1) When I was younger, I thought that other people couldn’t hear it when your stomach made noises. I persisted in this belief until college, when someone made note of my growling stomach one day. “You can hear that???” I replied to my dumbfounded conversant.
2) I thought it somehow filtered its way internally through your body to your eyes. I most often heard my own stomach make noises at night, when things are less well defined. I thought it was like the seed pillow. In theory, it’s a pleasant pillow. In practice, 20,000 tiny seeds generate a cacophony of sounds in your ear when you stick your head on it. I have made guests try to use it several times.
3) Because I’m a greedy sort of person, I bought myself Season 2 of Rome this winter. I love Rome. And, as it turns out, that exact time period is my bread and butter. I took a class on Augustan Rome in college. Though it is no longer posted, I had a quote from a biography on Livia (Octavian’s wife) describing Tiberius (mentioned in passing here) on the website for about 4 years. “Aloof and austere amid the grace and smooth perfidy of popular society” or something like that. I also have purchased a book on Augustan Rome in each of the last two years, including the brilliant “Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire“, which I read in its entirety. Why is this? Because Gaius Octavius Caesar (Augustus) is my hero. I don’t care what Bess says, he’s my hero in Rome as well. At least he is halfway through Season 2, if he starts ramming goats (if I thought that “ramming kids” would fit the audience I’d use that. Think about it. It’s punnilicious) I might become uncomfortable.
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What is the seed pillow? Sounds v. intriguing.