For Gregory Maguire readers

The Boston Globe is publishing a six-part serialization of a story by Gregory Maguire (yup, the one who wrote Wicked, among other books). The story is called "Gangster Teeth," and the first part is Tollbooth Orphan (the other five parts come out on the coming Tuesdays). Other than some annoyingly interpolated notes on words the editors thought kids wouldn't know (and of course couldn't look up for themselves... *snerk*), I rather liked it.
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Lysistrata

Last night I went to a staged reading of Lysistrata (Aristophanes), one of the thousand-plus that happened yesterday around the world as part of the Lysistrata Project.
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Brain meanderings

Do people who choose LJ names that are new to them feel that over time they change to fit this new persona? Is choosing a(n LJ) name for oneself easier for other people than it was for me (for them's that were choosing something new, of course)?

Getting drops of grapefruit juice off one's glasses once they've dried is really annoying.

I ate my first Twinkie ever this weekend. I don't understand why they have such popularity. It's also weird that the cream filling is inserted through three locations on the bottom.

It was fricking cold out last night. The strange part was that, while some of me did start to feel frozen by the end of my walk, my arms never did, despite wearing just a t-shirt under my coat (and other clothes over my legs, thanks very much).

My major annoyance with the cold snap is that it's doing something wonky to the driver's-side door on my car, making the lock, key, and catching mechanism not necessarily work. I hope it's only weather related.

I finished another crocheted bag. I need more yarn before I start another one (and someone who wants a crocheted bag; I have plenty for what I need). Or an idea of some other crocheting project; that would be good, too.

ill-fitting cloak has: nape gape
high-class scalawag: tony phony

[1715 addendum: I had some of the lentil-parsnip soup I was gifted with last night. It was really good, except that I could taste some cilantro in it. The taste is a nasty one to me (cilantro-defenders: it tastes different to you than it does to me, I promise.), but not overwhelming, and the rest of the soup was good. An email volley with the soup maker confirmed that there were cilantro *seeds* in the soup. I've never noticed the seeds so acutely before...]

Today's snail mail

...included a flier about an upcoming Boston collection of movies, readings, "special events," lectures and art shows dedicated to the idea of books / freedom of ideas / commemorating the 70th anniversary of a Nazi book burning in Berlin. The schedule of events is at Words on Fire (some things next week, running through mid-May). It's not just about "Jewish stuff," either, which I thought interesting.