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|Thursday, July 31st, 2008|
|A Song in My Head
Weekend Assignment #226: Is there a song that you're particularly enjoying at the moment, that's on heavy rotation on your iPod, the CD player in your car, or just in your head? If so, what is it? If not, what was the last song you were really into?
Extra Credit: What song, if any, has been playing in your head today, and you really wish it would stop now?
Ha. Do I ever not
have a song in my head? My friend told me once that he'd run across some article about earworms and three sectors of the population that were particularly susceptible to them: women, musicians, and people who worry. For me, that's a triple whammy. I am also frequently singing or humming whatever's in my head, hopefully not too annoyingly.
I'm not playing anything in heavy rotation at the moment. There's been lots of things in my head, but since The Police concert I saw on July 14, the Grammy for "Most Incessant" has been going to "King of Pain." I have stood here before inside the pouring rain, with the world turning circles running 'round my brain
(and you see, I keep giving it to other people!) Actually I think I'd just about exorcised it by today but then I heard it on the radio at Erik's Deli at lunch time.
Just to go off on a little tangent, I want to say I managed an entire weekend at Disneyland with hearing "It's A Small World (After All)" even once. But when I returned to work on Tuesday, guess how one of my co-workers greeted me (loudly)?
I did hear a lot of other songs at Disneyland, quite a few of them repeatedly, and several of them did get stuck in my head. The most bizarre was the theme-parky version of "California Girls" (and by the way, no, the girls do not ALL look so tan).
Finally, I'd like to share that one of my favorite karaoke (or strumming on the guitar) songs is "Breathe (2 am)" by Anna Nalick, whose Wreck of the Day
album is mostly wonderful. Unfortunately about half the karaoke songbooks I encounter don't have it (but at least half of them do!) Singsnap.com
does have it, though, so I can share it with you. Current Mood: singy
|Wednesday, July 16th, 2008|
Weekend Assignment #224: What's the worst idea you ever had? Amuse us with a story of a cunning plan that produced less than stellar results. (If your worst idea was positively traumatic, you can tell of your unamusing disaster, or downgrade to a more benign bad idea you had.)
Extra Credit: Have you a mad scheme that's still in the planning stages?
I have had some spectacularly bad ideas in my time, but they aren't amusing, and they're outside the realm of what I write about in this blog. I believe my very first post on this blog stated I wasn't going to air my dirty laundry here. I'll just say my worst ideas have had to do with wasting too much effort on certain members of the opposite sex, and leave it at that.
So, here's the story I'll use instead, which I was reminded of by Karen's retelling of spraypainting the interior of her car:
When I was a kid, maybe about 10 or 11, I decided I was going to paint my bedroom dresser white . . . with whiteout. To this day that dresser still sports some white squiggles on the top drawer, evidence of the process I undertook before I gave up. Now, I didn't ruin the dresser, or affect its longevity in any way, so I suppose it wasn't really that much of a bad
idea. It was definitely a weird idea, though.
As far as the extra credit goes, Karen mentions that she's flying to California at the end of the month to meet up with two friends from her online life. One of them she's met for two hours once, and the other she hasn't met at all. I'm the one she's met for two hours before, two years ago when I was in Arizona for my sister's wedding. So I'm doing the same thing as Karen is. Except I'm not flying to California, because I'm already there, but I will be driving down to the southern part of it. And I'll be meeting Sara for the first time too. I will be bringing one highly enthusiastic and one semi-reluctant parent with me, as the highly enthusiastic one has been itching to go back to Disneyland for quite some time. So, I have no doubt it will be an interesting time. Current Mood: loopy
|Thursday, July 3rd, 2008|
|Phones . . . meh
Weekend Assignment #222: What do you use a phone for? Do you strictly use it to make calls and pick up messages, or do you take advantage of other technology bundled with phones these days? Which features do you use all the time, which others would you use if they were available and cheap, and which would you not bother with even it they were free?
Extra Credit: Do you still use your land line to make and receive calls from friends or family?
I didn't have a cell phone at all until about a year ago. Yes, I am a member of Generation X. Yes, from 2000 - 2002 I worked for a company that dealt solely in mobile phone applications. I do not like phones. But I finally decided I disliked certain situations, like trying to track down a pay phone when my tire blew out on the way to rehearsal, even more. So I broke down and got a simple pay-as-you-go phone. It doesn't make sense to me to pay a monthly bill for something I use so seldomly (I don't have cable television, either, and I'm not planning on doing anything about it when the digital switchover thingy happens. I won't much miss my TV). So . . . my phone has some silly games on it, and rudimentary Web access that would eat away at my minutes like sulfuric access, if it worked, which I suspect it doesn't. I think I've texted from my phone about five times.
Yes! I use the land line far more frequently than my cell phone. Not that I use it all that much either. I prefer conversations to be face-to-face, and if that's not possible, I'm far more likely to communicate by e-mail or IM. It just seems more efficient to me (of course, I type unusually fast!). Also, I think another reason that I like e-mail and IM over the phone is that the person you're talking to via e-mail or IM can't interrupt you. :) You can get your complete thought out.
I'm also on the phone a great deal at work, too, and that's certainly a contributing factor to it being one of the last things I want to do when I get to be not-at-work.
|Thursday, June 26th, 2008|
|Drink, Drink, This Town is So Great
Readers with a more than passing familiarity with They Might Be Giants will now have a relentless catchy tune in their heads. Sorry.
Weekend Assignment #221: What do you like to drink? Do you prefer Coke, or Pepsi, or neither? Do you start your days at Starbucks, or end your days with a nice cup of herbal tea? Are you a connoisseur of beer, or do you like to keep a pitcher of lemonade on hand? Do you carry a bottle of water around, and refill it as you go? Tell us about your favorites!
Extra Credit: Have you ever invented your own drink sensation?
I am lagging a bit on weekend assignments. I'm doing this one at the last minute, and I still need to make up last week's at some point. But summer session in graduate school is tough, so I'm going to cut myself just the teensiest little bit of slack. I do hope to start getting more on top of these assignments again, though.
So, drinks. As far as alcoholic ones, I like fruity adult beverages with vodka in them, like cosmopolitans and fruit martinis (I just learned from Wikipedia that martini purists insist that martinis must have gin
in them, not vodka, but whatever. I like vodka). I also like an occasional glass of wine, not that I know all sorts of things about it like, say, Frasier and Niles. I started out preferring red but at some point, for some reason, I started to favor chardonnay. I also like the "hard" versions of cider and lemonade.
I'm not much into beer at all, and to me Bud and Miller are synonyms for "grody." If I ever drink beer at a pub, it's usually a stout, and I'm usually only drinking it to feel like I'm drinking beer in a pub. It's very rare that I want to feel that way, but it happens.
On to non-alcoholic:
With meals, I mostly just have water, and sometimes tea (especially if the meal is Chinese). At work, I drink water and/or tea throughout the day. I used to never drink coffee, but being a working grad student has changed that slightly.
I've always only drunk soda somewhat rarely, but ever since my mom subscribed me to the magazine Prevention
that's changed to next to never. I will still, once in very blue moon, treat myself to a Cherry Coke . . . it just tastes so good
When I was a kid, I drank tons and tons of milk. Now I'm an adult vegetarian with some leanings toward veganism, so I almost never have milk anymore. Quite a change in habit! I do usually have soymilk on hand to put on my cereal, and enjoy the soy version of chocolate milk from time to time.
It's odd what can prompt minor memories from years ago. Thinking about this extra credit led me to recall an incident from 15 years ago or more, when I was in high school. I put horseradish in my root beer to prove to someone I wasn't a hypocrite. How that was supposed to prove anything, let alone my non-hypocrisy, is not a part of the memory I seem to have retained. Current Mood: thirsty
|Monday, June 9th, 2008|
|Not cars. Trains, please!
Weekend Assignment #219: What is your favorite form of transportation, and why? You can choose any means of traveling by land, sea or air, with just one catch: it has to currently exist in the real world, or have existed in the past. No TARDIS, no Star Trek transporter, no flying DeLoreans, all right?
Extra Credit: What's the most unusual form of transportation you've ever taken?
Judging by the replies to this assignment I've read so far, my opinion is not a majority one. My answer to this question is really very much, extremely, way totally not a car. I hate the confined space, the way a car gets so hot if it's left in the sun too long and touching the steering wheel is painful, the high gas prices, the eating, guilty feeling I have every time I drive my car that I'm not helping the environment any, and well, the very real possibility of crashing into other cars. Also, I can't read and drive at the same very effectively, nor do I think it would be wise of me to try to work on that skill.
The concept of "cool cars" leaves me cold. Unless its coolness factor has to do with being fuel-efficient or safe, I just don't care.
Now, trains, I think, are marvelous. When I traveled by train to Vancouver last fall, I think the train journey was the best part of the trip. The Pacific Northwest out a train's window is truly one of the wonders of the world: thank the Good Lord for trees and bodies of water! On a train you don't have to worry about keeping your eyes on the road - you really can just focus on drinking in the beauty.
I also got in quite a bit of New Yorker
reading on the train journey, along with more creative writing than I'd managed to do in a long time. I'm tempted to jump on a train again to get myself writing!
It's also fun to go to the dining car at meal time and meet your fellow travelers, although admittedly the extra cost of this is sometimes prohibitive. To me, the social factor makes it worth it. I thoroughly enjoy meeting others "on the road."
fun I've ever had on trains were on sleeper cars. How often can you spend the night on a real bed while still moving toward your destination? Back in college, on a study abroard program in London, a girlfriend and I took a weekend trip to Scotland on a sleeper car on the train, after stocking up on Hooch's hard lemonade, junk food, and British women's magazines. We had fun trying to translate the magazines into American (did you know that the English call runs in nylons "ladders"?). Now, I normally try to avoid junk food, as well as magazines of the quality we read on that trip, but that was a very special occasion.
I also rode in a sleeper car from Quebec to New Brunswick, from there to catch a bus to Prince Edward Island, and from Shanghai to the northern city of Tianjin during my tour of China with a Chinese theater group. Our performing troupe included a professional violinist. Waking up on that train in the early morning to the sound of her music accompanying the sunrise is one of my very favorite memories.
My answer to this was going to be cable cars in San Francisco, but then I remembered I'd hopped on one of those bicycle rickshaw things the last time I was in New York City. Bicycle rickshaws are probably more common around the world than cable cars are, but for a Bay Area native, the bicycle rickshaw wins.
|Sunday, June 1st, 2008|
|Sarah Just Wants to Have Fun
Weekend Assignment #218: What do you do to have fun? Since you're reading this blog, let's assume that one of your leisure activities is blogging and reading blogs; we don't need to rehash that one, nor the subject of books, which we covered just recently. What else do you do for fun? Are you a runner, a hiker, a birdwatcher, a surfer? Or do you prefer to lie on a beach? Is cooking a joy rather than a chore? What do you enjoy doing, when you're not doing the usual stuff?
Extra Credit: What fun thing (no restrictions) do you plan to do next?
OK, for me, acting's joining reading and writing on the "no need to rehash" list. Besides, I don't do those three things for fun (although they are), I do them so as not to be a complete wreck.
Since I am, fortunately, not
a complete wreck, I am pretty freakin' good at having fun in all sorts of ways. I like to try anything that might be fun and if it is, I'll probably do it again. Lots more times.
Here's some of the fun things I've done in the past month or so:
1. Went to see The Cure in concert (three hours and 37 songs of fun, although it would have been slightly more fun for me if they'd listened to my telepathic message and played "The Lovecats."
2. Went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
. Extra-short spoiler-free review: it was definitely enjoyable. Don't even try to compare it with its predecessors.
3. Did a crossword puzzle.
4. Saw an awesome live production of Man of La Mancha
, and by no means was it my first one! ;)
5. Played my guitar.
6. Went out to karaoke bars with friends and sung my little heart out.
7. Walked in the park.
8. Met friends for dinner.
9. Danced (and watched dancing).
10. Went for a bike ride.
What fun thing do I plan to do next? I think maybe I'll go for a swim tomorrow. I'm going to Disneyland in July. I'm hoping to go to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in October (obviously I think travel is fun). Maybe I'll go to California Extreme again in next month (a local annual convention where scores of classic video games are display and on "endless" free play). Maybe I'll even try to paint my cat! The possibilities are endless. . . Current Mood: fun-loving
|Sunday, May 25th, 2008|
|Career? What's that?
Weekend Assignment #217: What's the best piece of career advice you were ever given?
Extra Credit: What's the worst piece of career advice you were ever given?
Hmmmm. I'm having a hard time coming up with an answer for this one. Maybe because I'm hoping my best piece of career advice is yet to come.
But I've actually been looking at a particular on-the-job fault of mine through a microscope this week, and have maybe realized something, but it's not the result of anyone's advice. I find I can get myself, and others, and projects, in trouble by not admitting that I think I have too much work to do. I think I have a bit of a "superwoman complex," or whatever you would want to call it . . . not that I think I'm Superwoman, but I think I should constantly try to be. When I'm asked for help by co-workers, even if I have a zillion demands on me already, it's often impossible for me to say no, and I think the main reason is that I don't want to be seen as someone who isn't a team player. In six years I have gleaned quite a bit of knowledge about how the organization I work for operates in many different capacities, and excepting our IT administrator, I have the most advanced computer skills on the staff. I get asked a lot of questions. I pitch in so much that I fear I'll be resented any time I don't. And I don't want to be seen as a complainer. But I think I should be aware by now that it's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease.
So, I think my advice to myself this week was, "You need to make it clear when you're being asked to do too much." That's probably not the best career advice I've ever been given, but I think it was a personal breakthrough for me. Because toward the end of the week I actually did start to tell people when they were adding too much to my load, and we collaboratively found ways to reduce that load, so that I could get more of my work done. I think this revelation is not only good for my sanity but my productivity as well.
The extra credit is going to be easier. I once mentioned to someone that I loved to travel, and then he said I'd be perfect for the military in that regard. Now, granted, I've never put it to the test, but I'm fairly certain I would be both miserable and useless in the military. If they would even take me.
A career assessment test I took as a sophomore in high school opined that going into military was the single worst career decision I could possibly make. That same test told me the best-suited career choice for me would be librarianship. Seventeen years later, I'm thinking that was a pretty smart test. I just wish I'd listened to it sooner. Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, May 19th, 2008|
|Fire Fire Everywhere and Not a Drop to Drink
Tell us a story or anecdote that involves fire in some way. It can be a forest fire, a house fire, a campfire, logs in the fireplace, or even a lit match, a tale of comfort or destruction. Whatever comes to mind, if it's interesting and fire plays a role, we want to read about it!
Extra Credit: Is the area where you live subject to dangerous wildfires?
I don't know that I have all that much interesting to say about my experience with fire. I think I'll knock on wood on that count, too. A strand of my hair caught on fire for one second at a beach fire when I was in college, but someone next to me quickly put it out. So that's the whole story there.
The one time I remember firefighters coming to the scene of the fire was circa 1984, and for me, the third grade. A laundry hamper a little too close to the furnace had caught on fire - my mother smelled burning plastic coming from the master bedroom as she watched a performance of King Lear
on public television in the living room. It's funny, the details you remember. I think she put out the fire herself, but had my older sister call 911 anyway, and I remember standing out in the front yard with my mom and sister and her parakeet and our dog (I don't know where my dad was, but he wasn't home that night) while the firefighters went in to investigate. I also remember our dog Sesame going back into the house, making me worry, and then watching a fireman carry her back out of the house again.
Years later in the mid-90's, I was home from college and Northern California was experiencing record wind speeds. Never in my life had it been that windy as it was that winter, and it hasn't been that windy since. Anyway, one stormy night, I thought it made for the perfect atmosphere to curl up in bed and read King Lear
. That night, one of the big, sturdy pine trees, one that had stood tall and thick in the front yard for longer than I'd been alive, fell through the living room roof. No one was hurt. Our living room just suddenly looked like a forest.
Because of these two incidents, I have often wondered whether it is actually King Lear
, and not, in fact, the Scottish play
that is cursed. Of course, I realize that if one decides to read anything in record winds, all bets are probably off.
Extra Credit: Yep, "California wildfire" is by no means an unheard-of phrase. I have never been close enough to a wildfire for it to pose any risk to my personal safety, but I have worried about wildfires close enough to almost reach loved ones, most memorably the Oakland Hills firestorm of 1991
|Monday, May 12th, 2008|
|I dare you to watch this movie and not smile
Weekend Assignment #215: Review a film. Any film. Got something interesting to say about Edwin S. Porter's The Great Train Robbery (1903)? I'd love to read it. Metropolis (1927)? Why not? A Night in Casablanca (1946)? Fine. The Seventh Seal (1957)? Er, okay! Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)? You'll get away with it. Speed Racer (2008)? Go for it. From Hollywood to Ballywood to Hong Kong, from Kubrick to Kurasawa, it's all on the W.A. marquee. But there's one catch: the film should not be on your personal list of favorites; nor should it be a film you despise.
Extra Credit: Is there a film due out this summer that you plan to go see? If so, what is it?
Yesterday was Mother's Day, and I got together with my mom, dad, and grandma for brunch and a movie. The movie my mom chose was Young@Heart
. She thought it was something all four of us would enjoy, and she was right. I'm a bit hesitant to write much about it because I don't want to inadvertently give away anything that should be a surprise, but my desire to get more people to see it overrules my hesitation on that count.
The movie is a documentary about a Massachusetts-based chorus called Young@Heart. The average age in this chorus is 80. Their 58-year old choir director Bob has them learn, rehearse, and perform songs by James Brown, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, The Talking Heads, Coldplay, The Clash, The Ramones, Sinead O' Connor, Sonic Youth, and more. The film's director, Stephen Walker, caught them while they were on a tour of Europe and liked them so much he decided to travel to America so he could follow them around with a camera.
* My grandma said this was the best movie she's seen in "years and years."
* There was more than one moment watching this movie when I found myself beaming
and crying at exactly the same time.
* What a wonderful, wonderful thing it is that people can sing.
* Some of the best moments in this movie are shots of audience reactions at
Young@Heart's live performances.
* Something I find greatly unfortunate in this world is that there are so many people
who think they have to spend hundreds of dollars on tickets to see a
production starring celebrities earning millions of dollars in theaters with thousands
of seats to see a great performance. Here's Exhibit A in the case against
that terrible myth. Someday soon maybe I'll share Exhibits B-Z here too. . . a list
I could compile in my sleep. But I digress. Well, no, I don't really digress -
what I mean to say is: if Young@Heart ever comes to your city, go. Go to community
and college theater. Go to open mic nights. You'll gather some of the most
enduring memories of your life.
* I have nothing bad to say about this movie.
I think I've reached the point where I'm going to stop talking about this movie. I know this is a pretty vague movie review, but that's honestly because I don't want to spoil it.
Extra credit: I already have tickets for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
. I feel a bit odd about being an adult at the same time an Indiana Jones movie is opening. That's just never happened before. I already saw Iron Man
and thought it was OK. If not for Robert Downey Jr., I would have found it really, really boring.
I'm sure I'll see more movies this summer, too. I like movies. Current Mood: impressed
|Sunday, May 11th, 2008|
Weekend Assignment #214: Sooner or later, pretty much everyone makes one or more major changes in their lives, sometimes several at once. We leave home, go off to college, get married, get divorced, change jobs, change careers, have kids, move to another house or another state, etc., etc. These things can be very stressful, but we do them in the hope of being better off in some way. Tell us of one change you voluntarily made in your life at some point, that worked out really well.
Extra Credit: Tell us of a little tiny change that also went well!
This is actually last
weekend's weekend assignment, but I gave myself a bit of an extension, without asking Karen's permission first. Since the most recent life change I initiated was becoming a graduate student, I've been a little bit busy. My first semester is wrapping up in the coming week, and the reason I didn't get to this assignment before last Thursday is because I was hard at work on a 17-page research paper for my "Information and Society" class that was due on midnight on Wednesday. I slept much less than usual last week! I held my breath when I turned in my paper on the American Library Association's response to the USA Patriot Act, because who ever knows how the professor is going to react to your paper? I was thrilled to find out on Friday that my paper earned all points possible for the assignment. I'm winding down the semester with a 97% in one class and a 99% in the other. It's working out well so far. I find the work and the reading interesting, I enjoy the virtual interaction with classmates dispersed across the country, I feel like my brain is engaged with something I care about . . . in a nutshell, I couldn't be happier that I made this decision.
Now I still have a long way to go before I can declare the whole thing "worked out really well." I still have to complete 36 more units, which is probably going to take me the next two years. And the ultimate goal is a career that brings personal fulfillment to me . . . that seems kind of far out there in the future too. But for now, I'm enjoying myself (although if I went back in time and said that to my Tuesday night self, who was producing much mental sweat in the process of trying to get her paper organized, she might shoot me).
As for a little tiny change that worked out well (and I'm defining "change" as "new discovery" and "worked out well" as "is making me happy"), I recently discovered http://www.singsnap.com
, with which I can indulge my penchant for karaoke during study breaks. I certainly don't have the most robust voice in the world, but no one could ever accuse me of not having fun with it. Wanna listen to me sing along with myself?
Tomorrow, I plan to respond to this weekend's assignment
by reviewing a movie all about singing! Current Mood: happy
|Monday, April 28th, 2008|
|Knowing That I Loved My Books - Prospero, Act I, scene ii, The Tempest, William Shakespeare
Weekend Assignment #213: While it may be difficult to choose your favorite book of all time, there's probably a certain genre or category of books you prefer over other kinds. Do you love a mystery, or would you rather read about dragons? Are you thirsty for a good vampire tale, or is science fiction more your style? Do you mostly stick with the classics, or look for the latest spy novel? Are you a biography buff? Do a lot of your books have the word "Dummies" in the title? Do you like to read about real-world politics, science, history or sports, or would you rather escape the real world with a good romance? Tell us! And while you're at it, tell us your second favorite category of books.
Extra Credit: Do you ever loan out books to friends or family?
Oh boy, what a delicious question for an English major and budding librarian!
I would actually find it much more difficult to choose a favorite genre or category than a favorite book of all time, a question I can easily answer, and will get to later in this entry. My tastes in fiction to do not tend to lean toward one genre or another. I like a good story, period. For me, that mostly means the story contains characters that I can remember and care about (The Da Vinci Code
failed for me on this front, while the Harry Potter
series is a smashing success . . . sometimes I still lie awake worrying about my Hagrid! (Yes, I'm exaggerating because I like the effect)). Anything that can make me laugh is also always welcome here. A quick survey of my fiction shelves may give a good idea of my literary tastes. Here's a list of authors who appear three or more times in my personal library, and of course this leaves out a lot of "ones and twosies":
Douglas Adams, Jane Austen (I'm only missing Mansfield Park
to complete my collection; I ought to fix that), Peter Carey, Henry James, Steve Martin, L.M. Montgomery, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, John Steinbeck, Kurt Vonnegut, and (of course) William Shakespeare. My father built a shelf for me one Christmas containing a 1901 book set of all of his works: the plays, the sonnets, the longer poems, everything . . . and the quote that is the title of the entry is carved in the wood. These books aren't very practical to use, as trying to separate the pages from one another pretty much doesn't do anything but tear them, but it's a fun thing to have. If I actually want to read Shakespeare, I have the Riverside Shakespeare
from my college days and various paperbacks I have accumulated over the years.
Now, as far as my non-fiction preferences, I like reading about anything that interests me, which includes almost (but not entirely) everything. My non-fiction shelves are pretty much arranged by category (I was born to be a librarian!), and those categories include, but are not limited to:
* Vegetarian cookbooks, which I really need to use more often.
* Books about writers
* Books about writing
* Books about the theater
* Books about cats
* Books about religion
* Books about philosophy
* Short stories (yes, these are really fiction but for space's sake they ended up here)
* Biographies (examples: I own biographies of Dr. Seuss and Sarah Bernhardt)
* Travel books (I have a slew of Lonely Planet and Rough Guides . . . which I
really enjoy reading even if I don't get to every place in them. I also have that book 1,000 Places to See Before You Die
. At age 33, I've seen about 80 of them,
I think, which means maybe I'll get to about 24% of them if I live to be 100.
* Books about music (mostly rock music)
* Some left-wing political stuff that I probably would have gotten in trouble for
owning if I'd been around for the McCarthy era
* Literary anthologies I've saved from college (yes, mostly fiction)
* Computer books on things like HTML, Java, MS Word, Perl, UNIX, desktop
publishing, etc., sit in a shelf at the bottom of my computer desk
* French, Spanish, and Chinese Dictionaries
* Various reference works (dictionaries, special encyclopedias, etc.)
Now, as for the "favorite book of all time" question: it is Victor Hugo's Les Miserables
. I remember reading somewhere, perhaps it was a book called History of Literature
that it "contains almost everything a novel can hold," and indeed it is even more immense than its +1200 page length would suggest. Everything a novel can hold can include flaws, yes, and this book's had its share of attacks for its plot contrivances, sentimentality, and overly drawn characters. But this is a book with power, one that has inspired people from all classes to become things
, following in Jean Valjean's footsteps on his path to being a good person. Is there anything greater than that a novel can do? This is a piece of art that presents, before its readers, the magnitude of compassion toward all men, women, and children, especially in a world that is hard.
I also enjoy Les Miserables
as a treasure box, where I'll find scores of personalities, mundane places made amazing (like the sewers of Paris), French history, glimpses into religious life, and so much more. Abridged adaptations often leave out the long passages on things like the battle at Waterloo, argot, etc, but even in these digressions I tend to find new ideas every time I look at them. This book is a gift.
Yes, I love the "world's most popular musical," but it can't match the experience (or should I say multitude of experiences) of reading the book. In case you haven't noticed, I recommend it.
PS I got so wrapped up in thinking about Les Miserables
that I almost forgot about the extra credit! I never actually offer to lend out my books, but when I asked, I never say no. This frequently results in my never seeing the book again, but if it's a good book, I suppose it's a donation toward a worthy cause. :) Current Mood: happy about books
|Sunday, April 20th, 2008|
|It's Poetry in Motion!
Weekend Assignment #212: It's National Poetry Month in the United States, but poetry itself is a worldwide phenomenon, existing in many styles. Let's celebrate the form. How? By writing a poem, of course! It can be silly or serious, haiku, limerick, rhymed verse, blank verse, free verse, two lines long or fifty, or anything in between. All I ask is that it be a new, original poem, not something you wrote in high school and trot out occasionally.
Extra Credit: Do you have a favorite poet?
First of all, a huge thanks to Karen for prompting me to do a bit of creative writing today, an interest and (I hope) talent I all too often neglect, and work, school, and theater are all well and good, but are no excuses not to be writing. I had no idea what was going to come out when I sat down to write a new poem today. There were no ideas in my head clamoring to get out. So, after staring at a blank page for several minutes, here's what ended up happening:
I'm getting paid to throw mirrors away
I'm doing this work very well.
I quietly walk through this city all day
With nothing to pitch, buy, or sell.
So many people rush by on the street,
Their eyes all on goals I can't see.
As they focus their minds on invisible things,
I'm thankful they don't notice me.
Soon their reflections will all disappear
And they won't know who they have to blame.
All I need for reward is the dough I take home.
Why would I dare also want fame?
My boss says it's all for the good of the whole
We're making a friendlier town.
Neighbors will look at each other again -
or might they all mostly look down?
I only make one mistake on this job
But I make it over and over again:
When I'm handling mirrors that must be destroyed,
I'm tempted to see who I am.
Now, as for my favorite poet? Well, as someone who majored in English and meant it, there may just be too many possible answers to this question. John Keats was a wonderful poet, almost impossibly wonderful, how could such things as his poems come out of a regular old human being? Walt Whitman, Oscar Wilde, Emily Dickinson, Samuel Coleridge, Robert Frost, Ezra Pound, Dylan Thomas . . . well, suffice it to say, I like a lot of poets.
The true honest answer, to the question, though (and I hope it's not cheating that I have two favorite poets - well, if you can count a rock band as one poet) is: my very favorite poets are Shakespeare and The Beatles. You could probably ask me a million "Do you have a favorite _____?" questions and my answer would be Shakespeare and The Beatles.
I never fail to feel a sensation down my spine when I read or hear these words, no matter how often it's been:What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculty!
in form, in moving, how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world!
the paragon of animals!
And as for The Beatles, the lyrics of songs like Strawberry Fields Forever
, The Fool on the Hill
, It's All Too Much
, and many, many others, are always popping into my head, refining my perspectives and echoing the ideas and impressions I gain with the chords they strike.
Since I slipped popular music into this assignment, somehow I feel obliged to also give a nod to Paul Simon, whom I have an immense appreciation for as a songwriter and highly poetical lyricist. In honor of National Poetry Week, here's a link to Paul and Art singing Richard Cory
, a direct marriage of a classic American poem and contemporary music.
On a final note, I started to sing the poem I wrote today to myself, to see what kind of tune would come out, and I found it sounded a lot like Billy Joel's "Innocent Man." Odd, because I probably haven't heard that song in four years or more, and I'm not particularly big on Billy Joel in general. Current Mood: creative
|Sunday, April 13th, 2008|
|How Does Your Garden Grow (that is, if it grows at all)?
Weekend Assignment #211: How are your gardening skills? Do you plant flowers and trees and even shrubberies, or do you settle for weeds and concrete? Do houseplants die in your care, or grow and prosper?
Extra Credit: Is there someone you know who is better at this gardening stuff than you are?
Living in an apartment complex where none of the outdoor space is actually available for my private personal use, this is a bit hard to know. I'd probably do okay with houseplants if the cat didn't eat them. I do have a plant at work that seems to still be going strong for the five or so years I've had it, thriving even after transport from one office space to another. I just water it a few times a week, that's all. Doesn't appear to be a particularly demanding plant.
As for the extra credit, ha ha ha, that's got to be the easiest extra credit for me to earn in the history of ever. As the offspring of the people who founded this community gardening organization
, and a horticulture teacher
, I sure as heck do know people who are better at this gardening stuff than I am. How many times has my dad answered the phone saying that mom's out working in the garden, or vice versa? With this pedigree, I'm a little embarrassed that I know as little about gardening as I do. But, hey, there's still the future. I did help out at the Community Gardens as Appleseeds table at the Whole Foods Earth Day
event yesterday, giving away sunflower seeds to children and telling them how to plant them, so there's something I did for the cause.
|Monday, April 7th, 2008|
|Extending the weekend just a bit is never a bad thing. . .
Weekend Assignment #210: It's been 40 years since the Mountaintop speech, and even longer since the great speeches of John F Kennedy, Winston Churchill, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln and others. Are the days of great oratory behind us, or have you drawn inspiration from some recent public speaker? If so, what was the speech? Do you remember any actual quotes from it?
Extra Credit: Have you ever given a speech, other than in a classroom?
All right, well, I didn't get to the weekend assignment until Monday night, but I'll hope I'll be forgiven. Over the weekend, I gave a presentation (it was for school, so I don't think I can use it for extra credit, even though it wasn't in a classroom), finished and turned in a paper and a 24-slide PowerPoint file, attended a party thrown by Californians for Humane Farms
to celebrate their initiative qualifying for the November ballot, rehearsed for the New Play Reading
event taking place tomorrow night, and was, out of the blue, served a "termination of tenancy" notice by my property manager because for some unknown reason she thought I did something that I wasn't at all aware I did until she told me I'd done it, and that's because I hadn't. She rescinded the notice pretty much immediately, but this is the latest in an unpleasant series of incidents that are beginning to make me rather unhappy. So, for all these reasons, I didn't find the time or, mostly, the energy to complete the weekend assignment until now.
Anyway . . .
Reading the other blog entries in response to this assignment, it seems that I am not alone am finding this a challenging one. I'm not sure if that really means that oratory is dead, or it just means that speeches are hard to remember, or what. I also watch very little television, so whatever public figures say, I'm far more likely to read in print than catch on the TV. I'm glad we have YouTube these days, so I can go back and listen to speeches I missed, like Barack Obama's March 18 speech on race relations, which I tried to listen to on the radio that morning, but didn't because he started late, and I had to start work. I've been meaning to YouTube it ever since, but haven't found a good time to spend 40 minutes doing so. So I'm actually listening to it right now. Thanks, Karen, for prompting that. Am I impressed by it? Well, he seems to be saying things that are true . . . obviously true. He's saying things that he needs to say. I find it worthwhile. Do find it electrifying or inspirational? I can't say I do.
I also must say I was exceedingly unimpressed
by the last time I heard our current President make a speech on the radio . . . in fact, I was so unimpressed I was moved to comment on how unimpressed I was on this blog, just a few entries back.
I'm not sure I actually followed the specifications of this assignment, but heck, at least it got me to write on my blog, right? As far as the extra credit goes, I've given many, many
"please turn off your cell phones; there will be one 15-intermission" kinds of speeches, but I think that's not the sort of thing we have in mind here. I make 30-second announcements to a roomful of Realtors quite regularly. And Madame Pernelle from Tartuffe
and Elizabeth from Six Degrees of Separation
gave speeches that couldn't have happened without my help, because at the time, I was playing them.
As far as the last weekend assignment, well, the only thing that was true about that was that I attempting to unclutter my apartment recently. Oh, and that I have friends that have laughed at me millions of times. Current Mood: mellow
|Sunday, March 30th, 2008|
|Weekend Asssignment for April Fool's
"Weekend Assignment #209: Tell us a story about yourself, something that is plausible but definitely, outrageously false, while containing a kernel of truth. Since we don't want to create any work for Snopes.com, begin your tale with the words, "This is not true," and don't say anything defamatory about any companies, products, celebrities or politicians."This is not true:
I was attempting to "unclutter" the apartment not too long ago, and came across an old video tape I don't remember ever actually owning, but I doubt someone actually broke into my place and left it there. It is labelled "Alice and the Squirrels" in green felt pen. It looks like a child's handwriting, but not mine. I would've played it for myself to figure out what on earth it was, but I no longer have a working VCR, just a cheap DVD player. If I get around to it, I will get a friend who still has VHS-playing capabilities to play it, and I'll pray that nothing terribly shocking or embarassing is on it. It could be some bad skit I made when I was 12, or worse. So, I have to pick a friend carefully. Not that the people I can think of to ask to do this haven't already laughed at me 20 million times.
|Sunday, March 23rd, 2008|
In case you didn't notice, after Wednesday my intention to do a daily post, um, stopped. After evaluating how my week went, I've decided to go a little easier on myself. I think I'll post at least once a week, and more if it's not going to kill me. I had a team presentation due for school on Saturday morning, and we spent many hours meeting to prepare in the days preceding, and I'm happy to report we got a perfect score, which I think is definitely worth skipping a few blogging opportunities.
So, since Karen
is keeping up with the weekend assignments, posting at least once a week should be easy:
"Weekend Assignment #208: Meteorologists define spring in the Northern Hemisphere as beginning March 1st; others define it according to the vernal equinox, the return of warm weather, or the appearance of a groundhog's shadow. What does spring mean to you, and what, if anything, do you intend to do about it?
I have unusual preferences, in regards to weather and seasons. I love rain, I love overcast skies, and I think bare trees are really beautiful. I'm sad to see winter go. Admittedly I might feel differently about this if I lived somewhere that actually saw real winters. Shoveling snow never sounded very much fun to me. On the other side of the coin, though, I've not been above feeling rather envious when hearing tales from others of "needing" to stay home from school or work because of snow. That's an experience I've never had.
But the winter I experience, I love. I love wearing my overcoat and my scarves and for some reason most things romantic that ever happen to me happen to me in winter.
But okay, this weekend assignment isn't about winter, it's about spring. And while it's no winter, I do find a lot to like about spring. Baby animals, blossoming trees (the crabapple tree I used to spend a lot of time in in my parents' backyard blooms beautifully in spring . . . my grandma was telling me how pretty it looked from her window during our "Happy Easter" call today, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, people spending more time in parks and having picnics . . . and yeah, I can appreciate blue skies without clouds too. I think spring ending is even more sad to me than winter ending, though, because than that ushers in summer, and I really really don't do well in severe heat. The sun is not gentle with skin like mine, and it's hard to sleep in the heat, and it's energy-sucking. I don't like feeling like I have no energy to get anything done . . . because I really like to feel like I'm accomplishing things.
So I think what I've learned about myself by writing this, is that spring is no winter, but it's good, and I'm very hopeful that I'll accomplish things this spring, and I hope we don't get any horrible heat waves this summer. Current Mood: accomplished
|Wednesday, March 19th, 2008|
|So according to George Bush . . .
our country is safer now than it was before he took office and the Iraqi people are all happy and we have to stay in Iraq until we find Osama Bin Laden.
Back in 2000, someone told me they voted for this guy "for my own good." If this is for mine, or anyone's good, I'd hate to see what my bad was.
|Tuesday, March 18th, 2008|
|Monday, March 17th, 2008|
It appears I have figured out a way to act while I'm in school, by participating in a staged reading in a festival of new 20-minute plays (the one I'm going to perform is called "The Sloth Pit") - this is great, because it's only two or three rehearsals, and one performance, instead of six weeks of rehearsals and then sixteen performances.
More details shall appear when I know them!
|Sunday, March 16th, 2008|
|Short Story in The New Yorker
So, again I am at a loss for words tonight, and although LJ's "Writer's Block" feature urges users to describe a perfect world, I don't much feel like doing that. I think my feelings about that can be summed up in four words: peace, love, tolerance, and equality.
Instead, I'll say that I read an interesting piece of short fiction in The New Yorker
today called "Raj, Bohemian."
This New Yorker
is a few weeks old. Last year I was pretty good to keeping up with my New Yorkers
(it's my favorite backstage reading), but this year, not so much. Being a new graduate student has something to do with that. So, the stacks are piling up, and I grabbed one for something to read on the bus to a very nice dim sum gathering at Vegi Garden in Sunnyvale, which doesn't seem to have a Web site I can link to. Anyway, that's a tangent. The story is written by Hari Kunzu, who according to the contributor page has written three novels, and his style really grabbed me. Even when I do read my New Yorkers
regularly, I rarely get past two or three paragraphs of the fiction. It's an awfully cynical story, in which the young narrator starts to notice something odd about his friends sharing with him a particular brand of vodka, or having him listen to a new band, or recommending a certain massage parlor for his noticeable stress. One character in the story actually utters the phrase "monetize her social networks." We keep our friends in our lives for many, many reasons - I like to think that monetary gain doesn't make the list. Current Mood: busy