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One of those days when I'm having difficulty deciding whether I read something online while awake or read it in a dream. I'm having no trouble differentiating between things I have done waking or sleeping, just the things I've read or haven't read. It is most perplexing.

A few days ago I dreamt that a woman was telling me how to get the most out of my new health insurance plan. Though at one point I realized I was dreaming, I tried to stay asleep because I figured I'd get more information out of her than from anybody in the waking world.

Five books to show you who I am

Taken from the journal of seraphimsigrist, who took the idea from lucretius:

If you could propose a reading list of about five books to a prospective friend, a date if you do that or whatever, so that they would know who you are...what books would you reccomend?

My response:

To begin with, the two authors I've read the most are C.S. Lewis and C.J. Cherryh (I've often thought that if I become a published writer, I must use my initials as they do; it helps that my first initial really is C.). Those two authors are certain, but which books specifically is a more difficult question. In the case of Lewis, good ones would be the novel Till We Have Faces (though I haven't had the chance to read it in years) or possibly Mere Christianity or... Oh! The Problem of Pain immediately followed by A Grief Observed, as I've long thought that those two should always be read together anyway.

For C.J. Cherryh, perhaps Cyteen, maybe Rusalka or something from the Foreigner/Invader/Inheritor books--honestly she and Lewis seem to capture some entirely different yet equally important parts of my psyche.

Other books for someone who wants to understand me are things I read over and over as a child: Lewis Carroll's Alice books, particularly the adventures Through the Looking Glass; a collection of Andersen's fairy tales; and a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories and poems.

Hummingwolf Today

Today's Main Events: Nothing exciting, really. There was a housemate interview, after which I told the landlord that my vote is no, don't rent a room to this man. He didn't seem like a bad guy from what I could tell; my instincts simply told me that this was someone who would never fit in this house, no matter who else lived here. Since I rarely object to people interviewed, the landlord's likely to accept my instant reaction this time, especially since the interviewee was much older than the college students he normally rents to anyway.

The other big event was a trip to the grocery store. Yes, I have no life.

Miles Walked Today: About three.

Big Time-Sink of the Day: Playing with a POV-Ray scene file of a fractal landscape.

Last Meal Eaten: Catfish and onions fried in olive oil, seasoned with salt and red pepper flakes; fresh, raw cabbage (both green and red); macadamia nuts; rather a lot of fresh cherries (on sale! whee!). Oh, and a brownie.

Sensory Pleasure of the Day: Walking in a light rain past a magnolia tree.

Now Wearing: Shortish, white cotton nightgown with the little old lady from Shoebox Greetings in a bathrobe brushing her teeth and saying, "Who needs a man when you've got glamour?"

Current Energy Level: Low. Not very low, just low.

Current Pain Level: Moderate.