Last Updated On November 24, 2021

 

"There are no wolves in this movie." -one star review of The Wolf of Wall Street

 

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November. I have another short stack of delights. This time instead of pancakes these delights take the form of a stack of weekend reading material.

First up is a recommendation (delight), a work friend lent me her Cornell Lab of Ornithology LivingBird magazine so I can read about the peregrine falcon’s return to Taughannock. She put a post-it on the article so I can get right down to it. Do I even need to say that birds of prey are a delight? Too obvious. Such majesty right in our own backyards. I see the same (I assume) red-tailed hawk on the same power line on my commute to work everyday. It is a delight to say good morning. I wonder if I were wounded by the side of the road, would he come and sink those talons into my shoulder. I would happily be his familiar, put my fate in the wings of my raptor overlord.

Recommending and getting recommendations for reading are some of the most delightful aspects of my job, a love language for sure. But conversely, I also find delight in a bad review. We have a patron that routinely returns his DVDs with the pronouncement- this is garbage, don’t waste your time! I love it. Delicious. Tell me more, exactly how bad was it? I shamelessly egg him on. Its ridiculous how fun it is to listen to a smart, witty person trash something. I cannot get enough.

The next book in the stack is Full Catastrophe Living by Jon Kabat-Zinn. I read the first edition in the 90’s but its always been a touchpoint, on stand-by. It is a delight when I discover breadcrumbs left by past-me for future-me. Good job young-me, you’re still an undergrad, confused and not very smart or experienced. You did the best you could with what you had, honey. And I am proud of you.

Zinn’s book returned to me in that twilight time of almost sleep. I strung together the words Pain, Brain, and Train as if I had just developed a new religion. I was ready to take it on the road. There is nothing more delightful than the intellectual grandiosity that occurs around the three o’clock hour! It’s also a delight in the morning when one lands on earth with the realization that the twilight genius was literally only three loosely related words that happen to rhyme.

On top of my weekend stack lays Toot! by Leslie Patricelli. It is a board book about the universality of farts. It is a gift for my grandchild (delight) but I want to vet it first. I love the idea of contributing to her positive body image by instilling a sense of lightness and humor and humane-ness to bodily functions. Depending on where she lives, she may not have reproductive rights but at least I can support her sense of bodily autonomy in these small ways. When I think of her pink, perfect, newness…it overwhelms me. She is hardly real.

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Last Updated On November 24, 2021

 

"There are no wolves in this movie." -one star review of The Wolf of Wall Street

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November. I have another short stack of delights. This time instead of pancakes these delights take the form of a stack of weekend reading material.

First up is a recommendation (delight), a work friend lent me her Cornell Lab of Ornithology LivingBird magazine so I can read about the peregrine falcon’s return to Taughannock. She put a post-it on the article so I can get right down to it. Do I even need to say that birds of prey are a delight? Too obvious. Such majesty right in our own backyards. I see the same (I assume) red-tailed hawk on the same power line on my commute to work everyday. It is a delight to say good morning. I wonder if I were wounded by the side of the road, would he come and sink those talons into my shoulder. I would happily be his familiar, put my fate in the wings of my raptor overlord.

Recommending and getting recommendations for reading are some of the most delightful aspects of my job, a love language for sure. But conversely, I also find delight in a bad review. We have a patron that routinely returns his DVDs with the pronouncement- this is garbage, don’t waste your time! I love it. Delicious. Tell me more, exactly how bad was it? I shamelessly egg him on. Its ridiculous how fun it is to listen to a smart, witty person trash something. I cannot get enough.

The next book in the stack is Full Catastrophe Living by Jon Kabat-Zinn. I read the first edition in the 90’s but its always been a touchpoint, on stand-by. It is a delight when I discover breadcrumbs left by past-me for future-me. Good job young-me, you’re still an undergrad, confused and not very smart or experienced. You did the best you could with what you had, honey. And I am proud of you.

Zinn’s book returned to me in that twilight time of almost sleep. I strung together the words Pain, Brain, and Train as if I had just developed a new religion. I was ready to take it on the road. There is nothing more delightful than the intellectual grandiosity that occurs around the three o’clock hour! It’s also a delight in the morning when one lands on earth with the realization that the twilight genius was literally only three loosely related words that happen to rhyme.

On top of my weekend stack lays Toot! by Leslie Patricelli. It is a board book about the universality of farts. It is a gift for my grandchild (delight) but I want to vet it first. I love the idea of contributing to her positive body image by instilling a sense of lightness and humor and humane-ness to bodily functions. Depending on where she lives, she may not have reproductive rights but at least I can support her sense of bodily autonomy in these small ways. When I think of her pink, perfect, newness…it overwhelms me. She is hardly real.

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Last Updated On November 24, 2021

"There are no wolves in this movie." -one star review of The Wolf of Wall Street

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November. I have another short stack of delights. This time instead of pancakes these delights take the form of a stack of weekend reading material.

First up is a recommendation (delight), a work friend lent me her Cornell Lab of Ornithology LivingBird magazine so I can read about the peregrine falcon’s return to Taughannock. She put a post-it on the article so I can get right down to it. Do I even need to say that birds of prey are a delight? Too obvious. Such majesty right in our own backyards. I see the same (I assume) red-tailed hawk on the same power line on my commute to work everyday. It is a delight to say good morning. I wonder if I were wounded by the side of the road, would he come and sink those talons into my shoulder. I would happily be his familiar, put my fate in the wings of my raptor overlord.

Recommending and getting recommendations for reading are some of the most delightful aspects of my job, a love language for sure. But conversely, I also find delight in a bad review. We have a patron that routinely returns his DVDs with the pronouncement- this is garbage, don’t waste your time! I love it. Delicious. Tell me more, exactly how bad was it? I shamelessly egg him on. Its ridiculous how fun it is to listen to a smart, witty person trash something. I cannot get enough.

The next book in the stack is Full Catastrophe Living by Jon Kabat-Zinn. I read the first edition in the 90’s but its always been a touchpoint, on stand-by. It is a delight when I discover breadcrumbs left by past-me for future-me. Good job young-me, you’re still an undergrad, confused and not very smart or experienced. You did the best you could with what you had, honey. And I am proud of you.

Zinn’s book returned to me in that twilight time of almost sleep. I strung together the words Pain, Brain, and Train as if I had just developed a new religion. I was ready to take it on the road. There is nothing more delightful than the intellectual grandiosity that occurs around the three o’clock hour! It’s also a delight in the morning when one lands on earth with the realization that the twilight genius was literally only three loosely related words that happen to rhyme.

On top of my weekend stack lays Toot! by Leslie Patricelli. It is a board book about the universality of farts. It is a gift for my grandchild (delight) but I want to vet it first. I love the idea of contributing to her positive body image by instilling a sense of lightness and humor and humane-ness to bodily functions. Depending on where she lives, she may not have reproductive rights but at least I can support her sense of bodily autonomy in these small ways. When I think of her pink, perfect, newness…it overwhelms me. She is hardly real.

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