Who is that svelte creature in the mirror? Oh wait, it's a poster for Victoria's Secret.
Today I bought a new swimsuit. UGH. Trying on swimsuits until you find one that you don't look hideous in is quite the vanity-deflator. In the end I got a speedo brand black one piece. It's quite stylish and wasn't hideously expensive and looked all right. I'm not a glamorous swimsuit model, and it irks me that (while having no particular issues with the way I look) I still feel like I SHOULD look that way - airbrushed, slim and toned, tanned, long-limbed. I have had 36 years on this earth without looking in the mirror and seeing that, I don't know what it is in me that still expects to see it now. That's just insanity.
I also spent the Christmas Borders voucher I got, on "Parrot and Olivier in America" by Peter Carey. I LOVE Peter Carey, and this is his newest (still in hardcover!) and has been well reviewed, including the final comment in the last review I read: "I loved it." I'm in love with other people's enthusiasm, so that made the choice even easier. I recently finished "The Line of Beauty" by Alan Hollinghurst which I believe may have won the Man Booker prize. I must say, I didn't particularly care for it, despite the subject matter (the narrator is a young gay man in Thatcher's Britain). I found the prose affected (kind of Evelyn Waugh-like, only not quite) and the narrator ANNOYING. I kind of hate Tories! And the British class system! And over-privileged wankers! So that was three strikes against on that one, even though that was what was being critiqued as well. Also, it was set in the eighties which I know are mega-cool these days, but I lived through them, owned the Wham! album un-ironically, had the exceptionally bad hair and big glasses, and desired beyond anything a pair of lace gloves like Madonna's. I therefore can't appreciate the cool in that decade. Nonetheless, I made it through to the end of the novel, and declare it... all right. Not a big winner from my perspective though.
Also, I stayed home and wrote in the afternoon and the evening. Tony played "Assassin's Creed 2." He's not usually a great gamer (except when the new FIFA comes out) but he's really into the Renaissance, and sneaking around on rooftops, apparently. Also he's met Leonardo da Vinci, which greatly excited him.
TICK TOCK the year is getting older as we speak! 2010 fills me with excitement and apprehension. What will happen? 2009 seems to have been stacked full of events, people, and emotions. I don't know if I can handle another one like that again.
I also spent the Christmas Borders voucher I got, on "Parrot and Olivier in America" by Peter Carey. I LOVE Peter Carey, and this is his newest (still in hardcover!) and has been well reviewed, including the final comment in the last review I read: "I loved it." I'm in love with other people's enthusiasm, so that made the choice even easier. I recently finished "The Line of Beauty" by Alan Hollinghurst which I believe may have won the Man Booker prize. I must say, I didn't particularly care for it, despite the subject matter (the narrator is a young gay man in Thatcher's Britain). I found the prose affected (kind of Evelyn Waugh-like, only not quite) and the narrator ANNOYING. I kind of hate Tories! And the British class system! And over-privileged wankers! So that was three strikes against on that one, even though that was what was being critiqued as well. Also, it was set in the eighties which I know are mega-cool these days, but I lived through them, owned the Wham! album un-ironically, had the exceptionally bad hair and big glasses, and desired beyond anything a pair of lace gloves like Madonna's. I therefore can't appreciate the cool in that decade. Nonetheless, I made it through to the end of the novel, and declare it... all right. Not a big winner from my perspective though.
Also, I stayed home and wrote in the afternoon and the evening. Tony played "Assassin's Creed 2." He's not usually a great gamer (except when the new FIFA comes out) but he's really into the Renaissance, and sneaking around on rooftops, apparently. Also he's met Leonardo da Vinci, which greatly excited him.
TICK TOCK the year is getting older as we speak! 2010 fills me with excitement and apprehension. What will happen? 2009 seems to have been stacked full of events, people, and emotions. I don't know if I can handle another one like that again.