Hard to believe it’s been a month since I have last posted. But there was the first week of July when I had my best friend and my family converge on me. Then, the second week, dealing with work and how ambivalent I have felt about it as of late. Studying for the GMAT. Oh, and Harry Potter dying! He dies, right? Just kidding.
So my real-life old friend is having a baby shortly, and my Internet old friend is having a baby soon (one hopes, for his wife). Snuggles’ work friends are all having babies as well. Having been an avid fan of dooce.com for years now, and reading tangentially about the crying and the lack of sleep and the Mommy Wars (which sound uncomfortably like Witch Wars), I am a bit grateful to be a DINK. Ironically, that was my sister’s nickname as a kid, and she was the first to reproduce, and quickly at that. Goes to show how some parental influence never sticks.
I now have a good reason to check the water.
But on to the Boy Who Lived. I saw him in both theatrical and book format this month, and I liked both. JK Rowling really knocked the last book out of the park, and the ending really reminded me about a book I was supposed to read in college for a Buddhism class. All the right themes are discussed in Joseph Campbell’s Hero of 1000 Faces, if you care about what makes a good story about heroes. When I have seen the “Harry Potter is Jesus” and Narnia comparisons recently, I start shaking my head at the Internets.
“No, no, no,” I say, “This all goes back much farther, and here’s the definitive account.”
But I don’t really post on fan site message boards anymore, having learned That Lesson. For a better reason, go to this journalfen blog about Harry Potter fandom in the early ‘aughts. But only if you have several hours. When I read it, I stayed up until 2am, transfixed at the sheer soapy drama emanating from the story. I couldn’t pull myself away.
I will try to write more in August.Tags: friends, mba