Ashes to Ashes

gonna delete this blog FYI. 

It’s like a giant, ugly monkey on my back. 

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

An entire other post just to say that it’s that time of year again! Yes folks…

Library Book Sale Month!!! 

I don’t know if other towns do this, but ours has a month-long fundraiser where people donate books, and the library staff put the books out on tables for you to peruse, and you pay by donation. It is so. freaking. exciting!! 

I think there is a word for people like me and it’s bibliomaniac. 

Sidetrack, Backtrack…

Ok so this whole reading Rory’s book list so I can encourage myself to write more is obviously not working. 

Partially because, whilst awaiting The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn from the library, I read a couple of books that aren’t on the list. They were just interesting to me. 

The first, Watch How We Walk by Jennifer Lovegroveis a behind-the-scenes portrait of a Jehovah’s Witness family, that is upsetting from the beginning and doesn’t let up once. The writing was so natural and unique that I couldn’t put it down, even as the story battered me emotionally. 

Then I polished off Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess, a hilarious blogger whose blog I have been following for some years now. Her blog posts make me laugh out loud, and her memoir did the same. I wish this person was my actual friend. 

And now I’m reading Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay. I can’t say much about it, other than it’s a collection of essays about intersectionality, because I just started reading it yesterday. Or this morning. My days sort of flow into each other…

And still; Huckleberry Finn has not arrived. If it’s not here by the end of this book…I guess I should just jump to Atonement and then backtrack? 

Fascinating stuff. 

Alice In Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland

So I figure I’ll go alphabetically, and since I have already read 1984 (it’s one of my all-time-top-five favourites!!), I went on to this one. Technically, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was next, but I had this one laying around. Cut me some slack.

I think most people are already familiar with this story, thanks to Disney. Or Tim Burton, I guess, depending on how old you are. The movies jumbled up the material a bit, but it’s almost all there. One thing I can say about this book is that Lewis Carroll was funny. This is an enjoyable, silly read.

Don’t You Love a Good Tie-In?

It’s no secret that I love the show Gilmore Girls.

It’s no secret that I love to read.

It’s no secret that I have trouble keeping up with my blog posts.

I have come up with a solution.

Some of the blogs that I follow have themes. One in particular that I can think of is 101 books, a wonderful blog where the author has undertaken the grand feat of reading the entirety of ‘Time Magazine‘s Top 100 English-Speaking Novels Since 1923′. I plan to steal this idea, using Rory’s Book List as my guide. This has been done before, but I’m not trying to be original right here and right now. I’m trying to encourage myself to write more and read more. End goal. I will read the same books as Rory, and then write about them. I don’t know if it will be book reviews, per se, but I’ll write something about them. And post pictures. Because who doesn’t like a good book cover?

Now, there are a few lists floating around out there, and the WB appears to be defunct, so I’m just going to choose a list and go off of that. They’re all pretty close anyways, some are simply more inclusive of books that are mentioned in the show, and some are based on the original Rory’s Book Club listing from the WB site.

And we’re off…

How many have you read?

Boys and their Toys

Bubs received some motorized train toys for Christmas this year, well…last year technically. At first he only really liked to play with them minus batteries, but he’s comfortable with their intended function now. He likes to turn the trains on and off, and set them in various directions in various places throughout the house. He also enjoys watching them on the track that came with little Thomas, though he can get frustrated when they derail.

Anyway…I was watching this activity the other day, whilst in a particularly existentially-angsty mood, and it occurred to me that this child’s toy was a fairly resonant metaphor for life.

Someone carefully designs and builds you, and sends you out into the world. You’ll go around the track for awhile. Sometimes you’ll be derailed, sometimes you’ll get stuck and need a push from another engine. Sometimes your batteries will run down and need to be recharged/replaced. Then, one day, whether you’re on the track or not; whether your batteries have just been replaced and your paint has been touched up, and you spent the weekend resting in the depot, your motor will just stop. And people can cry and toddlers can beg for “barries” and parents can look for a replacement, but none of these efforts will ever move you around that track again.

The Kids Are Alright

Passing thought…this is the first generation of children to grow up with the omnipresence of social media such as Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. With so many parents compulsively pressing the ‘post’ button on every moment of their child lives, I’m just curious about the consequences. Can one suppose these youth will be satisfied with their online presence when they reach the age of consent? Will it contribute to the collective narcissism of an entire group of people? Will they exact their revenge on us when we are old and senile, posting pictures of US drooling and in diapers on THEIR social media?

The possibilities are Orwellian.