Lest anyone think my title is original, it's not. I don't know how many places sell the t-shirts, so far I've heard the Monterey Bay Aquarium and someplace in Alaska. They may sell them right here in Louisville for all I know. Of course, there are few actual sea otters in the Bay of Louisville---
In other news I went to see the movie about penguins today. There was a five-year-old in the seat next to me who kept climbing out of her seat and saying "Mommy I'm bored." She became happier when the baby penguins cracked their way out of their shells. I feel very dumb because after seeing the movie I'm not sure if penguins are made of feathers or fur.
Yeah, I know they're birds.
As I knew in advance a new Harry Potter book was due out in the middle of the semester, I probably should have put it on my reading list. Then I would have felt industrious rather than indulgent during the 48 hours in which free moments were spent glued to the misadventures of wizards and witches. What does a poet stand to gain from reading a book which sold 6.9 million copies in the first 24 hours on the shelf??? Wouldn't it be weird if a poetry book sold 500 copies in the first 24 hours? It's strange that I'm a Harry Potter fan, I used to enjoy avoiding fads and mainstream enthusiasms. While I was reading this number six of seven, I kept wondering if I was binging on literary junk food. At the same time I was having thoughts like: "Well, I'll take the trash out in a minute, right now I've got to find out if Snape is really a Death Eater."
For those of you who might have kept up with my blog and are aware of my intellectual/spiritual crisis --- I don't know the difference between good and evil --- I will let you know that my allegiances are clear when it comes to Harry and his gang. What I'm less certain about is whether the black cat walking on the keyboard as I try to type this is in league with the Wicked Witch of the West.Probably not, because this particular cat doesn't mind getting soaked when it rains .
So as you can see I'm still running alongside the poetry bus trying to wave down the driver. Either that or I'm passing the poetry bus in my
black Jaguar, with a patronizing wave at the driver. Neither of these scenarios are appropriate because today my mentor sent back her comments on the rough draft of my ECE, meaning I had better board the poetry bus gratefully, put my token in the box, and take a seat.
My next blog entry will be on the use of the definite article in Wordsworth's "Prelude."