tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post109650124338576196..comments2022-11-09T03:50:05.940-06:00Comments on elle est retournée: La Lectrice, Part Twohonest + popularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097993073983299762004-10-17T01:04:00.000-05:002004-10-17T01:04:00.000-05:00Thank you, peaceful World. That's a step in the r...Thank you, peaceful World. That's a step in the right direction. Peace, one world at a time. ;-)honest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097768579878678852004-10-14T10:42:00.000-05:002004-10-14T10:42:00.000-05:00I can't give you a peaceful world. I thought a pe...I can't give you a peaceful world. I thought a peaceful Worldgineer would help though.Worldgineerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03072377818939747916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097724857533263042004-10-13T22:34:00.000-05:002004-10-13T22:34:00.000-05:00Peace- peace, you say? But there is no peace.Peace- peace, you say? But there is no peace.honest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097701669488512852004-10-13T16:07:00.000-05:002004-10-13T16:07:00.000-05:00Peace.Peace.Worldgineerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03072377818939747916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097503288848760832004-10-11T09:01:00.000-05:002004-10-11T09:01:00.000-05:00I like your elbows. (I have permanently bruised r...I like your elbows. (I have permanently bruised ribs. And so do my family members. ;-) Didn't kill us, made us stronger, blabbity, blabbity, blah... I'm reinstituting high tea. I need a peaceful world.)honest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097502927415596472004-10-11T08:55:00.000-05:002004-10-11T08:55:00.000-05:00Yeah, I hear that. My elbows were never quite sha...Yeah, I hear that. My elbows were never quite sharp enough.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17693172838859727816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097373133020171252004-10-09T20:52:00.000-05:002004-10-09T20:52:00.000-05:00Same parents, yes. Same books, yes and (more ofte...Same parents, yes. Same books, yes and (more often than not) no. I clocked a LOT of hours parked in a room reading while I could hear my sibs playing around noisily elsewheres. Also, I'm not sure anybody else came across those particular notes in the margin. <br /><br />But I can testify that we ALL sure encountered our parents' counter-cultural-cognitive-dissident-institutional-deviant ideashonest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097171418728527672004-10-07T12:50:00.000-05:002004-10-07T12:50:00.000-05:00Also, Lukas, DAMN, Cujo? That's mean, mean stuff ...Also, Lukas, DAMN, Cujo? That's mean, mean stuff for a little kid, huh? Also, (speaking of "Do Androids...", which I have not yet read, but shall I'm sure) every once in a while I just CRAVE Blade Runner. Don't know why. It reminds me of the way that, every once in a while, I crave water (jump in, not drink). Don't know why that one happens, either, although, supposedly, this is just honest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097170928701548532004-10-07T12:42:00.000-05:002004-10-07T12:42:00.000-05:00I like Ike. And I hate the thought of him feeling...I like Ike. And I hate the thought of him feeling bad. (Not that any human being can get through life without some of that, but I, as an aunt, reserve the right to hold unrealistic aspirations.) <br /><br />Mebbe his elders could begin to model some feelings-on-the-outside stuff, huh? (I swear, though, that people who internalize shit really show their lack of practice when they begin to honest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1097168914292999202004-10-07T12:08:00.000-05:002004-10-07T12:08:00.000-05:00lydolyd, that internalizing crap is scary stuff in...lydolyd, that internalizing crap is scary stuff in kids. I count my blessings. The other night the grown-ups were playing pictionary with only Ike. My tater-tot, got up out of bed to say, "mom, I just don't know why, but I have this strong feeling and somehow it won't let me get to sleep."<br /><br />"Hmm, that tingly hateful sensation is called jealousy, now get back into bed."<br /><br />El Fidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15107659901209100546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096655224021144482004-10-01T13:27:00.000-05:002004-10-01T13:27:00.000-05:00i was also enthralled with the greek myths. after...i was also enthralled with the greek myths. after reading the golden fleece in it's entirety. i was quite the young reader though...if i may be arrogant for a second. i did steal daryk's copy of Cujo in first grade and was the talk of class when i finished it and wanted to talk about it in the english section of class...but my reading was my mother fault (if there is a fault in it), when she Lukas Abrhmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05869643359463147958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096637933883916092004-10-01T08:38:00.000-05:002004-10-01T08:38:00.000-05:00What I have to watch out for is that my little guy...What I have to watch out for is that my little guy, who isn't so little anymore, internalizes his feelings like BOTH of his parents He wouldn't say anything about Delaware Indians scalping a 2 yr old Sammy, and I would find him crying on his bed for no apparent reason and would have to play 20 questions (or 50, depending on the depth of emotion) to figure out what was wrong. So count your Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17693172838859727816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096591532189235702004-09-30T19:45:00.000-05:002004-09-30T19:45:00.000-05:00Affirmations and a hug, if that's okay.
I think th...Affirmations and a hug, if that's okay.<br />I think though that the kids who read the heavy stuff, when they get to the hard parts, like Fid's boy did, they go and ask the grown up.<br />If I got to something that I didn't understand I'd go ask my parents and we would talk about it.<br />Unless it was about sex. Then I couldn't ask my parents, I had to ask my friends. Who seemed to know evenKatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10584884625364971406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096580924991030962004-09-30T16:48:00.000-05:002004-09-30T16:48:00.000-05:00ouch lyd, the way you type "be thou" I can almost ...ouch lyd, the way you type "be thou" I can almost hear it ringing through the ballroom. <br /><br />But hey, yeah, smart kids, I wasn't the smartest kid in the class, but I sat next to... No, I have a smarty pants who is 6. And the hardest thing in the world is keeping him in good clean reading. He's read Black Beauty, Black Stallion, Robinson Crusoe, Heidi etc, but I tried to skim "Call of El Fidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15107659901209100546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096567440279279402004-09-30T13:04:00.000-05:002004-09-30T13:04:00.000-05:00Be thou affirmed.Be thou affirmed.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17693172838859727816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096566936615856102004-09-30T12:55:00.000-05:002004-09-30T12:55:00.000-05:00Hey, Chellee, thanks for the comment. It's a toug...Hey, Chellee, thanks for the comment. It's a tough choice, huh? Dumb it down and lose a part of what makes it fun to be you in life or stay strong and face up to the fact that there will definitely be some hell to pay. <br /><br />World, thanks, and to tell you the truth, a lot of what made me a crazy reader back then was just my little, natural personality. I was lucky, though, to be raised honest + popularhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876426820748555139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096551472946040562004-09-30T08:37:00.000-05:002004-09-30T08:37:00.000-05:00This, once again, resonated with me deeply. I was...This, once again, resonated with me deeply. I was 9 when I picked up The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire and read it cover to cover amidst wondering stares from my parents. But my Dad's a huge history buff and my Mom's a Victorian novel aficionado, so I had it coming and going. After that, I devoured Fox's Book of Martyrs, The Divine Comedy and everything Shakespeare wrote. Oh, and Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17693172838859727816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096549048025791632004-09-30T07:57:00.000-05:002004-09-30T07:57:00.000-05:00Lectrice, I knew you were smart when I met you, bu...Lectrice, I knew you were smart when I met you, but it was so fascinating to hear part of the back story. And I certainly hope there is noone who could "burn" on that story; you demystify smart-kidness very well.El Fidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15107659901209100546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096519143594293092004-09-29T23:39:00.000-05:002004-09-29T23:39:00.000-05:00I think it's wonderful that you were so into readi...I think it's wonderful that you were so into reading by the 3rd grade. I've always suspected that the 3rd grade mind can absorb much more than we throw at it, and find it a bit strange that most of the focus we give to young children is aimed at playing and being kids. Not that that's bad, just a bit strange the way we've ordered society. Perhaps it would work better to have children focus on Worldgineerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03072377818939747916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815131.post-1096507420098895982004-09-29T20:23:00.000-05:002004-09-29T20:23:00.000-05:00When I moved to Texas from New York, I talked real...When I moved to Texas from New York, I talked really fast. I had been reading lots of books by then, and at 11 my math teacher loaned me a copy of Robert Heinlein's The Puppet Masters. I was hooked on sci-fi, which was probably a given anyway because of my older (idolized) brother's fascination with it.<br />Looking back, I wonder if my best friend at the time was complimenting me when she Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10584884625364971406noreply@blogger.com