Barnacles and princesses

I went to a talk this evening: Kathleen Dean Moore on "The Truth of the Barnacles: Rachel Carson and the Moral Significance of Wonder." She's a philosophy professor at Oregon State and the author of three books of nature essays; I don't know if she also publishes in philosophy journals and I'm curious about that. I've exchanged a few e-mails with her on wonder and nature, and tonight I got to introduce myself to her. (I'd also seen her speak at ASLE.)

Earlier this evening, D. amused me by becoming fascinated with the "bonus extras" on the Cinderella DVD I'd brought home from the library. He designed himself a royal palace, a fancy bedroom, and the sort of beautiful white gown he'd like to wear if he was a girl. It was quite tasteful, really. I'm proud that he's comfortable doing that sort of thing.

(It's pouring rain now, and windy, both of which sound beautiful. I'm glad it was clear when I drove to campus and back - I hadn't driven after dark since I bought that Harry Potter book in July.)