A non-skiing day
Well, absolutely nothing I did today had anything even remotely to do with skiing. The main point of this website is to give you a glimpse into the life of a Nordic ski racer but some days I just don't do any skiing, or waxing, or talk to skiers, or think about skiing. Some days I just live a plain old normal life.
Like today. This morning I took the second Actuarial Exam at the Mountaineers Club in Queen Anne. Don't ask, I don't know what an actuary does either. Then I met my old college housemate Tara for lunch. Tara got into Sea-Tac this morning from a 2 month peregrination in Thailand and Laos so I spent the better part of the afternoon dreaming about wandering off to far off places with no itinerary and no return ticket. Then, as it wasn't raining and I was rolling with no car, I wandered South along the wharf to downtown Seattle. I did pass the SAM Olympic Sculpture Park which, I guess, did make me think briefly about the Olympics and skiing. I had a little trouble understanding what this sculpture was all about
but I've included the artist's statement which totally explained it.
I thought maybe I could buy myself a present for finishing (and making it on time to) my exam this morning so when I wandered into a used bookstore and found a Nabokov book I haven't read I splurged (well, $8) and bought it for myself. I'm not, in general, very acquisitive but I do like to own books. Then I went to look at the sea-life at the Seattle Aquarium.
A non-skiing day. Almost like a vacation, you might say. And now I plan to delve into Nabokov to balance out my very math intense morning.
Like today. This morning I took the second Actuarial Exam at the Mountaineers Club in Queen Anne. Don't ask, I don't know what an actuary does either. Then I met my old college housemate Tara for lunch. Tara got into Sea-Tac this morning from a 2 month peregrination in Thailand and Laos so I spent the better part of the afternoon dreaming about wandering off to far off places with no itinerary and no return ticket. Then, as it wasn't raining and I was rolling with no car, I wandered South along the wharf to downtown Seattle. I did pass the SAM Olympic Sculpture Park which, I guess, did make me think briefly about the Olympics and skiing. I had a little trouble understanding what this sculpture was all about
but I've included the artist's statement which totally explained it.
I thought maybe I could buy myself a present for finishing (and making it on time to) my exam this morning so when I wandered into a used bookstore and found a Nabokov book I haven't read I splurged (well, $8) and bought it for myself. I'm not, in general, very acquisitive but I do like to own books. Then I went to look at the sea-life at the Seattle Aquarium.
A non-skiing day. Almost like a vacation, you might say. And now I plan to delve into Nabokov to balance out my very math intense morning.
posted by LAV at 18:54
4 Comments:
Which Nabokov? He's a personal favorite of mine.
Pale Fire. and so far, it's all that I had hoped for!
Although exhaustingly meta, I totally endorse Pale Fire. It's one of the overlooked masterpieces of contemporary lit.
I would also highly recommend Pnin, as well as his "autobiography" Speak, Memory . His criticism is terrific too (particularly of Kafka's metamorphosis).
Actually, his entire canon is remarkable. Sorry to be so excited. Pale Fire is among my top five favorite books ever.
knuteric- I now have Pnin on my list. Pale Fire was fascinating, half the time I wanted to laugh at Kinbote and half the time I was sad. Nabokov did manage to insert Lolita and Pnin into the story which amused me (I think Hurricane Lolita and a Dr. Pnin).
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