So you filled your hands

I am determined to make this a routine. Setting aside a certain time for an activity means it's more likely to happen, even if I'm still figuring out exactly what space and purpose that activity is going to occupy.

I feel like I want to talk about this primal stories thing, and also see if I can come up with a phrase that doesn't include the word "primal" -- it fits, but it makes me squirmy. There are certain words that when you come out of a University of Chicago undergraduate experience, they just never sound the same -- text, interrogate, a whole host of others I'm too tired to pin down at the moment. They just ping at you, like muscle memory, and all of a sudden you're looking around on either side of you to see if That Guy is in the room, or if it's you.

"Foundational" is another one -- so, here's my partial, late-night list of foundational texts from the first decade (which would be much more complete if I hadn't packed and moved most of the books I have with me in Chicago):

Gary Larson, The Far Side

Bill Watterson, Calvin & Hobbes

The Odyssey of Homer

Brian Jacques, Mossflower

The Adventures of Milo and Otis

Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels

Richard Adams, Watership Down and Traveller

Norman Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

Berkeley Breathed, Bloom County
and, we must not forget,

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles