The Archive of David Foster Wallace

Newsweek has an article about David Foster Wallace's archive, which is in Texas.  I haven't ever even read any Wallace, but now I really want to read him and explore this archive.  I've never really looked through the extra bits of author's before, but it sounds like the sort of thing I would like to do.  It sounds like treasure hunting, but better, because the finds are literary and historical in nature.
Maybe someday the archive will go online, like Jane Austen's recent stuff?  One can only hope. 

Riddle Me This

I have a love/hate relationship with riddles.  Two Nerd History Girls recently posted some riddles from a  woman's magazine.
As I was reading through them, I thought about how crossword puzzles have a distinctive style of clues, and how interesting it would be if someone made these riddles the clues for a crossword, so that it was a unique crossword in that it had an unusual style of clues.  Maybe if I have time I'll make one?  (Once the ladies post answers, since it's too late for me to figure most of these out and I'm supposed to be studying right now anyway.)
On a related note, women's magazines are really fascinating.  And not always as different from the modern variety.  I don't know if anyone's done this yet, but an online archive of them might be a lot of fun. 

Monte Cassino

Tori, Ashley and I went out to dinner.  We went to a little restaurant near home.  The last time I had been here, I had gone with Jennifer when I desperately needed to talk to her.  I had the mac and cheese and it had been terrible.  I wasn't going to do that again.  I ordered saganaki and a veggie burger instead.
I love a good veggie burger.  I know a lot of people complain that they are not that good because they do not taste like meat, I do not notice much of a difference.  I'm actually pretty impressed with their ability to get a bunch of semi-mashed vegetables to taste like meat.
And then there's saganaki.  It's delicious.  It's a simple thing, but I have it infrequently enough that when I do have it, it makes me really happy.  Tori and Ashley had never had it before, so I let them try some.
Ashley talked to us about her father and traveling.  She was complaining that her Dad only likes to go to the beach when they go on vacation, and that she would like to go to museums and monuments and shop a little and do all the other things that normal people do I vacation.  I suggested Rome to her, because it's close enough to beaches that might satisfy her Dad and lots of museums and things she would like.
What I should have said, now that I'm thinking about it, is about the area between Rome and Naples.  That whole area is supposed to be covered with beautiful beaches and lots of history.  Ostia is an important ancient Roman city.

And between Rome and Naples is Monte Cassino.  It's one of those places I've always wanted to go to.  As someone who is interested in monasticism, Monte Cassino is important because it is the birthplace of Western monasticism, where St. Benedict of Nursia, the founder of the Benedictines and inspiration behind so many other orders, began his community.  In addition to that, it is also the former site of a pagan temple to Apollo and the site of the Battle of Monte Cassino.  A Polish cemetery is located there, where over a thousand Polish soldiers who died during that battle are buried.  Also buried there are St. Benedict (for obvious reasons) and St. Scholastica, his sister and a nun.  The monastery also once held the archives of the Keats-Shelley House in Rome.
I want to go, want to take a tour, want to take in mass, want to look through their archive, and want to put red poppies on the graves of those Polish soldiers.  (It's part of a song, "The Red Poppies of Monte Cassino.")  
Never mind, I don't think Ashley would like to do this as much as me.  Talking about traveling got me daydreaming again.  One of the many problems with traveling is that it seems to be a never-ending desire.  Going a little does not really satisfy it. 
After we finished eating, and paid our bills, we went home.