. I didn't like that, so I stuck a sticky thing on the front door, so we could leave the check there. It's been there for probably six months.

The landlord STILL knocks on the door each month, because "she doesn't see it." Makes me so annoyed. It's pretty loud in here today, with my music playing, Not!Emily's music playing, the air conditioner running, etc. I heard her knock lightly on the door, but I ignored it. I knew if I went to answer it, Toto would go all nuts, and I really didn't want to deal with that. I figured if she couldn't see the check, that's her problem.

I just checked. The check is gone. And I can't imagine she needed anything else. I mean, she called at 10:30 last night, and I never really did figure out why, except to criticize my housekeeping. And, really? Am I gonna take that well at 10:30pm? Um...no.

I can't wait till I don't live here anymore. I mean, I love the apartment in so many ways. Those of you who have been here can attest to the coolness and uniqueness that is this place. But, I just can't deal with them and the non-working stuff anymore.

{{{House of Reason}}}

I have started The Name of the Rose more times than I care to confess, and never finished it. Perhaps I'll do better now? And the same goes for Foucault's Pendulum. And I'm quite certain that they're both splendid books, but...yeah. After a little while I find myself wanting things to go vroom and the words to be shorter. I can't account for it - I'm perfectly capable of reading grown up books and savouring them, but I seem to have a mental block when it comes to his stuff.

OMG, P-C, just think of the possibilities of making all the Bitches into your Pimps! Surely any potential bride with the Bitch seal of approval would be Of The Good?

considers

face falls

Mind you, they've yet to find me a nice Canadian. Rumours of nice Canadians, yes. Said Canadians arriving on my doorstep? Not so much.

sighs

Guess I just need to go to Canada if I want to make like a Mountie and always get my man. Or is that make out with a Mountie? Or is that just if you're called Ray?

I have started The Name of the Rose more times than I care to confess, and never finished it. Perhaps I'll do better now? And the same goes for Foucault's Pendulum. And I'm quite certain that they're both splendid books, but...yeah. After a little while I find myself wanting things to go vroom and the words to be shorter. I can't account for it - I'm perfectly capable of reading grown up books and savouring them, but I seem to have a mental block when it comes to his stuff.

I'm glad it's not just me! I have a feeling I may like Foucault's Pendulum more, if I can just get through this damn book. I mean, I like the neato detective logic, but I can't get through all the papal politics. And I don't know Latin, so there goes about half the book. I was inspired to finally tackle them after their names kept coming up in my Da Vinci Code discussion. But right now I actually long for the florid excitement of Dan Brown, which is just not right. Also, I don't really know what "florid" means, but it seems like the word to use.

OMG, P-C, just think of the possibilities of making all the Bitches into your Pimps! Surely any potential bride with the Bitch seal of approval would be Of The Good?

Surely!

Mind you, they've yet to find me a nice Canadian. Rumours of nice Canadians, yes. Said Canadians arriving on my doorstep? Not so much.

Any particular reason you're in the market for a Canadian? What about a nice Venezuelan?

I had a very difficult time getting through Focault's Pendulum myself, as Eco (being a professor of semiotics and linguistics) likes to write in multiple languages (none of which I spoke) and NOT translate. He's also got a dense, crunchy brain, and writes dense, crunchy novels, so it was tough going, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I have yet to tackle Name of the Rose, and am a little intimidated that he writes big streches of it in Latin. Still, I'll have to tackle that some day.

I have yet to tackle Name of the Rose, and am a little intimidated that he writes big streches of it in Latin.

Are there big stretches ahead of me? Crap! So far, it's just random psalm quotations on every other page. But big stretches are easy to skip, right? He can't actually expect me to translate it all myself in order to follow the story!

Or maybe he can. Rat bastard.

Cindy - nope, I'm just wordless. though I did like how you got him in the shower

I did like how you got him in the shower

That was GENIUS!

Are there big stretches ahead of me? Crap! So far, it's just random psalm quotations on every other page.

Actually, I was responding to your description. I missed an "apparently" in there. You've read more of the book than I have.

I quite enjoyed Name of the Rose. It's a fine detective story that, as an added bonus, also teaches about philosophy and the medieval Church. But first and foremost a detective story.

Worked for me. Though I haven't tried any of Eco's other work.