{"id":921,"date":"2005-04-24T12:46:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-24T16:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/921"},"modified":"2005-04-24T12:46:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-24T16:46:00","slug":"that-was-weird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/921","title":{"rendered":"That was weird"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I just fell asleep on the sofa while idly browsing through a dry and uninspiring critical feminist re-reading of Robert Browning&#8217;s character, Pompilia. While napping, I had a dream about my uncle. He was looking at me and shaking his head, with his big, mischievous snaggle-toothed grin and holding out a large rum and coke to me. We were at the back of his old house in the Bahamas, looking out at the water, with the sun shining through the palms and the pool rippling, and he laughed at me and said, in his gruff commanding accent:<\/p>\n<p><i>&#8220;What in the bloody hell are you doing? Sitting about, getting a lot of nothing done? You should be outside. Island living. Come on, finish up whatever that nonsense is, put on some shoes and come outside. You need to lose some weight, lovely young thing like yourself. Get a rum and coke, and either come help me mitre some cabinets, or take yourself to the beach for some fresh conch salad. Take your cousins, too, they&#8217;ve been glued to their bloody monitors all day. Go get some sun.&#8221;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Then I woke up, in my breezeless sunless condo, to a massive pile of books on changing legal statutes in the Victorian era. Sigh.<\/p>\n<p>Island living. What a great idea. Now I really want to <a href=\"http:\/\/weather.yahoo.com\/forecast\/BFXX0005.html\">go to Nassau<\/a>. Current weather conditions, mix of clouds and sun, twenty-seven degrees celcius. High near 80F. Winds WNW at 10 to 20 mph.<\/p>\n<p>Instead, I&#8217;ve just mixed myself an R&#038;C. That should help this essay move faster! Onward!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I just fell asleep on the sofa while idly browsing through a dry and uninspiring critical feminist re-reading of Robert Browning&#8217;s character, Pompilia. While napping, I had a dream about my uncle. He was looking at me and shaking his head, with his big, mischievous snaggle-toothed grin and holding out a large rum and coke <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/921\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-921","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/921"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=921"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/921\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}