I'm not planning to move one muscle today, if I can help it. If we're Facebook friends, you already know why: I'm recuperating from the beginners Pilates class I took yesterday with several other Pittsburgh bloggers (all of whom are much more fit and active than yours truly). Let's put it this way: The Betty and Boo Chronicles won't be transforming itself from a book/autism mom/food/politics/unniched blog into a fitness blog anytime soon.
Don't get me wrong: I'm glad I had the opportunity to try the class (which I'll write about in a separate post), and I'm even happier I had the chance to meet these lovely ladies. As you'll recall from my "You Could Have Wound Up in a Coma (And Other Phrases You Don't Want Your Doctor to Tell You" post, I sometimes need a kick in the ass to get moving (and believe me, this morning, I definitely feel like I've been kicked in the ass and everywhere else).
The truth of the matter is that I never was good at group sports. (Support Group for Those Still Suffering from Being Chosen Last In Gym Class now forming here!) That's still true today. I just think that I am more suited to more solitary exercise pursuits ... such as, say, walking around the neighborhood while listening to an audiobook.
Speaking of which, I finished listening to Michael Pollan's In Defense of Food yesterday on the way home from the Pilates class. How apropos, as there WAS food involved as part of this event. We went to the restaurant Habitat afterward, which I'll be reviewing in a separate post. (Look at me, getting several blog posts out of several hours!)
I liked In Defense of Food as a reminder of all that, but as a vegetarian for 17 years who has been shopping from the farmer's market and avoiding as much processed crap as possible and eating seasonally ('cause all of the above are cheaper on this unemployed mama's budget), I didn't feel like I personally got much new out of the book. It felt dated, and that's probably a result of the 2008 publication date. Still, I liked it for the introduction of Scott Brick as an audiobook narrator I plan to look for in the future (and the fact that In Defense of Food was one of my personal TBR books that I knocked off the shelves. Booyah!)
Randy Shilts's amazing And the Band Played On: Politics, People, and the AIDS Epidemic), I was thrilled.
Gone Girl is currently #1 on the New York Times hardcover bestseller list, and with very good reason. People, THIS LIVES UP TO ALL THE HYPE and then some. This is one hell of a head fake of a book and I am loving it to no end. I cannot remember the last time, if ever, that I was reading a NYT hardcover bestseller while it was currently a NYT hardcover bestseller. I truly can't.
One of my Goodreads statuses for this recently was "I am going to be a gone girl to my family until I finish this," which is true. I've only been able to read this in short snatches (um, bad choice of words there?) but thanks to recuperating from the Pilates class, I gain some extra couch potato time today that will allow me to spend some time being figuratively and literarily (is that a word?) gone.
Later, my friends.
What is the Sunday Salon? Imagine some university library's vast reading room. It's filled with people--students and faculty and strangers who've wandered in. They're seated at great oaken desks, books piled all around them, and they're all feverishly reading and jotting notes in their leather-bound journals as they go. Later they'll mill around the open dictionaries and compare their thoughts on the afternoon's literary intake....
That's what happens at the Sunday Salon, except it's all virtual. Every Sunday the bloggers participating in that week's Salon get together--at their separate desks, in their own particular time zones--and read. And blog about their reading. And comment on one another's blogs. Think of it as an informal, weekly, mini read-a-thon, an excuse to put aside one's earthly responsibilities and fall into a good book.
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