Toast and spies

Kate Fox, in her anthropology book Watching the English, describes American toast as "sweaty and indiscreet and emotional."

Forgive me, British types on my friends list, but only a citizen of this fair isle could describe toast as "emotional."

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I finally remembered to go check out what happened in these last few Alias episodes that's had everybody so excited, and...ow. ( Spoilers )

My mind, it is blown.

I think I might actually have to watch next season. Huh. Along with SG-1, Atlantis, and BSG, that makes...a lot of TV. Even if the schedules don't exactly mesh, that could still be very painful. Are they airing Alias January-May again this year? It would be so nice if they'd air it mostly September-December, as Skiffy's stuff is on hiatus then... (Uh, right? I think that's right. I haven't really watched any TV since August, so I can't recall.)

Summer! Even if it's 55 and raining!

This not-having-work thing, as it always does at the start of summer vacation, feels decidedly odd, but also wonderful. No work! Yay! Well, except for all that comps reading (OMG, I just noticed there's Virginia Woolf on there...AUGH) I have to do when I get back home, but let's not think about that yet.

I have time to write! Oddly, the album I just gushed about a few days ago has given me a ton of short story ideas that could potentially be my submission for Advanced Fiction next semester. They aren't particularly narrative, these songs, but the mood of the music, and a few words in each of them, just sparks something. It might help that most of them are reminiscent of what I tend to write when I don't write sci-fi...vaguely melancholy character pieces that really depend on a sense of place, particularly a southern place. (They do say write what you know, and at this point, it's either Tennessee or Ohio, so...)

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Tomorrow I'm off to go gallivanting about the southeast for a few days. Talk to you all next week!