i'm back! we were in annapolis, a fine place for a get-a-way. it's not all that far from here, but i had never been there before this weekend. we sailed onto the chesapeake. i got burned badly. i am quite a paleface. redface now.
among other highlights were doing yet another ghost tour. we're averaging one a week now. i still have yet to see a single ghost, and actually, i think the entire noz household feels like we can give the ghost tour thing a rest for a little while. as mrs. noz remarked, the various ghost tales are all starting to blend together.
i'm almost through reading lolita in tehran. i've never actually read lolita (nor have i been to tehran). it's good, but not gripping. i'm enjoying as i go, but not racing ahead as i do with books i truly love. nevertheless, i'll probably finish tonight. each chapter is structured around a book--lolita, "the great gatsby", "daisy miller", and probably one more, but i'm not sure because i haven't finished yet. anyway, the book within-the-book is sort of the point of reference for western readers to understand the bit of iranian history that is described in that chapter of the memoir. my problem is, i've never read any of the framing books (well, i read "gatsby", but that was over 15 years ago when i was forced to in high school so i remember virtually nothing. so it doesn't count), but i have read a lot about iranian history. so while most people who read "reading lolita in tehran" probably learn about the islamic revolution and it's aftermath by reference to these pieces of american literature, i am learning about american literature by reference to my knowledge of iranian history.
it's also really friggin hot and i feel like doing nothing else today but sitting on my ass and goofing around inside.
ah, sundays.
