Wednesday, January 24, 2007

My childhood TV-watching days were marked by PBS, the news, and investment shows, not by choice, mind you. My parents didn't set specific TV limits; they just turned off anything that they thought was crap. That translated into pretty much everything. They especially disliked programs with laugh tracks and live studio audiences, so no Cosby Show, Family Ties, etc.

So... one thing I did watch often was Mystery! on PBS. The entrancing Edward Gorey introductory montage was the first thing to draw me in. Knowing all of this, Paul surprised me with an enchanting little book that he found at a used bookshop just down the street: Dancing Cats and Neglected Murderesses (1980).

This is sure to delight enthusiasts of both felines and fiber alike:

Simply splendid!

I'm jumping on the bandwagon, and doing the weird things meme. I feel as if the sum total of my existence is a bit weird. I study Latin and Greek and plan to make a living that way, I knit, and I read voraciously. But we'll give it a shot.

Six Weird Things:

1. Despite not having any kids, I collect children's books. I'm drawn to ones with unusual, charming, or quaint illustrations. I got started on this because my godmother is related to the Caldecott award-winning illustrator/author Stephen Gammell. I especially like Latin translations of children's books.

2. I love clogs. I have oodles of them in all different colors. Here are my three current favorites:

Not only are they fun, they give me a joyous sense of rebellion every time I wear them. My mother forbade me to wear clogs because they were such an impractical form of footwear, especially for Minnesota winters.

3. I hate summer and hot weather. I love frosty, snowy winters, and I'm happy with spring flowers and autumn leaves. Temperatures over 72 degrees make me absolutely miserable. On a related note, I dislike tropical vacations immensely. I blame my Nordic blood for this one. I also sunburn very easily.

4. I'm afraid of heights. On the other hand, I enjoy hiking and mountains. This can lead to problems, as evidenced by me clinging to the side of the mountain and sobbing during a particularly treacherous stretch of the Garden Wall hike at Glacier National Park.

5. I talk to my cats. That's not so unusual, but I also answer back for them! Methinks that's not a good sign. I also like to give inanimate objects names (my laptop is named Putesy Buttons -- it's a Strong Bad thing), and I say hi to squirrels and bunnies outdoors when no one is looking.

6. Very few things in the world make me as happy as sliding into bed with clean sheets, especially when they have been washed with the fancy new vanilla/lavender Tide. Mmmmm....

Go forth and reveal your six weird things, if you please.


Anonymous said...

I love the red clogs. And I love the clogs with the daisies painted on them. Clogs are so much fun. And they are not impractical, you just need to wear warmer socks with them.

Anonymous said...

I'm with you on the heat thing. Give me snowy mountains over beaches and palm trees any day.

Anonymous said...

I love me some Edward Gorey, looks like a great book. And as a fellow lover of children's books (sans child) I see nothing wrong with collecting them.

Calling Kahlo said...

I love Edward Gorey and I was first exposed to his drawings through the PBS mystery hour. One of the students in my school used to read a book of his stories and then we looked up information on him. If I remember correctly he lived in NY with a bunch of cats. Loved cats.

Bobbi said...

Those clogs in the middle look kind of familiar. ;-)

Anonymous said...

Hey there, just saying hello. I, too, LOVE clogs and have those brown Dansko's on the right! And, I work at a children's book centre and spend too much of my salary on kids books. I don't think either of the above are weird at all...

nicole said...

your clogs
Edward Gorey (go and check out The Gashlycrumb Tinies, my favourite)
the fact that I'm not alone in my terror of heights/love of hiking
the fact that I'm not alone in being kidless but loving kid's books anyway