Standing on a beach
Nov. 13th, 2016 10:44 amI got home last night after a week-long vacation in Florida, which was wonderful and sorely needed. We went fishing, parasailing, kayaking, swimming in the ocean, walking along the beach. I bravely scrambled hand over foot across a treacherous rocky outcropping to get to the good shelling beach—and then found no good shells. But there was a certain calmness, once the adrenaline subsided from nearly slipping to certain injury, in standing on the flatter expanse of the rocks, digging my toes into the moss and staring out at the surf, practically alone except for a lone fisherman in the waves.
I read Lol's book Cured while I was there. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the writing, but disappointed by how boring most of the content was. There were some interesting bits about the earliest days of the band, but I'd been hoping for some salacious, tell-all-style details, or at the very least some new insights into the murkier aspects of Cure canon—but no such luck. I still don't even know the specifics around how Robert and Simon met. It kills me sometimes to imagine how much of their canon is "analog"—trapped in dusty copies of NME in someone's basement, or on tapes in someone's closet, lost to the world.
I also made my way through a decent chunk of
dream1989's "A Night Like This," which was perfect escapist beach reading.
Tumblr was also throwing down while I was away, giving us pics like this one:

Robert should've stuck with the crimping; it suited him. (He also should've stuck with the leather pants he rocked in the early years, if we want to go down the laundry list...)
Anyway, now I'm home, having a lazy day. I'm still in bed, but will get up soon to make breakfast tacos. I also think I'll get out the crock pot for dinner; it seems like that kind of weather, finally. And I might do something with the random fragments of fic that I mapped out in my head while I was away.
I read Lol's book Cured while I was there. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the writing, but disappointed by how boring most of the content was. There were some interesting bits about the earliest days of the band, but I'd been hoping for some salacious, tell-all-style details, or at the very least some new insights into the murkier aspects of Cure canon—but no such luck. I still don't even know the specifics around how Robert and Simon met. It kills me sometimes to imagine how much of their canon is "analog"—trapped in dusty copies of NME in someone's basement, or on tapes in someone's closet, lost to the world.
I also made my way through a decent chunk of
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Tumblr was also throwing down while I was away, giving us pics like this one:

Robert should've stuck with the crimping; it suited him. (He also should've stuck with the leather pants he rocked in the early years, if we want to go down the laundry list...)
Anyway, now I'm home, having a lazy day. I'm still in bed, but will get up soon to make breakfast tacos. I also think I'll get out the crock pot for dinner; it seems like that kind of weather, finally. And I might do something with the random fragments of fic that I mapped out in my head while I was away.