Etcetera
It's final: I am officially unemployed. I'm holding a bonfire party to burn all my red and khaki, for anyone else who likes to watch things burn. Ha. I'm having mixed feelings about the whole situation: on one hand, it's exciting (though unnerving) to be going into another transition in life, and I'm honestly ready for a few weeks of downtime, as I'm physically exhausted and spiritually chaotic; but I'm also going to miss some of those lovely Target people very much.
Overall, though, I know whatever God's planned for the months ahead will be completely unexpected and unfailingly phenomenal. There's so much more to be said, but it would induce carpal tunnel if I were to write it all here.
On a different note, I have just finished one of the most incredible books I have read in quite a long time: David Sheff's Beautiful Boy, his account of living through his son's addiction to crystal meth. When I picked it up at the library, I was (I admit) thinking, Oh yeah, typical addiction story--not intending to discount people's experiences, but I've read a lot of similar books on the subject. Well, sir, this book was not at all what I had expected. The way Mr. Sheff wrote his story, one feels as if he is, to some extent, witnessing the events as they happen. It is completely heartwrenching, but it is so honest and compelling...I can't adequately explain to you how deeply engrossed I was in this book. Incredible. There's not much I can tell you about it that wouldn't seem understated after reading it for yourself, so, do.
While we're discussing entertainment, I may as well tell you that it is Beatlemania at my house these days. Last.fm shows me at nearly 300 plays in--what?--four days or so. Ha! It's auditory gluttony, really, but I suddenly discovered just how outstanding they really were. This, of course, has nothing whatsoever to do with the massive biography of Paul McCartney I've been devouring this week. No, nothing at all...
But honestly, A Hard Day's Night? How can you not love the Beatles! It's very period, but regardless, it's definitely one of the best movies of all time.
"I now declare this bridge open."
Ah, the madness...
Cheers.
Overall, though, I know whatever God's planned for the months ahead will be completely unexpected and unfailingly phenomenal. There's so much more to be said, but it would induce carpal tunnel if I were to write it all here.
On a different note, I have just finished one of the most incredible books I have read in quite a long time: David Sheff's Beautiful Boy, his account of living through his son's addiction to crystal meth. When I picked it up at the library, I was (I admit) thinking, Oh yeah, typical addiction story--not intending to discount people's experiences, but I've read a lot of similar books on the subject. Well, sir, this book was not at all what I had expected. The way Mr. Sheff wrote his story, one feels as if he is, to some extent, witnessing the events as they happen. It is completely heartwrenching, but it is so honest and compelling...I can't adequately explain to you how deeply engrossed I was in this book. Incredible. There's not much I can tell you about it that wouldn't seem understated after reading it for yourself, so, do.
While we're discussing entertainment, I may as well tell you that it is Beatlemania at my house these days. Last.fm shows me at nearly 300 plays in--what?--four days or so. Ha! It's auditory gluttony, really, but I suddenly discovered just how outstanding they really were. This, of course, has nothing whatsoever to do with the massive biography of Paul McCartney I've been devouring this week. No, nothing at all...
But honestly, A Hard Day's Night? How can you not love the Beatles! It's very period, but regardless, it's definitely one of the best movies of all time.
"I now declare this bridge open."
Ah, the madness...
Cheers.