["like, way to drown yourself in a rowboat."]
happy birthday, fitofpique! i hope your day is wonderful, full of chocolate and alcohol and naked boys. i love you muchly and miss you lots. ♥
the problem with not taking classes this summer is that i have a lot of time on my hands. sure, i'm working 35 hours a week, but i don't have any homework when i get home, and i can only sit and write for a couple of hours at a time before my brain shuts down, and i'm poooooor until the end of the month when i get paid, so spending a lot of time at bars or concerts or the movies is right out. this leads to problems like becoming completely obsessed with various things: things like downloading mason jennings bootlegs (seriously, in the last two weeks? i have downloaded nearly four gigs of mason bootlegs, and i am checking all three mason message boards AND archive.org at least three times a day, hoping boots from this tour have started to surface) and lusting after jeremy piven.
i have an addict's mind; i always have. when i get hung up on something, i can't let it go until the obsession runs its course. this week, it's jeremy piven. poor oracleasb has spent quite a bit of time this week listening to me rhapsodize about the piven, despite the fact that she's been in austin, texas, since tuesday. yesterday when she called, the first thing i said when i picked up the phone was, "the piven is on will and grace and he's so sleazy and i looooooove him." i didn't even say hello.
she, naturally, said, "what?" poor girl. she puts up with far too much from me, i tell you what. (but! the piven! i looooooooooove him!)
anyway. thursday. thursday, thursday, thursday. today? sucks. it's hot, and work is boring, and i would demand a do-over on this week, except that this week has been a) hot and b) boring and c) sucky, and i don't want to relive that. instead, have a top five list, spawned indirectly by a conversation with pru last night: top five books you "should" have read but haven't. classics. or not classics. whatever. fair game includes things you started but couldn't or didn't finish. you know the drill.
my list:1. ulysses, james joyce. i was an english major. i should have read this. i haven't, because fact: i think james joyce sucks. and the man didn't know a full stop from a hole in the ground, jesus christ.
2. wicked, gregory maguire. i am sorry, apparently this is excellent, people who know my love for retold stories tell me i will love this, but i think the man cannot write a lick and i have never managed to finish this book.
3. stranger in a strange land, robert heinlein. i love scifi. i have never made it further than three pages into this book without falling asleep.
4. look homeward, angel, thomas wolfe. maybe not a "should have" for everyone out there, but it's a classic of north carolina literature and, you know, if i'd gone the english phd way instead of the library science ms/info science phd way, i'd have ended up writing about some aspect of literature of the american south. so it's a travesty, really, that i haven't read this. but. well. i fell asleep in the middle of page 41 this morning.
5. walden, henry david thoreau. (eta: HA, not emerson! also, i suck.) uh, do i have to give my english BA back now?
OKAY, NOW YOU GO. come on, all of you who've held out on dan brown! fly your flags high here! (seriously. i read the da vinci code, and that is four hours i would like back, please. if you haven't read it, i want to know so i can praise you for not wasting your fracking time.)
(also, in terms of "should have", i think that sars' essay book smarts is one of the best things i've ever read about should have versus wasting your time on stuff that sucks. and yes, of course, i know: who decides what sucks? this is a top five that's open for much interpretation, play it however you want to read it. okay? okay.)
finally: i have some big, big love for the tarheel baseball team today, because last night they advanced to the championship series in the college baseball world series for the first time ever, and it was all because of a play at the plate, made by an adorable, sweet-tempered, thoroughly mediocre catcher. ♥
the problem with not taking classes this summer is that i have a lot of time on my hands. sure, i'm working 35 hours a week, but i don't have any homework when i get home, and i can only sit and write for a couple of hours at a time before my brain shuts down, and i'm poooooor until the end of the month when i get paid, so spending a lot of time at bars or concerts or the movies is right out. this leads to problems like becoming completely obsessed with various things: things like downloading mason jennings bootlegs (seriously, in the last two weeks? i have downloaded nearly four gigs of mason bootlegs, and i am checking all three mason message boards AND archive.org at least three times a day, hoping boots from this tour have started to surface) and lusting after jeremy piven.
i have an addict's mind; i always have. when i get hung up on something, i can't let it go until the obsession runs its course. this week, it's jeremy piven. poor oracleasb has spent quite a bit of time this week listening to me rhapsodize about the piven, despite the fact that she's been in austin, texas, since tuesday. yesterday when she called, the first thing i said when i picked up the phone was, "the piven is on will and grace and he's so sleazy and i looooooove him." i didn't even say hello.
she, naturally, said, "what?" poor girl. she puts up with far too much from me, i tell you what. (but! the piven! i looooooooooove him!)
anyway. thursday. thursday, thursday, thursday. today? sucks. it's hot, and work is boring, and i would demand a do-over on this week, except that this week has been a) hot and b) boring and c) sucky, and i don't want to relive that. instead, have a top five list, spawned indirectly by a conversation with pru last night: top five books you "should" have read but haven't. classics. or not classics. whatever. fair game includes things you started but couldn't or didn't finish. you know the drill.
my list:1. ulysses, james joyce. i was an english major. i should have read this. i haven't, because fact: i think james joyce sucks. and the man didn't know a full stop from a hole in the ground, jesus christ.
2. wicked, gregory maguire. i am sorry, apparently this is excellent, people who know my love for retold stories tell me i will love this, but i think the man cannot write a lick and i have never managed to finish this book.
3. stranger in a strange land, robert heinlein. i love scifi. i have never made it further than three pages into this book without falling asleep.
4. look homeward, angel, thomas wolfe. maybe not a "should have" for everyone out there, but it's a classic of north carolina literature and, you know, if i'd gone the english phd way instead of the library science ms/info science phd way, i'd have ended up writing about some aspect of literature of the american south. so it's a travesty, really, that i haven't read this. but. well. i fell asleep in the middle of page 41 this morning.
5. walden, henry david thoreau. (eta: HA, not emerson! also, i suck.) uh, do i have to give my english BA back now?
OKAY, NOW YOU GO. come on, all of you who've held out on dan brown! fly your flags high here! (seriously. i read the da vinci code, and that is four hours i would like back, please. if you haven't read it, i want to know so i can praise you for not wasting your fracking time.)
(also, in terms of "should have", i think that sars' essay book smarts is one of the best things i've ever read about should have versus wasting your time on stuff that sucks. and yes, of course, i know: who decides what sucks? this is a top five that's open for much interpretation, play it however you want to read it. okay? okay.)
finally: i have some big, big love for the tarheel baseball team today, because last night they advanced to the championship series in the college baseball world series for the first time ever, and it was all because of a play at the plate, made by an adorable, sweet-tempered, thoroughly mediocre catcher. ♥