Foux de Fa Fa

(if you haven't seen Flight of the Conchords do Foux de Fa Fa, do)

Babel Fish didn't do justice to the French but I think I get your drift. I was just lamenting today with Michelle about the fact that I can't make it through a book. I am however about 1/3 through The Secret Life of Bees which is a major accomplishment. There is hope.

But I can make it through blog posts if they're not too long. Here's a great one for all my rule-breaking friends! Toast Rule Busting

Judy

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good Night...

J'ai termine'... J'usque' nous lisons plus livres!

A pink poodle named Spike

Thanks to Olga's daughter for proving a couple of weeks ago that it's a powerful thing to have a pink poodle named Spike.

I catch myself thinking of that sweet vignette often as I consider who I am and what I am doing here. Perhaps it's not about being or doing anything else, but owning - expressing and accepting ownership - for what we have and where we are right now, and loving what we are doing. I'm not saying giving up on doing different things, only spending a little more time loving or learning to love what we are doing, being, seeing...whatever that is.

I raise a glass to all things figurative or literal that embody the act of embracing our own personal pink poodle named Spike.

Love to each of you,
Robin

The Camel Club by David Baldacci

Conspiracy theorists unite - this is a stupid book about Washington and a rag-tag bunch of conspiracy theorists. Why are all conspiracy theorists portrayed as psychotic, near homeless, idiot savants, and socially inept geeks and they are tossed in with a few former CIA operatives who "disappeared" off the databases and thus have the moxy and know-how to lead the idiot tribe to solving high crimes? It's like the saying that all good men are either married or gay.

Anyhow, another 400 pages that you get so far into that it seems too much to bear to give up and quit at page 380 because you are in the thick of something you know will resolve in the net 20 pages or so and you've already taken this much time to commit and...you don't want to be a quitter...and damn it, if he can save it in these last few pages then you'll think that the book was worth it. However, it sucks at the end as it much as does at page 380.

Well, at least this guy's consistent - this tasted a lot like Absolute Power, but with a dry finish. I am done with David Baldacci, and have given the books to my 15 year old son, who will think they're plausible and cool all at the same time.

~Robin