Monday musings

First of all, I'd like to extend my sincere thanks to whichever of Star's neighbors have so kindly shared their broadband wireless for as many days as I have been here.

Secondly, Star's six furry children think I am quite boring. And it's true: I am usually reading or on the computer while here. I'm generally quite pooped (pardon the doggie pun) while here because of work, of course, and because half of these six children sleep on the bed with me. I'm sure if I was used to a night full of collar-rattling, dream cat-chasing, subconscious whines, and spindly-legged bed-hogging, I would quite enjoy the company; however, I am only accustomed to the night-music of rat-wrestling, scurrying, and squeaking.

I'm almost finished with Nabokov's Lolita, which I started two days ago. The book is creepy (it's about a "Peter File") but the writing is extraordinary. There are also some good tense "what's going to happen next!" moments. Another of the US's great banned novels. I picked it up because I felt it was probably a prerequisite to "Reading Lolita in Tehran," a book Helen gave me a few months ago that I have not yet got to.

I'm especially inspired to read "...in Tehran" right now because on Sunday I went to see Persepolis with Reza. I have the Persepolis graphic novels, but it was good to go experience it with an Iranian, so I could get his take on things. My primary exception with it was that it was in French with English subtitles; it should have been in Farsi with English subtitles. I wish I had more access to internationally influenced media such as that. Anyway, I wish I could go to Iran. Looks like a beautiful, neat country (Reza has shown me a lot of pictures of his home.)

On another subject, Thursday night was the Red Banjo in Park City with few friends and Jerry; it was his milestone birthday.