I've decided to have dinner at home and then leave for Long Valley after dinner. It should take me about a half-hour to get there. In the meantime, I was alternately packing, showering, eating gang karee at a Thai restaurant, and reading this delightful little tome:
Changing Planes by Ursula K. Le Guin A series of sci-fi/fantasy ethnographies of sorts united by a single proposition: What if, in airports, we could change *dimensional* planes? The narrator, loosely based I'll presume on the author, travels to or at least recounts singular idiosyncracies of the fifteen different worlds. From women who are 4% corn to fractal languages to seasonal migrations to a tourist plane to bird people who mistrust flying--this is Le Guin doing what she does best--world and culture building on magnificent scale. Plus subtly incisive political and social satire. Always a bonus, that. The book is perfect for, yes, times when trapped in an airport or for days, like mine today, when there are many other things competing for your attention...but all you want to do is get lost in a good book, even if that means for only the shortest snippets of time at a time. Le Guin's language is at once accessible and beautiful, the voice of a puissant social scientist or anthropologist, and about the only think that bugs me ever is her repeated use of the word "foray." A gorgeous cover combined with whimsical interior illustrations by Eric Beddows makes this book the purest of pleasures. Save this book for a gloomy time in your life when all you want to do is change planes.