Wednesday, December 31, 2008
So here I am, 9 am, and what have I accomplished?
- Cleaned out the puppy's kennel.
- Cuddled puppy.
- Ate yogurt.
- Cuddled jealous cat.
- Watched YouTube subscription videos.
- Rediscovered Twitter while cuddling puppy.
- Went on LT - puppy not interested.
- Checked all of the every-day sites to be visited.
- Cuddled puppy more.
- Took off puppy's sweater.
- Cleaned out puppy's kennel again.
- Made some Pumpkin Spice Latte (delicious!).
- Watched puppy play around while surfing 'net.
- Read 2.5 pages in the book which I wish to finish by lunch.
- Logged into the Blog.
So there you have it. 'What's this puppy,' you ask? Good eye, sleuth! Last night, Sean and I took in a puppy from the Capital Area Humane Society. She, Lucy, is the most adorable little underweight runt I've had the good fortune of meeting. Later, I'll borrow a friend's camera and post pictures.
Needless to say, the puppy has thrown a wrench in my good-scholar plans.
Not that I consider this to be a bad thing, really...
Lucy has hiccups, and therefore needs more cuddling. That's all for now!
Monday, December 29, 2008
I think it's on heckuva accomplishment!
Which brings me to my New Year's Resolution - 75 Books in 2009.
While I'm not entirely convinced that it's possible (since my life will flip upside-down, come graduation) but I'd still like to try. LibraryThing has been my best friend this year, and I've been able to keep track of almost everything I've read!
A quick-list of some of the most memorable:
The Boleyn Inheritance
The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox < (Just finished this last night.) The Tale of Despereaux
The Thirteenth Tale
The Writing Life
Writing with Style
A Room of One's Own
Writing Down the Bones
Cutting Down the Vines of the Past
Blessing the House (poetry)
The Other Boleyn Girl
Bird by Bird
The Seduction of the Crimson Rose
Franny and Zooey
Year of Wonders
The Secret History of the Pink Carnation
Deception of the Emerald Ring
Looking for Alaska
It's been a good year. Sean has fallen into Zombie Madness, preparing for the imminent apocalypse. Strange, but it's caused him to read far more books than past years. School has gone well, and I've found myself fortunate to make a truly great friend. At times, I'm pretty sure that we're the same person, we're so alike. I (finally) met my youngest cousin, Carlynne (Carlie). She's absolutely adorable. Over the summer, Sean and I fostered two dogs from CAHS, and hope to bring in another sometime today or tomorrow. That is, if they ever email me back! My sister is doing exceptionally well at her art college, pulling in all kinds of awards and opportunities. My little brother has suddenly become a pre-teen, complete with peach fuzz on his upper lip. Strange.
I got to spend an entire day with my Grandma and cousin Claire last week, going through all of her old books. Now, I have a 3 page list of books to look up on Alibris and other sites, to try to determine the value of these precious tomes. Some might be worth something. Others are full of crayon and memories. Grandma and Grandpa are weeding, you see. They plan to have a huge yard sale this summer, and then sell the house. THE HOUSE. I'll be so distraught to see it go. I love that house. Anyway, Gram and Gramp want to move into the retirement community just across Burcham. And I want to buy their house (haha)!
Alright, this is enough internet-ing for now. I've got to make lunch, and then hit the books.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
First was Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale, a wonderful novel with a charming heroine. I very much enjoyed it, and plan to pass it along to my good friend. Lots of references to Dickens, Collins, Austen, and the world of rare books and manuscripts. Throw in biography, and you've captured my heart!
Then, I plucked The Bookshop (Penelope Fitzgerald) from my stack of TBRs. It was alright, but certainly not as good as The Thirteen Tale. 1960s England, a lonely woman, a bookshop, and so much passive aggression in her small town, that I felt nervous throughout the book. The characters were interesting, and there was a bit of mystery until the end. Still, I don't think I'll recommend or return to this novel any time soon.
Mitch Albom has a stirring editorial in the Freep today, shaming the senators who fight against the Big 3 Bailout.
I think I may have lost a bit of weight.
Time to go pack up and head back to HTP, after an extended weekend with Sean.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Want to take a gander? Currently, The length is hovering between 10 and 11 pages. If you have a few moments, would you mind giving it a once-over? I'm most interested in your personal reactions to it (but any typo/error spotting is excellent). It's an easy read, and you might even learn something from it!
The essay is still, obviously, in progress. Although the style is somewhat non-linear, the transition breaks serve as signals to keep readers from feeling to jostled. If you like or dislike the organization of the essay, please let me know! If it parts seem unresolved, that's because this essay feels as if it'll never end! Let me know what bits bother you, and I'll focus on them, first.
Acres of field stretched for to the left and right, down to the shoreline of Lake Ray Hubbard. To the left were the drainage ditches. Dusty crickets hopped up and down their walls, which served as army trenches during warfare and various dining rooms and bedrooms when we played house. Behind us, up the hill, houses were perched and watchful. My mother peered down at us from the porch, sipping her special extra-tart lemonade and solving crossword puzzles. We were bound to only the parts of the field from which we could see her, and no further.
Trees were rare, but the small grove to the right offered enough shade from the bright, stifling sun. They also functioned as the perfect fort. There was a passage between the tall pine and the few other prairie trees, all stunted by the drought-like conditions. A scabby-kneed seven-year-old could crawl between the broken branches with ease, to find our secret hiding place. We were not the first to find this oasis of imagination. The packed dirt floor was accessorized with an old kitchen rug, and candy wrappers served as decorations around the perimeter. Old beer bottles littered the dusty ground beneath the pine tree. In our third summer, we found an abandoned motorcycle wedged into the prickly holly bushes. These lost treasures were carefully stowed away within our fort’s recesses.
Our countless days of adventuring created a network of paths through the tall grasses, as we civilized our lands, creating a world of our own. Past the original fort, we discovered the remains of a forgotten hideout at the end of a little-used trail. Our own fort paled in comparison when we found a rickety bench and a broken walkie-talkie. Under our ownership, this new outpost became a favorite part of our expanding civilization. With each summer, our boundaries expanded to conquer new areas, such as the old storm drain, the rusted box springs, and finally, the abandoned Buick. The world was ours for the taking.
At the end of each day, we tramped back over the paths, and stretched out on the porch’s wooden planks. Dusty socks peeled away to reveal clean white ankles and feet. Our pale toes wiggled freely in the evening light.
With June came the fire. Dad usually spotted the smoke first, a few miles down, away from the subdivisions. From our safe roost, we climbed up onto the porch railings to peer at the jumping flames. We never knew what sparked the field fires, and did not bother guessing as we watched the dark smoke billow up into the blindingly bright blue sky. What the fires took would grow back anew each spring, and they never spread close enough to our forts, our lands. When the licking flames came each summer, we sipped tart lemonade and watched the field turn to ash.
Detroit’s Hudson Building has turns to dust before our eyes. We count down as if it were New Years Eve, but why? Rather than the beginning of something new, we watch the demise of a beautiful treasure with baited breath.
“It’s a real shame, you know?” Dad sets aside the paper to watch an instant replay of the implosion, muting the chatter of the news anchors on television. “They should have done something with it. A hotel, or something.”
“And who would have stayed in it?” My mother sips her coffee, eyes glued to the footage. “No one comes to Detroit, anymore. No one would pay to renovate it.”
The footage runs on the television a third time. Where once stood a retail monument is now a heap of rubble. Plumes of dust rise like smoke, obscuring the grey Detroit skyline.
“Still,” Dad sighs as he shakes the paper back to its upright stance. “Somebody should have done something.”
Through a system of satellites, cameras, and the Internet, Google’s map website can show an aerial view of any place on Earth. Earlier this year I found this website, and was thrilled when the search for my old address in Texas took me back, virtually, to the old neighborhood on the hill.
“What the hell?!”
With my nose only a few inches from the computer screen, I clicked the mouse to zoom in and out, not able to get my bearings. “Where is it?”
The old brown roof of my house blinked blankly at me. I knew I had the right address, but something was horribly wrong.
“Mom?” I leaned toward the open doorway, calling into the kitchen. “Mom, there’s… there’s something wrong with Texas…”
Together, we toyed with the map, puzzling over the unfamiliar landscape. Our house stood in the same place, as did the houses of our old neighbors. Lake Ray Hubbard sparkled in the sun a few acres away. But the space in between, what should have been our golden field, had been replaced by rows of cookie-cutter houses.
Dozens of gray roofs stood in orderly lines, the perfect specimen of a new-age Dallas subdivision. Every third house has a chlorinated swimming pool in the fenced-in back yard. Their driveways were inhabited by fuzzy grey blobs – SUVs, most likely. Everything was blue and gray, and unnatural.
If left alone for too long, Detroit’s forgotten factories and other abandoned buildings will be reclaimed by nature. In some places, it has already begun. Traditional urban wildlife creatures – squirrels, raccoons, rats, and pigeons – are now joined by less traditional urban animals that call Detroit home. Pheasants have taken up roosts in the old boat yard along the Detroit River. Their presence, in turn, has brought suburban hunters downtown with silenced rifles and a hunger for game. Factories and other complexes open to the elements are often overgrown and unkempt, serving as an oasis for animals in the city. Additional echoes of wildlife and nature can be found within forgotten parts of Detroit. Urban explorers frequent the more popular abandoned buildings, like Michigan Central Station, as well as the National Theatre and the Metropolitan Building. Decked out in sturdy boots, cameras, and flashlights, these city-styled hikers are as clever as squirrels when intent on exploring and abandoned structure. Various websites contain a dazzling array of photographs taken during these excursions into “forgotten Detroit.” These architectural treasures from yesteryear are left to crumble.
Fires burn in Detroit, consuming the abundant kindling made that is wayside factories and houses. These blazes are commonplace, and often go unmentioned on the nightly news. The remains of a neighborhood’s blight smolder and drip morning light. The City, an ambiguous group of government people, will clear away what was left of the deteriorating house. Once, it was someone’s home. It was part of the American Dream of prosperity and love. Now, it is another empty, scorched lot. This empty space could become so many things, like a community garden or park. More likely, though, the vacant space will become the dumping grounds for dead Christmas trees and old refrigerators.
From an aerial view, what is left of the field is a strip of dull beige around the perimeter of the new subdivision. The few trees that had struggled for life in the unforgiving climate were gone, replaced by swimming pools and basketball hoops. To the field’s newest residents, the field was a dangerous wasteland, not suitable for children to use as a playground. Chunks of cement, scrap metal, box springs and dead Christmas trees littered the drainage ditches, serving as an ignored dumping ground of unwanted junk, hidden by the unkempt grass.
Not all of Detroit, however, has been left for dead. In fact, pockets of the city are bustling with life and excitement. Greektown hosts a myriad of landmark restaurants, as well as the new Greektown Casino. The nearby MotorCity Casino found a home in the renovated Wonder Bread Factory. The renovation of Campus Martius, in the heart of Detroit, is a beautifully revamped centerpiece where Detroiters gather to ice skate, watch parades, and enjoy other downtown events. This creation was funded in part by a handful of Detroit-based businesses that saw the merit in bringing visitors (and customers) back to the downtown area.
Detroit is one of numerous 20th century “donut” cities whose hey-day is now seems to be a mere memory. We cannot sit and wait for some extraordinary stranger to swoop in and save Detroit. Our great city can set an example for others, finding ways to rebound from this slump. We are the masters of our own histories, and our own futures. Community involvement is the necessary component to reviving Detroit. Preservation with a purpose can and will restore prosperity to the city and its inhabitants. Individuals came together to found and propel this city into the spotlight. Now, people are again needed to help right what has gone wrong.
Tiger Stadium is another casualty of progress. Last year, a portion of this celebrated stadium was demolished, after the city government’s unsuccessful attempts to find a more suitable use for this Michigan Historic Site. Prior to demolition, valuable parts of the stadium were sold to fans as memorabilia. Those willing to spend a few dollars for a tangible piece of history were rewarded with stadium signs and seats. One less traditional buyer was a man building a new home in the neighborhood, just across the street from my own house. His purchase was not folding seats or posters, but the actual bricks of Tiger Stadium. His impressive home’s shell is comprised of these bricks, and he proudly tells each passerby the story of his own great moment in preservation. Although that portion of Tiger Stadium no longer stands, the reuse and resale of usable items from the stadium is a great example of preservation with a purpose.
These are our American ruins, similar in some respects to the iconic Coliseum or Oxford’s redeveloped Oxford Castle. To many, Detroit’s sleeping giants are blights in the public eye. While still young when compared to other cultures, America is undeniably aging. Unfortunately, Detroit has not aged as gracefully as other tri-centennial American cities, and wrinkles are deepening.
Detroit’s beautiful old theatres have also fallen into disarray. Although the destruction seems irreversible at first glance, these cultural facets of Detroit can and must be saved. The 1912 National Theatre, for example, has been stripped of its beautiful plaster statues and moldings. However, the entrance hall is covered in beautiful Pewabic tiles, another Detroit cultural icon. These pieces of history, once the pulse of the city, suffer from years of neglect and abandonment.
Eastern Market, Detroit’s sprawling farmers’ market shopping destination, overflows with people each weekend. Eccentric shops line the old streets, and the sidewalks overflow with wandering shoppers and vendors. The area is home to a growing community of neighbors living in rehabbed and refurbished loft-style apartments, such as those in what was once the fire department’s repair warehouse. New and old intertwine in special areas of life within Detroit, and people with a keen eye are bound to stumble upon something special. The pheasants and have the right idea. Today’s Detroit is a fertile field of forgotten dreams and future successes.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Now, it's back - in all it's glory. It's rather outdated, but I plan on adding to it and revamping it.
And a side-note: I'm 42/50 for my 50 Books in 2008 Reading Challenge! I think I can do it, but it really depends on the days after final exams. We'll see how chaotic December is...
If it is italicized, I've read it.
If it has been crossed out, I've decided not to bother.
This will be continuously updated. ((A bold-faced lie! - Me, in 2012))
If it seems a bit disjointed, it's probably because I have a lot of weird books.
Now that I think about it, I should really make this on LibraryThing. Oh, well.
Things Fall Apart (read 2008)
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Twenty Years at Hull House
The Girl Proposition: A Bunch of He and She Fables
Albert, Susan Wittig
The Tale of Holly How (Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter Mysteries)
Alcott, Louisa May
Little Women (again)
The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar
Ambrose, Stephen E.
Band of Brothers
Armour, Richard Willard
Twisted Tales from Shakespeare
The Queen's Handmaiden
The Handmaid's Tale
Oryx and Crake
Pride and Prejudice
Sense and Sensibility
Jack Plank Tells Tales
Go Tell it on the Mountain
My Lady Nicotine: A Study in Smoke
A Window in Thrums + Auld Light Idylls
Tommy and Grizel
Beagle, Peter S.
The Last Unicorn
The Complete Talking Heads
The History Boys
The Uncommon Reader
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret
Botton, Alain De
How Proust Can Change Your Life
Braddon, M. E.
Lady Audley's Secret
Trail of the Serpent
Flags of Our Fathers
Hope's Boy: A Memoir
The Greatest Generation
Wuthering Heights (read 2008)
Year of Wonders (read in 2008)
The Little Lady Agency
A Short History of Nearly Everything
At Home: A Short History of Private Life (read 2011)
I'm a Stranger Here, Myself
A Clockwork Orange
The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy: and Other Stories (read 2008)
The Year of Living Famously
Scratch of a Pen: 1763 and the Transformation of North America
The Writing Diet: Write Yourself Right-Size
In Cold Blood
Johnny One-Eye: A Tale of the American Revolution
The Canterbury Tales
Girl with a Pearl Earring
The Awakening (again)
The Hunt for Red October
Finn (read in 2008)
The Alchemist: A Fable About Following Your Dream
Colt, George Howe
The Big House: A Century in the Life of an American Summer Home
Mr. or Mrs?
Woman in White
Basil (read in 2008)
Heart of Darkness (again)
Blessing the House (read in 2008)
M-80 (read 2011)
Show and Tell
Revolt of the Crash-Test Dummies
In Line for the Exterminator
Davies, Peter Ho
The Welsh Girl
De Botton, Alain
The Architecture of Happiness
Dew, Robb Forman
The Evidence Against Her
Guns, Germs, and Steel (read in 2008)
A Christmas Story
A Tale of Two Cities
Bleak House (read in 2008)
Great Expectations (again)
The Old Curiosity Shop
Oliver Twist (read in 2008)
Year of Magical Thinking
An American Childhood
The Writing Life
Teaching a Stone to Talk (read 2008)
Doctorow, E. L.
Homer and Langley (read 2010)
Ragtime (read 2009)
World's Fair (read 2011)
The Peppered Moth
Du Maurier, Daphne
My Cousin Rachel
Rebecca (read 2011)
The Worst Hard Time
The Lifted Veil + Brother Jacob
The Mill on the Floss
Silas Marner (read in 2008)
Invisible Man (read 2008)
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Alexandra: The Last Tsarina
Middlesex: A Novel
As I Lay Dying
The Sound and the Fury
Fischer, David Hackett
Paul Revere's Ride (last read in 2009)
White Oleander (again)
Fitzgerald, F. Scott
The Great Gatsby (again)
The Blue Flower
Foer, Jonathan Safran
Everything is Illuminated
The Pillars of the Earth
Forester, E. M.
A Room With a View
A Passage to India
Fowler, Karen Joy
The Jane Austen Book Club (read 2010)
Sarah Canary (read 2010)
Neverwhere (read in 2008)
Stardust (read 2010)
Cranford (read in 2008)
Gilman, Charlotte Perkins
The Yellow Wallpaper (read in 2008)
Writing Down the Bones (read in 2008)
Memoirs of a Geisha
The Princess Bride
Lord of the Flies (again)
Children of War
Paris to the Moon
To Have and to Hold
An Abundance of Katherines (read in 2008)
Paper Towns (read in 2008)
Looking for Alaska (read in 2008)
Will Grayson, Will Grayson (read 2011)
The Fault in Our Stars
The Constant Princess (read 2010)
The Other Boleyn Girl (read in 2008)
The Queen's Fool (read 2010)
Water for Elephants (read 2009)
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Coldest Winter
When Madeline Was Young
A Raisin in the Sun
Jude the Obscure
Tess of D'Ubervilles
Chocolat (read 2011)
Gentlemen and Players
The Girl with No Shadow
The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Writings (again)
The House of Seven Gables
The Scarlet Letter
A Farewell to Arms
For Whom the Bell Tolls
The Nick Adams Stories
The Sun Also Rises
A Thousand Splendid Suns
The Kite Runner
Howells, William Dean
The Rise of Silas Lapham (read in 2008)
Tom Brown's School Days
Brave New World
Hyde, Catherine Ryan
The Cider House Rules
A Prayer for Owen Meany
The World According to Garp
Fallen Founder: The Life of Aaron Burr
The Friday Night Knitting Club
Thief of Words
The Aspern Papers (read 2008)
The Portrait of a Lady (read half of it, 2009)
Pragmatism and Other Writings (again)
Jewett, Sarah Orne
The Country of the Pointed Firs
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Of Paradise and Power: America and Europe in the New World Order
Kauffman, Donna (collection of short stories)
Merry Christmas, Baby
Young Radicals: Notes on Committed Youth
On the Road
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (read 2010)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The Road from Home: The Story of an Armenian Girl
Kidd, Sue Monk
The Mermaid Chair
The Secret Life of Bees
The Bean Trees
Homeland, and Other Stories
High Tide in Tucson (read in 2008)
The Poisonwood Bible
Remember Me? (read 2008)
The Jungle Book
A Separate Peace (again)
Kramer, Mark ed.
Telling True Stories: A Nonfiction Writer's Guide
A Wrinkle in Time
She's Come Undone
Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (read in 2008, 2011)
Crooked Little Heart (read 2011)
Traveling Mercies (read 2011)
The Strategy of Freedom, an Open Letter to American Youth
To Kill a Mockingbird (again)
Levine, Gail Carson
Ella Enchanted (read in 2008, 2011)
The Monk: A Romance (read in 2008)
The Call of the Wild
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes: The Illuminating Diary of a Professional Lady
The Facts and Fictions of Minna Pratt (read in 2008)
Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush
Son of a Witch
Wicked (read 2008)
Malhotra, Deepak and Max H. Bazerman
Gutenberg: How One Man Remade the World with Words
The Collected Stories
Secrets of the Hollywood Girls Club (read in 2008)
Sloppy Firsts (read 2009)
Second Helpings (read 2009)
Charmed Thirds (read 2009)
Maize and Grace (read in 2008)
The Ladies of Missalonghi
The Cement Garden
On Chesil Beach
Twilight (read in 2008)
Breaking Dawn (read in 2008)
New Moon (read in 2008)
Eclipse (read in 2008)
Anne Sexton: A Biography (read in 2008)
Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Millay, Edna St. Vincent
Conversation at Midnight
Death of a Salesman (again)
Huck's Raft: A History of American Childhood
Gone With the Wind
Montefiore, Simon Sebag
Montgomery, L. M.
Anne of Green Gables series (again)
Kilmeny of the Orchard
Dr. Seuss & Mr. Geisel: A Biography (read in 2008)
Mortenson, Greg and David Oliver Relin
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
The Girl Who Owned a City
Her Fearful Symmetry (read 2011)
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Things They Carried (read 2006)
Troublesome Young Men: The Rebels Who Brought Churchill to Power and Helped Save England
Wife in the North (read in 2008)
1984 (read 2011)
The Dive From Clausen's Pier (read in 2008)
The Dante Club (read 2009)
The Abstinence Teacher
Phillips, Susan Elizabeth
The Bell Jar (read in 2008)
Don't Get Too Comfortable
Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank: And Other Words of Delicate Southern Wisdom
We're Just Like You, Only Prettier: Confessions of a Tarnished Southern Belle
The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters
Robison, John Elder
Look Me in the Eye: My Life with Asperger's (read in 2008)
Rosenthal, Amy Krouse
Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life (read in 2008)
Rotundo, E. Anthony
Rubio, Gwyn Hyman
Russell, Mary Doria
Bridge of Sighs
Saint-Exupéry, Antoine de
The Little Prince
Salinger, J. D.
Catcher in the Rye (again)
Franny and Zooey (read in 2008)
The Devil and the Good Lord
Vanishing Moments: Class and American Literature
Scott, Sir Walter
The Lovely Bones
Me Talk Pretty One Day (read 2009)
Naked (read 2009)
When Your Are Engulfed in Flames (read 2010)
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim (read 2009)
Avalon (read as a girl)
Dragonwyck (read 2010)
The Winthrop Woman (read 2010)
The Thirteenth Tale
The Complete Poems
Shelton, Sandi Kahn
East of Eden
The Grapes of Wrath (again)
Tarr, C. Anita
J. M. Barrie's Peter Pan In and Out of Time: A Children's Classic at 100
American Dreams: Lost and Found
Coming of Age: Growing Up in the 20th Century
"The Good War": An Oral History of WWII
Hard Times: An Oral History of the Great Depression
Touch and Go: A Memoir
A Royal Affair: George III and his Scandalous Siblings
Ernie Pyle's War: America's Eyewitness to World War II
Tolkien, J. R. R.
Lord of the Rings
Truelove Knot: A Novel of World War II
Writers & Company
The Color Purple
Warren, Robert Penn
All the King's Men
Bachelor Girls (read 2009)
A Handful of Dust
The Guy Not Taken (read 2009)
In Her Shoes (read 2009)
The Age of Innocence
The Custom of the Country
The House of Mirth
Opal: The Journal of an Understanding Heart
Leaves of Grass (again)
The Gatecrasher (read in 2008)
Complete Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Our Town (again)
The Secret History of the Pink Carnation (read in 2008)
Seduction of the Crimson Rose (read in 2008)
Masque of the Black Tulip (read in 2008)
Deception of the Emerald Ring (read in 2008)
Temptation of the Night Jasmine
The End of America
The Beauty Myth
Wood, Gordon S.
The Americanization of Benjamin Franklin
A Room of One's Own
To the Lighthouse
((This list was last meddled with on February 23, 2012.I have amassed quite a different sort of library, as my interest have changed and matured. This list does not include the hundreds of books I have read and/or acquired since landing my dream job, at a book shop. So... yeah.))
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Student Congress is hosting an election night party tonight, from 8pm until 11pm. Sundaes and a big-screen TV, and more banter and debating than the average person can stomach. Great. Just what adamant political hot-shots need - a sugar high.
Still, I think I'll go. I work until 9, and it's hard to turn down free ice cream. Plus, it gives me an excuse to avoid my homework.
Speaking of work - my boss was rather mean. I went out of town for the weekend, and came down with food poisoning Sunday night (lousy pledges... or lousy shrimp - not sure). Come Monday, I'm bed ridden. My shift at the library began at 2pm. Ordinarily, it would go until 7pm. But I had already bribed someone to cover from 4pm until 7pm. I knew no one would take 2 to 4, but I tried, anyway. Needless to say, I couldn't find a sub. And furthermore, my supervisor didn't believe that I was sick and stranded out of town. Bah.
I can't wait to leave this job behind. I've been here since the fall of 2004, and it's driving me nuts. December is the end of my time here at the front desk, but I'm not going far. The Archives department is just downstairs, but it far exceeds life as a student employee deskie. I. Can't. Wait. No more cleaning up after less responsible employees. No more running back and forth, dancing for the various supervisors. No more crummy schedules. Freedom!
Now, to figure out the latest conundrum - to settle down, or to go to graduate school .
Monday, November 3, 2008
I'm behind on homework. I have one paper to write for tomorrow, and then a few others after that.
I'm behind on Swap-Bot, which has become a small but painful thorn in my side.
I'm behind on NaNoWriMo. And by behind, I mean that I have yet to begin.
Friday, September 12, 2008
I don't know what draws me to the blogs, exactly. Perhaps it is the anonymous feeling of voicing concerns, telling secrets, or just blathering on and on without the likelihood of any “real life” people recognizing you within the words on the screen. Then again, I've also harbored the small hope of being recognized not for my mindless spewing of words, but for my raw genius, and becoming a celebrity of the blogosphere. The chance is slim to none, and even more unlikely given my blogging track record.
Still, I return again and again to my journal. The style of my entries vary. At times, all I can manage to scribble down is a loosely related list of ideas, happenings, and things I'd like to discuss further but for some reason or another never do. Other entries become long, drawn-out, letters to no one in particular. These different types of entries are intertwined with phrases, ideas and quotes I've come across and hoarded away, in a sort of copy-book way. Some entires have month-long gaps between them, while others are only a few hours apart.
On occasion, I've used my journaling habits as a weapon. The strange man at the coffee shop will bother you far less if you're engrossed in your writing. I hope my fellow coffee consumers think I'm an up-and-coming writer, of sorts, whose words are unmatched. Lofty hopes, I know.
It could happen, though, if I really dedicated myself to the cause. In the last year or so I've chanced upon a few very nice, personalable American authors, whom I now consider to be members of my circle of friends. It's both inspiring and degrading to be friends with published writers. Both motivating and embarassing (which are not as opposite as I first thought). I'd like to “try my hand” at writing once life slows down a bit. For years I've been telling this to myself and anyone else nearby, but life seems to become busier. I'm beginning to realize that it will never actually make room for my other interests, and that I need to force aside less important “needs” in order to reach my goals.
If only I could live off of crumbled bits of paper and old pens. I'd just quit my job and secure a permanent place at the coffee shop.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
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Saturday, July 19, 2008
So I'm a YouTuber, and I watch the 5AGs a few times a week (Girls, Guys, and Gays). I just had a truly thrilling moment (and I'm still in it, actually). I'm talking to Kayley from 5AwesomeGirls! Woot! She's leaving for London in a few hours. Oh, and how did I chat with her? Through the 5AGuys live chat happening on BlogTV. I'd much rather talk to Kayley than watch Alex/Nerimon ramble on about Animal Crossing.
That's all for now. I need to blog-stalk a few more friends and subscribe to them. Ta-ta!
This is getting ridiculous. Really, now. I keep starting blogs and then abandoning them. Or, just partially abandoning them and feeing guilty when I log on once every other month to make a quick post about how guilty I feel. Bah.
But, I re-joined eBlogger (is it still called that?) because my sister (katezila) began a sketch blog and I want to be able to comment, or just find it without searching for an hour.
I like to think that I'm a creative person who writes, thinks, etc. But, since I haven't been doing much of that lately, I'm not sure if I can still claim that bragging right. Hell, I've been reading the same book for about a month, now.
Why am I so unproductive as of late? Miley the dog. I'm the foster mother for a dog from the humane society, and I've realized that she's a wonderful excuse to ignore the boring book I've been trying to choke down.
Oh, and Magic the Gathering. I know, lame. But really it's a ton of fun. I get together with about 15 guys every Tuesday night and we play for a few hours. Plus, I've been organizing Sean's collection (which exceeds 5,000 cards) and inputting them into a ramshackle database.
Oh, and I have no money. Not even enough to go buy coffee, which would in turn force me to sit and read sans-dog.
She's a really cute dog, though! I'll post pictures.