- the first season of The Sarah Jane Adventures, aka the gateway drug that will inevitably make my sons Doctor Who fans, and
- a collection of Edgar Allan Poe poems.
The boys were particularly intrigued by the latter. For the past few weeks "Zarf" and "Klaxon" have been watching episodes of Ruby Gloom. One of the characters is a talking raven named Poe, whose brothers are called Edgar and Allan. They asked me to read "The Raven."
I have many strengths. I can fold a fitted sheet so that when someone opens my linen closest they can't tell which are the top sheets and which are the fitted. I can stretch a dollar from here to next Sunday. I'm great at hemming pants. Have a 600 piece Lego set that needs building? I'm your gal! Want a policy and procedure manual drafted for your non-profit organization? I have experience! I have never met a bookshelf that I could not organize so you can find whatever you need in SECONDS. I have freakish upper body strength and can carrying very large packages with ease. I'm up to the challenge of reading aloud a story that requires multiple voices with various regional accents!
But I can not read poetry. I stumble. I stutter. I stymie myself and my listeners.
So like any sane, technologically savvy person, I outsourced the matter to a pro: John De Lancie:
Zarf and Klaxon sat and listened to Mr De Lancie -- known to Trekkies as the omnipotent trickster Q from Star Trek -- in silence. Then we talked. Did the raven really speak? Did the narrator just imagine it? How did Lenore die? Was the reference to Pluto about the god or the dwarf planet (god, in case you are wondering)? What kind of person has a bust of Athena in their study?
I was so pleased with this child-led language lesson, I mentioned it on twitter. Later I noticed someone had responded:
If I tell you that I squealed with joy when I read John De Lancie's tweet, will you think less of me?