May 23rd, 2006

Me

Oh boy, I must have been tired!

I just woke up, having slept for 11½ hours. I thought I'd be on a normal sleep schedule when I woke up around 6 to use the bathroom, but I fell right back asleep. I guess my body needed it. I feel like I could sleep still more.
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One of the things I did while back in the U.S. was watch the last few episodes of The West Wing. I'm pretty certain I can say that it and Coupling are the only television series I've seen every episode of, and there were a lot more of the former than the latter. Granted, that last couple of seasons of The West Wing weren't as well written as the first several. And the series finale was anticlimactic. The napkin from the New Hampshire primary was a nice touch, as was bringing Rob Lowe back for a couple of episodes. I guess I was expecting the series to go out with a bang, a la Newhart, and not a whimper.

Part of me is sad that I won't get to see how Santos fares as president, with Josh and Sam running the staff, or that I won't get to see Josh and Donna's relationship continue to blossom, finally. But I also realize that it would simply be more of the same, with inferior writing, and that the potential is far more interesting than anything these writers could do with it. (The most interesting thing about the new administration, the dynamic created by having Vinnick in the Cabinet, would be relegated, by the nature of the show, to a very minor role.) They would have failed to recapture the chemistry shared by Leo, Josh, Sam, Toby, C.J., and Charlie in those first few seasons. It's appropriate the series came to a close.
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  1. Merton, Thomas — The Seven Storey Mountain: An Autobiography of Faith

As you know, if you've been following these book posts, The Seven Storey Mountain can be a little slow going at times. It took me a while to get into it, and I had to take a break to read other stuff. There were other times, though, when I couldn't put the Merton down.

I think I stumbled upon the Merton at the right time, a time when I was lonely, heartbroken, and receptive to a lot of what Merton had to say. So much of what he wrote struck close to home or inspired me. This reading enriched the soul-searching I've been doing the last couple of months.

I had hoped to finish this while I was in Boston, so I wouldn't have to lug it back to London. Instead, I finished it on the plane…and then I almost left it behind because I was so busy chatting with the sexy Indian girl who sat next to me on the flight. For shame! I had to go back to the plane and ask an attendant to retrieve my book for me. That's how close y'all came to being spared the following few passages that caught my attention that I want to share with you: Collapse )