Once revealed, by the earth stolen away in flood, there’s a squid-quality to the roots of trees, tentacles interlaced and grabbing. This squid-tree appears to be constructing an octopus’s garden wall. Fucking hipster-squid. Nonetheless, I feel kinship to trees on the edge. Trees with roots exposed, clinging to stones from the earliest days. I have more than a few photos of it. It’s a thing.
Which reminds me, Warren Ellis and Jason Howard have a new book series out, “Trees.” Haven’t read it. I think it’s a slow invasion by giant Tree-aliens, slow as only tree’s know. Looks interesting. The art looks wonderful. I need to check it out.
But first I need to finish, “Storm Front,” by Jim Butcher. Just started, but so far, so good. Jim Butcher delivered a good beginning in this book, an expert start. That’s the way to do it, In the first couple of pages he sets up the world, and basically what we can expect, and how people will be in general, and what tropes we might enjoy along the way. Will he subvert or play with those tropes? I don’t know. I’m new to this series. The Dresden Files came highly recommended by many people I know. Finally getting after it.
I guess this post will be about reading. My son gave me, “Game of Thrones,” for father’s day. I’ve been meaning to re-read Hitchhikers, or maybe Dirk Gently, oh, and “Grapes of Wrath” and “Mules and Men” are on the hopper. Waiting. I need to get to it, though the likeliest scenario is an unforeseen book comes in and blows up the list and order. That’s the standard.
Of course there is work, and home, and projects, and photography, and writing, and guitar, and concerts, and family and friends and exercise, and etc. that deserve attention as well. Boredom is a luxury. Lavishly live it when you can.
Hopefully more this weekend.