I adore Amy Krouse Rosenthal's idea of creative nonfiction in encyclopedia format. It makes me want to document my entire life in encyclopedia format. Really, though, wouldn't that be a delightful way to journal? Every day I could write a new entry for my encyclopedia, although I don't know if I would ever try to publish it, because Rosenthal has that covered already. Does the world want two Encyclopedias of an Ordinary Life? I guess I could get to work and have an exciting life, and mine could be called Encyclopedia of an Exciting Life. For right now though, my life is not necessarily exciting to anyone but myself. So, anyway, if I decided to write encyclopedia-journals, today's entry would look something like this:
Today my dad suprised my mom by having a convection oven/microwave delivered to our house. He did this because several weeks ago, I was using the microwave and noticed strange sounds and smells emitting from the appliance. When I opened it to remove whatever I was warming up, and found that the food was still cold. Strange. The microwave before that one had to be replaced shortly after, as a teenager, I decided to see what would happen if I microwaved a cd (by the way, it was very "cool"--I only put it in for 3 or 4 seconds, and it sparked inside the microwave and had a crackled design when I took it out). My family tried to blame the loss of the microwave on me, but I maintained that the microwave was old and broken anyway, so whatever I did was a mere drop in the bucket. So, considering these accusations, it was interesting to me that I was the one to discover our current microwave's brokenness. Our new contraption is both a convection oven and a microwave which is, let's face it, pretty genius. I can't wait to use it.