This postLast night I watched The Inheritance, a Feature Films for Families movie based on the book by Louisa May Alcott. I liked it a lot. Sure, it’s not perfect, but it’s wholesome and I left feeling good. That’s what it really comes down to.
While walking down the hill afterwards, a realization came to me: I was born in the wrong century.
It hit me like an avalanche. I really should’ve been born in the mid-1800s — I long for that era, feel so much more at home there than I do here, and pine for what I’ve lost whenever I read or watch anything that reminds me of it. The proverbial light bulb also clicked on above my head and explained why I dress the way I do: it’s the closest I can get to 19th-century attire while staying within social norms. :) (If I wore my suit every day, that’s over the top. But a colored shirt and dress pants are merely classy.) This has been subconscious until now, but it makes a lot of sense. The maddening thing is that I’m stuck here in the 21st century and have no way to get back home.
My tongue is halfway in my cheek.
Speaking of the nineteenth century, I bought Persuasion from the bookstore yesterday. Lovely book, Oxford World Classics edition. As I browsed the shelves, I began to notice that in the last few months I’ve become very particular about the typography of the books I buy. Books I would have bought without a second thought last year are now denied even a longer glance once I see the typeface or lack of margins. I also learned that not all Penguin Classics are made equal; my War and Peace and Jane Eyre seem to be anomalies, not the rule. I suspect that I’d need to find older editions to go back to that lovely Garamond (it’s close to Garamond Premier Pro, I think).
Partly because of that, I’ve decided to use Garamond Premier Pro for Project Cumorah (the reader’s edition of the Book of Mormon I’m typesetting). It’s looking good. I’m going to try to finish both it and the Thai romanized hymnbooks I’m setting within two weeks.
