Standing here believing that in the dark there is a clue.

Meaning is complicated.

( Ramblings. About A. And life. )

There's a meme thing going around that is asking people about books, and one of the questions is something like "five books that have a lot of meaning for you". Meaning is weird. But here are five books anyway:

Querencia, Steve Bodio. OOP, I think. Track it down anyway. Autobiography. Nature book. Love story. Portrait of New Mexico. And, goodness, Dad wrote a review of it.

Black Beauty, Anna Sewell. This was my first Grownup Book. I slept with it under my pillow or tucked into my covers until I was forbidden to due to damage to book and/or self.

Pogo, Walt Kelly. Or any of the collections of Pogo work will do. A solid grounding in this stuff makes me make much more sense. Really, honest. Ask donperros.

Cyteen, C. J. Cherryh. I could cite a number of Cherryh's works, actually, but decided on this one because every time I read it I get some new level of understanding -- sometimes of the world inside the book. Sometimes of my world.

Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman, Richard Feynman, Ralph Leighton, Edward Hutchings (Editor). Just because.

*snorts at music*

Standing on a dream
Isn't what it seems
Could we then reclaim a dream refused?
Knowing what we know
Could we let it go
Realising that all the years are used. . .