I’ve been pretty quiet this week, mostly because I took your advice and started reading. Stephen King (yes, now you know I’m a fan of High Literature) has written about four novels since I stopped having time to read regularly back in college, and people keep buying them for me even though I don’t have time for them. I finished one and now I’m halfway through another. K and I had a fantastic argument the other night about high vs. low art that stemmed from the fact that I was sitting around reading Stephen King all day. Frankly I don’t care if King novels are low art, I enjoy them. They do something for me, and that’s all that matters. Plus I’m very fond of the fact that his female protagonists are always every bit as well-developed and fleshed out as his male protagonists. Dude knows how to write women, and almost all of his books pass the Bechdel Test. I appreciate that.
I’ve veered away from the point, though, which is how I don’t understand how people can read and write at the same time. I can’t set aside a book and start writing about science because my brain is still in the book, you see. That’s why my blogging has been so light. I do have a great post about emetophobia for next month’s Carnal Carnival that I’ve been working on slowly, though.
Since it is Saturday, I am obligated to post at least one picture of a rodent. First, also from the link in my last post to the science dessert roundup is this mouse cake:
Now, here, have a chinchilla wearing a paper hat: