‘Tis a new week. I feel good. I feel pumped. Perhaps this is the week I’m back on my game destroying these files and ranking in the high numbers. Taking back my imaginary invisible crown I pretend I don’t like to wear. I wouldn’t wear it either, I’d just hang it somewhere so no one would even know I have it. I like to let my work stand out. But I desire some BK French toast sticks first.
In completely non-office related news, I had a long discussion with an old friend, er, brother from Purchase on Friday night… or Saturday morning. It inspired me, no, propelled me to publish a poem I had written but never typed. Due to where it’s published, I’m not going to display it here on the blog and I’ll make you use the link to read it. It’s on Behance, since it’s such an awesome site and all, I like to plug where credit is due.
Anyway, I actually wrote this poem while I was at work one day (still in the office at the time) and had Coldplay’s Viva la Vida on repeat for who knows how long. But the song was motivation for the inspiration of this poem about my friend, who I reigned as an outlaw king with, on a starry night on campus. (If you’ve never heard the song, give it a listen, and if you can help it, listen to it while you read the poem.) There’s lot of metaphors galore and surrealistic images about in the poem and tells an abstract true story. It’s a poem that’s really meant for him, but appeals or relates to those who went to Purchase too. I could imagine a lot of my friends having a similar experience to what I portray. One friend has already revealed they truly felt the message I delivered. But I can completely understand if you have no idea about this college, or the relationship my friend and I had, and this one kinda goes over your head. This is just my disclaimer in saying, this one might not be for you. But if you “get it” and enjoy it, then that’s awesome! Welcome to a slice of Purchase life. And even if you don’t really get it, at least enjoy the imagery I paint. Without further adieu, I present The Night We Ruled the World.
Special shout outs to the Dagger and Magz.
"the night we ruled the world"
fripodding and young’ns with old’ns
Unlike many popular magazines that I tend to read, there are always reviews of the latest and hottest movies or songs/albums/artists that recently hit the shelves. For both my movie reviews and these iPicks for friPodding, I pick whatever I feel is great at the time. The movie reviews are usually written about movies I’ve seen for the first time… and those are on the MySpace blog.
Today’s pick is somewhat random thanks to watching a commercial I grew to love… along with many other people across the nation. Remember that De beer’s commercial with the husband creeping out of bed in the middle of the night to retrieve a diamond necklace for his wife, and then puts it on her while she’s still asleep, but then starts to wake up, so then he quickly acts like he’s asleep but she still catches him anyway and has that look of surprise and glee? I’d embed the YouTube video… but I’m lazy. Plus I just told you what the commercial is…
However, I’m also a liar on occasion. And my teachers always tell me to “don’t tell me, show me.” Anyway, this is Cat Power singing How Do I Tell You. This is a cover of Cat Steven’s song. And as this commercial shows a happy loving event, the song itself is quite sad. No doubt it’s still a beautiful and touching song, but still a little tearful to hear about this guy who wants to tell this girl who is not around how he feels about her. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can relate. I haven’t dried over the song or over anyone, but I sure keeping it on repeat for a couple hours will make me want to sit in a dark corner and write sad poetry in the midst of my tears. Perhaps that’s how this song was written. This is a song I’d love to write/direct a retro music video. I can see a guy walking around remembering the girl he once knew, and possibly showing what may have happened to her. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t have the video end on a happy note. Since, as I said, the lyrics aren’t really cheerful. Unless you end it with a happy memory. Still, it’s depressing because it’s the past and you know the dude is in misery in the present.
Regardless, it’s an awesome song. And there are times I like something soothing to just mellow out to. Like most people, I prefer a full version of Cat Power’s cover… but alas, she has yet to record it and from what I hear, doesn’t have plans to. So I made myself enjoy the original Cat Steven’s version (I listened to it over and over). Ironically enough, iSaac has Cat Power and Cat Stevens back to back (alphabetically of course) with Powers singing a cover of “Sea of Love” and Stevens singing “How Do I Tell You.” There is a lady out there (on YouTube) who recorded a cover of Cat Power’s cover of Cat Stevens… it sounds nice, but I don’t want to buy it right now.
In other news, I’d just like to say that the youth is taking over. (The youth are taking over? The youth is taking over… It’s a single group of people… making it singular… or plural… since it’s more than one… youths…) The younger generation is taking over. My friend was helping her mom write a resume. I was teaching my grandmother how to send email. My sister sets up my dad’s cell phone. These are things some would assume adults to teach the kids. (Technically, my friend, my sis and myself aren’t children… but in the elders eyes, ya know.)
I thought about this as I was assisting my mother in teaching my grandmother how to get around the Internet. She couldn’t figure out why or how people could spend all day on it. I recently set her up with her own email address so she can get in contact with her sisters, and even her daughters (one is in PA, the other VA). It was an interesting experience teaching her something that seems to come naturally to me. Not that I’ve been emailing since I came from the womb, but to have such vast knowledge of how what has become commonplace to society, and to teach others who aren’t that familiar, it’s kind of an incredible feeling. This woman who makes some of the best food, gave me some of my first acting lessons, and showed me what love for family is all about, and here I am able to give back and teach her something.
Her, my mom and I had some laughs. She was using my dad’s laptop and had to use the touch pad. Both my grandmother and mom don’t like it that much. I’m liking it more than having a mouse… well, until I get Photoshop or something. But it’s little things like clicking on the buttons or getting your cursor to where you need it to be. And I’m not teasing her or anything, it’s just that its new and it takes some getting used to.
So the younger generation is taking over and leading the way for both the older and the even youngerer generations to come. And yes, I’m hinting and linking to something bigger like politics. Let the younger guy come in with some new and fresh ideas. C’mon, you know you wanna.
Speaking of that, hopefully I’ll be registered in time. It occurred to me a couple weeks ago that I was still registered to vote in New York, when I was schooling at Purchase at the time. Since I don’t have plans of going back, nor did I want to take an hour to drive there, vote, and drive back… I figured to just register like a normal person. For some silly reason, I was under the impression I was already registered. I don’t know why. But hopefully I’m good to go. So then I do my civic duty, then I’ll sit in front of CNN for the rest of the night. I know I probably wouldn’t have to, but they have the best political news team. CNN and Comedy Central. Oh yes, I need my Daily and Colbert. However, I have a tough time choosing between Colbert and Leno. I need my nightly news mockings.
Moreover, never have I been so sick of hearing a simple name in the span of 24 hours. You know it… Joe the Plumber. My sweet Lord in Heaven. EVERYONE talked about it. Everyone. And some of the jokes were pretty funny, so I didn’t really mind it all that much at first. Yes, he’s now the most famous plumber in America. At least there’s a face to this guy other than Joe Six-pack who I’m still trying to figure out if he has six pack abs or six pack of beer. I’m thinking the latter. The average guy doesn’t have a six pack. …It’s actually a wish the average guy has a six pack. The average girl probably wishes that too. Anyway, I knew I was in trouble when I heard the joke that Joe the Plumber has had more interviews in one day than Palin has had since she was chosen. I heard that four times. Then the truths about Joe started coming out. He’s not licensed. He wouldn’t really be affected by such and such and blah blah… I’m losing interest talking about it now. Plus I’m feeding into what I don’t like. I’m already considering erasing what I typed. Self-loathing? Now I’m depressed. Thanks a lot Cat Stevens! I’m going to go sit in a dark corner now.
Actually, it’s lunch time so I’m going to go find nutrients. Later, I’m going to go to work. Office work. I know, I know… I have Fridays off. But I’ve been behind in my numbers the last couple weeks and I have a reputation (ahem). So I’ll sign on for a minute and finish up some unfinished business. I just got promoted! I can’t suddenly look like a slacker. Unless I finished all my work early, then and only then can I waste time playing sudoku or window shopping on Amazon.
if you haven’t know-ticed…
See that? What I did there with the title? Word play. I love it!
I couldn’t wait until Friday so I decided to just post about it now that I did a wee bit of redesigning to my blog. Notice the sidebar (if you are actually looking at the actual page and not reading from a RSS or emailed directly to you, you don’t see any change whatsoever and you must immediately check it out… by the way, I love you people who are using the RSS or emailing system, I love you dearly from the basements of my heart.)
Now as I discuss what’s on the sidebar, I’m going to go in the order of they are presented as of right now. First, there’s the chance to be apart of the Workforce. Or be an Indoober, if you will. I don’t really want to use that term, it reminds me of Goober and it makes me think of The Andy Griffith Show. Not a show I really want to be compared with. The pace of that show… How about Indoobians? I like that one. Be an Indoobian in the Workforce and click to be a follower.
Next is the subscribe buttons so you can read my posts and comments via a reader. I have subscribed to a bunch of other blogs this way, although I tend to go directly to their page. I actually forget I have a Google and Yahoo RSS readers.
My Blog List is sort’ve defines itself. They are my favorite blogs I like reading. And there’s a nifty feature that displays the first few lines of said post. So I’m warned what I’m about to get into. I also know when there’s a new post. Again, I tend to forget I have RSS programs to tell me that. I’m still a little new with the RSS thing.
I have two polls on my blog right now. Both are serious questions about non-serious things, but I’m curious to know what you, the reader, think, because I care. I want your vote! I apologize, I almost went into a political mode. With all these politicos going on, I can’t help but to do the confused doggy head tilt when news networks unveil the latest poll saying who’s up and by how many points. Why? For one thing, the numbers aren’t always the same when you change the channels. Perhaps they’re close… but really… who can you believe? The other reason I try to ignore polls is because I know the technique in how some sources get their answers. WORD PLAY. It’s all in the wording of the questions pollsters might ask to get a desired response. Is this the truth all the time? No. Fortunately, lately, they’ve been asking different questions like “What VP has the best hair?” And the majority says Palin with the next answer being “undecided.” Lastly, the other reason I’m so-so on the polls is I don’t know who they are asking. Again, sometimes they’ll tell you “This survey was conducted on our website” but sometimes, they just throw the numbers out there to watch you react. The main numbers I’m concerned about are the actual votes on Election Day.
I digress. That has nothing to do with my polls. I’m asking questions about Christmas shopping and Seinfeld.
The live traffic feed is something I kinda stole from my friend Jaden over at Screenwriting for Hollywood. First of all, that’s a great place for movie information, especially from a screenwriting point of view. And as a young scribe, I can learn a lot from someone who has been in the business and has experience to guide both beginners and professionals alike. I forgot what I was talking about… oh yes, the live traffic feed. There’s a nifty little map on the sidebar that shows all the hits from all over the world of visitors to this site. I wanted one too. I know I only get maybe two hits a week, but still, those two hits matter to me. So it wouldn’t be exact copying, I decided to choose the option of showing me the flag and where my visitor came from. There are more little things to click on to show you a big map, how long ago they visited, where they clicked from, stuff like that.
The next one is “What’s iSaac Doing?” It’s all in caps, so I broke it down for you… iSaac is my iPod. 95% of the time, iSaac is wherever I am. Maybe 55% of the time, iSaac is playing something. How these little feature thing works, I have to have iTunes on and running in order for my little gadget to say what iSaac is currently playing, even though iSaac might not be playing anything at all. The POINT is that this shows what iSaac could be playing. Plus, I leave my laptop on all the time. So I decided to let iTunes run all the time so it’ll look like there’s always some music playing on my blog. Obviously you as a reader can’t hear it… that costs money. Someday… The Indoob Workforce Radio with iSaac and DJ sterling silver. And yes, that show would be awesome.
Ya know what else would be awesome? If the official Black American Flag looked like this:
That has nothing to do with my sidebar. I just remember seeing it in a music video and recently in the latest VIBE magazine. I’m really pro-diversity and love for the mixing and mingling of all races and backgrounds… but we all have backgrounds and this flag looks pretty cool to say “Hey, I’m a Black American.” Political correctness would have me say African American, but what does that say about Jamaicans and Haitians? Or even black folk in England? Huh? HUH? Just curious. Plus I can say yes if Eddie Izzard asks if I have a flag (watch Dressed to Kill).
The next three parts of my sidebar have been there since I started the blog. My Behance badge, which features my profile and a quick way to read my poetry or any other works. It’s a great way for artistic and creative people to get together with one another. MySpace wishes they had it like this. Evidently, this is how I found Melissa’s Writing Forward. The next is my “Bio” which I may actually add a bit more to later. But the sentence sums me and this blog up… in a sentence. Heh… Then its the acrive so you can trace me back to the beginning of the blog. Woot!
Unrelated–my last post was about poverty and a charity I like is ONE.org. Check them out, they are doing great things that doesn’t get media attention… except their own commercials. Anyway, I forgot to mention another great cause– FreeRice.com! It’s fun, educational and helpful! “Fun and education? I don’t believe it!” Believe it sir or ma’am or thing. It started out with a fun word game that everytime you picked the right synonym, they’d donate 20 grains of rice. Then you work your way up the levels. Obviously the higher you go, the harder the words. Words you never hear unless you have a pompous college professor who speaks over your head anyway. I actually cheated from level 30 to level 36 before I switched subjects. There’s chemistry (I skipped that), Spanish and other languages, math, and grammar. Math is the easiest with the multiplication… and it’s the fastest way to rack up rice points. The 20 grains add up. And I did my bit of charity today by playing the game for an hour. You know how much rice I raised? 10,000 grains. No, it wasn’t easy. But I fed a couple wee children. I may have missed out on an hour of work… but one of our systems was down anyway. I say all that to say this: go there. Feel stupid for not knowing words nobody important knows anyway all for a good cause! Special shout out to Kathy who told me about it first.
I don’t know how long I’ll keep this part: The moon pic of the day. I have a thing for the moon. I’m a nocturnal creature. I don’t howl at it (anymore) but I do love to stare up at it. Sometime write poetry in it’s majestic bluish light. It’s nice. I like it. The pics? They’re okay. I just wanted to try something new. Furthermore, if you scroll down (or just hit “End” on your keyboard), you’ll see “Woot! Watcher.” It won’t take you long to figure out why I have this on my blog. If you’ve read most of my posts, you would know why. If you don’t, just read the previous paragraph and you’ll find one of my catchphrases. The things featured in the section are sometimes woot-worthy by my standards. But really, I don’t care. I check it once in a while. Right now there’s a Dyson vacuum. I like their commercials but you have to be outside your mind if you think I’ll pay over $300 for a vacuum. Actually it might be $600. I can’t remember. It’s been that long since I’ve worked for the Mart, and yes, they would sell them. Somehow.
These are my updates, so now you know. Follow, subscribe, read my friends, vote, vote again, stalk, read what I hear, read stuff I do, read about me, read what my past, and howl at the moon. Woot!
B.A.D. 2008: Poverty
‘Tis Blog Action Day for the year 2008. Where blogs and podcast all across the planet get together for a worthy cause–to aid in the war on poverty.
Sadly, it sounds like another victory-less battle, such as the war on drugs, war on terror, war on the obese. But there’s no reason to not try! Had I been on top of my poetry game this year, I might’ve had a Poetry Show this week to go along with BAD ’08. Every show, I charge admission to be entertained one can per person. Or I try at least. Then I donate the goods to the local supermarket’s food drive.
Some know that the charity I’d most likely give to is anything dealing with the arts. But overall, you need to eat before you can create. You can only write, paint, sculpt so much before you turn around and try to chew on the paper, paints and clay. If you are about 1 or 2 years old, I might let it slide. Just as long as it’s not toxic. But I’d much rather you eat something nutritious. And yes, I talk to wee children like they are grown people. They’ll understand when they’re older.
As for other campaigns on the march to destroying poverty, I like ONE.org. I was trying to donate and get me one of those nifty white bracelet things. Everyone has the Livestrong yellow band… and I didn’t want to be like everyone. I’m sure if I was running for some office, someone would instantly turn this into “t. sterling watson is FOR CANCER!” Yes, I stole that idea from the movie Head of State. Anyway, the ONE organization wants to eliminate poverty in Africa. Poverty and AIDS to be exact. Again, it’s not something that will happen immediately, but who’s to say that it won’t at all.
Personally, the way I see it: I’m not trying to save the world. I trying to save just that one little boy or little girl, or both if I’m feeling tender hearted, warm and gushy inside. And you know that one kid, you see them all the time on the “Save the Children” commercials where the host-dude makes you feel bad for buying a cup of coffee when you could be using it to buy that poor child some rice. I’m not saying I’m not affected by these ads. I just wish they end on happier notes. Like those before and after shots: “This is my home before” (and it shows some shack or whole in the mud, and a naked boy with no food) “but this is me now!” (A nicer shack, the boy has some meat on his bones, he’s in school and is smiling and wearing clean clothes) “Thank you for sponsoring me!” And the commercial ends. But I know that won’t pull at the heart strings as much. I know their tricks.
Nevertheless, it’s all for a good cause. I’m going to do my part and save a child or donate what I can to whomever I can. The ONE.org place is a good place to start. They email me a lot and unfortunately they started going into the spam box. It wasn’t intentional, honest. But if you can sponsor a child, go for it. If you know of a local food bank or pantry that accept donations, buy some extra cans to donate there. They say charity starts at home. I really don’t know who “they” are, so I just give wherever I can and see a need.
write about now
Lately I’m finding more time to myself now that I’m getting other… I don’t know… I guess you can call them distractions… but they are getting out of the way. One of the bigger issues was getting Sam back, which I have done. It’s not completely taken care of yet since I still owe some $$$ on the repair job. At least it’s inspired me of yet another project to work on tentively titled “Adventures in Having a Car.” It will showcase the “joys” of operating a motor vehicle. A big segment will be devoted to “The Law” and all the fun you can have going to court for various reasons like driving and talking on you cell phone (which is illegal in Connecticut), driving an unregistered and/or uninsured car, and my latest offense–speeding. In one episode, we’ll talk about why and how you can benefit fighting a ticket and what happens if you don’t. Then we’ll shed some light on yet another reason I might want to leave Sam and CT for the subway and cab-filled city of New York.
To shed some light on where this idea came from, I got a notice from the lovely DMV telling me I need to take a course in driving safety or else my license will be suspended. This is due to me just paying my speeding ticket thinking that it will be over and done with. I was mistaken. Sigh.
But back to the writing–I sit at my console (I love saying that) and I look through my list of projects to work on and never actually get around to working on any of them. I get distracted by other things I have on my table (which is usually half of my bed) which consists of unwatched movies and unread books. Wednesday I got a good 2 hours of harp learning and practice in. Saturday and Sunday I did some Spanish exercises. You can expect me to throw in some Spanish from time to time here. Furthermore, Saturday night I finally watched The Forbidden Kingdom which has been sitting on my bed for the past two weeks. I still need to finish watching Freaks and Geeks so I can return those to Netflix and get more DVDs to sit on my bed unwatched for weeks at a time.
Speaking of my room, I was terrified of a freakishly large spider hanging out on my jeans yesterday. I wasn’t wearing them yet, and at first glance thought it was a ball of string. My God I was wrong. I’m not a girl. I don’t scream. I voiced a very manly “WHOA!” and tossed them in the middle of the room, watching them cautiously lay there being passively occupied by an intruder with 6 extra legs. I grabbed one of four shoes I found and pounded around looking for this quarter-sized pants-stealer. I found him/her eventually and committed spidercide, then vacuumed the body, put on my pants, and went to church. No forgiveness was asked. I think there’s a rule somewhere for spiders thou shalt not touch another man’s garments or something.
I wrote an article years ago for my high school news paper about my friend Billy, who was a spider living in my room. He stayed by the ceiling, and we had an agreement that he would never cross the line, and I won’t kill him. Unfortunately, my mom told me she killed him and didn’t tell me, and an imposter Billy came about, but failed to recognize the treaty. I do believe I killed that one once I learned of Billy’s fate. But I find it humorous thinking “what if…” What if who I killed Sunday was actually Billy? Or maybe Billy’s offspring seeking revenge? I didn’t see a resemblance. Billy was much smaller than this beast. I don’t think they were remotely related.
I digress. Severely. I really wanna write a script or something but have a hard time choosing from projects I’ve started. But I think I’m going to set a goal for myself this week to work on some of the serial works I have. Like the Fickette McSavvy cartoon. At least I can have a pilot episode written. At least. Or maybe my Noah Madison stories. Something. I need the juices to pump and flow. I need the euphoria of accomplishment. Hmmm… I like that. Plus you just don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to throw a word like “euphoria” out and have it actually mean something. I decree that will be the middle name of a future child! Do you hear that future wife and mother to that child(ren)? ______ Euphoria Watson. Heck! It even works as a first name. And it is written. Other names I like to throw in the ring: Jade, Phoenix, Nefertiti… I can’t think of the others right now.
I’m not sure when the writing will occur. Possibly tomorrow evening after work and before Fringe. Maybe late on Thursday night. Sometime during Friday or Saturday? Who really knows? Plus I have a number of books to complete/study/skim. So I must make time for that also. Stay in school, kids.
fripodding and office space
So it’s Friday again, and we all know what that means…
Pay day? (Not for me.) Pizza for lunch at school? (Perhaps for those schools that are still open on Friday.) TGIF on ABC? (Does that still come on anymore?) New movies in theaters? (Well… yeah, but how often do I go to the movies on a Friday for a new release? …That soon may change though.)
Basically, it’s time for my friPod iPick brought to you by my iPod iSaac. [This is where I’d have my in-house band play a little jingle as the previous words animate themselves on the screen.]
Today’s pick really should’ve been last Friday’s pick. And I’ll tell you why–I bought the CD last Friday and didn’t listen to it until AFTER I wrote about Al Green. Now don’t get me wrong, I would’ve still iPicked Al Green’s Stay With Me, but just not that day. I recently made a Genius playlist from it too. But these things happen for a reason. And it makes sense that I waited, and really got to get into this new album. What album do I speak of?
I highly recommend you run and pick up a copy of this masterpiece. Most of you know of my endless search for today’s artist with yesterday’s sound. That Motowny, classic R&B sounds from the 60’s… like The Tempts, Marvin, Smokey, Diana, Four Tops, etc. Joss Stone made the list. Solange made the list. Leela James made the list. I’d even say John Legend made the list. Raphael Saadiq is the list. I couldn’t stop listening to this album. I was watching TV and every commercial break I’d switch on iSaac featuring any of the 13 songs from this CD. I will quickly complain about 1 thing I disliked about this nigh-perfect album… It’s too short. I don’t seriously mind the songs being as short as they are. Again, that’s how the songs were back then. But this CD clocks in UNDER an hour. HEY! Compact discs can have up to 74 minutes! And probably more with today’s technology! Let’s fill it up! I want more! You could have like 21 songs, Saadiq! C’MON! Growl…
So, this is a CD I can listen to all day long and barely skip a track. I’ve been iPoding it all week. So it’s hard to pick just one. So I’ll pick three. The first one that caught my attention is actually one of the last songs (and for good reason–save the best for last): Sometimes. This song channels my hero Sam Cooke to a wonderful degree. I was sensing A Change is Gonna Come. No doubt this is a song I’ll memorize and sing to myself. Next… Big Easy which is an upbeat fast moving song and an obvious tribute to New Orleans and what happened with Katrina. I couldn’t get past the instruments to get that message, but that’s why I listen to songs over and over again. Between that jazzy feel this song has and feeling like you are at a jazzy night club, this could easily be one my favorite songs. My third choice would be Calling which has one of those 60’s slow jam vibes to it. The earliest song I can think of is Jerry Butler’s For Your Precious Love. I actually made a whole playlist of songs past and present that have that sound. Again, it’s in the instruments. But this also has a slight latin twist with some Spanish speaking lady soothing the ears of the listen, probably telling the guy why she isn’t answering his call. It’s a wee bit sad, but I love this song.
I could sit here and tell you about each track, but I won’t. It’s rare that I find a CD I can listen to from beginning to end and just… love it. But this one has done it. Instant classic and throwback to that classic 60’s 70’s R&B sounds. Oh, and Stevie Wonder is on this too! I can’t tell you enough how awesome this CD is! Eargasms all around! I even put the picture of the album up. But we’ll move on.
So I decided to finally post a pciture of my new wall. I forget the official Japanese name for it, but here it is.
It’s not the best picture, but I was rushing. I took it at night so I could utilize the lights on my desk to show the bamboo design. You see 5 panels, but there’s actually 6. I recently moved it again so you can see it. I didn’t take pictures yet. But I will.
I want to talk about the news, but I’ll save it for later. What news-worthy topics do I feel like sharing? What else? Politics and the economy. Instead of getting deep into discussion, I’m just going to leave my opinion for both issues in one word that I will elaborate on later: inevitable.
books? what the stank are those?
So I stole this from my good friend Melissa whom I keep stealing things from… I blame her, it’s all her fault. But this is about books. All about books. I want people to know I do read occasionally… But let me remind you, its occasionally. Plus you guys know me, my thing is cinema. But as a writer, I know the more you read, the better writer you’ll be. It’s gotta be true, my hero Sam Cooke said it!
What was the last book you bought?
Literally, it just came in the mail: The Purpose Driven Life and a supplimental book to that called Daily Inspirations.
Name a book you have read MORE than once
Superfudge… But for something more grown up, I “read” The Purpose Driven Life via audio tapes/CDs.
Has a book ever fundamentally changed the way you see life? If yes, what was it?
Again, Purpose Driven Life and 23 Minutes in Hell.
How do you choose a book – eg. by cover design and summary, recommendations or reviews
Let the record show, I’m not an avid book reader. So I used to read when required (in school) but lately, if a book arouses my interest based on description/summary, I’ll possibly pick it up. Reviews and recommendations help a lot. But usually, it’s my own interest in seeking the book out.
Do you prefer Fiction or Non-Fiction?
Hard to say. Two out of the three books are self-help/DIY/instructional… But one of them is non-fiction. Past books I bought we novelized screenplays… So perhaps it’d be fiction?
What’s more important in a novel – beautiful writing or a gripping plot?
Plot. You can lost in beautiful writing and have no clue what happened for an entire chapter.
Most loved/memorable character (character/book)
Farley Drexel aka Fudge from Superfudge.
Which book or books can be found on your nightstand at the moment?
There’s a sketch book on my make-shift night stand. Half of my bed also acts as a night stand, and yesterday I had Illustrations for Biblical Preaching and that’s still there now, but I added Playing the Harminca (which has been living in my bookbag) and Our Uncle Sam (which I bought a month ago and only read pieces).
What was the last book you’ve read, and when was it?
In it’s entirety–23 Minutes in Hell and I finished that about three-four months ago. I’ve started three since then that I haven’t finished.
Have you ever given up on a book half way in?
Yes. I tried reading a Sherlock Holmes novel. Didn’t finish it. I tried reading Lord of the Flies. I lost interest. And I was supposed to read that for school. Guess what, I still passed that test with flying colors. WOOT! WOOT!
guess who’s (what’s) back?
SAM’S BACK!!! Finally, after about two months, Sam finally comes home from the hospital and sounds better than ever. It better, costing me about 2Gs. I only paid half because that’s all I can afford right now. The longer the doctor made me wait, the more the money burned in my pocket. And it wasn’t really me that wanted to spend it… It was the bills that took it.
Fortunately, I negotiated to have my car loan extended, and my car insurance payments dropped. That allowed me to pay off other things like my speeding ticket, AAA membership (I’m now a Plus member, yes yes yall!) and my Espanol classes.
What’s left on my tab is paying off Purchase loans and Middlesex loans. My wallet won’t ever stop crying. Middlesex first, so I can go back to higher education in January. That’s the plan anyway. If I can’t make it–prostitution. I JEST! I jest. Drugs. Definitely drugs. Again, jokes. I may just take another adult education class, possibly Spanish Dos, or something else like “How to get published”… I think that’s what I saw in the catalogue. But that will be a fun class for me. Then I could put some of my typing energy to use, other than entertain the thousands that read my blog.
I wrote another post earlier today which I don’t think I’m going to post, or maybe I’ll post it later. It was more of a rant on the bipolar disorder, and how it possibly may be linking it to creative people, like myself. I stopped everything to read it, then I responded via my blog in a much longer entry than I usually write. Like I said, it was a rant. To make a long story short, people have suggested I’m bipolar because of the way I am, how I act, and how I feel which changes on a daily basis. A lot of those traits I have are symptoms of bipolarism. I don’t think that’s a word, but go with it. According to what I read on CNN.com, those same symptoms can be applied to just being human. A crazy human, but a human nonetheless. I go into more about the crazy part, but I’ll save it for later.
I had a long meeting today. It was more of a training class. But it was kinda long. Learning a new process to process our files. It’s not important. But I love not having to go to the office for these things and practically everyone is on the phone. Unfortunately, people still don’t know how to use the MUTE button. Sigh. Moving on…
I also wrote about some redecorating in my office, but I’ll save that for later too. I want to try to take pictures and post them at the same time for once. I was going to take a picture of my car, but I had to get back to work and didn’t have time. Plus right now, it’s not that deep.
What I really want to do is go to sleep. But I want to watch the debate (on CNN). Then tomorrow, I need to make sure I’m registered to vote. I don’t think I am. Before I hear gasps across the nation, let me explain–I am registered to vote, I just need to make sure I’m registered in Connecticut. The last time I voted, I was in New York schooling at Purchase. See? Fortunately, CT laws say I have until the day before Election day. Again, don’t worry, I’m not going to wait that long. I’ll do it a week before.
I may have another post before the night is through, dealing with books. Why the stank would I have a post about books? Well, it interested me when I read it and I want people to know I read more than just Entertainment Weekly. But don’t hold your breath… it’s not much of a reading list, but possibly insightful nonetheless. (That’s twice I used that word today.) Plus it’s me we’re talking about, of course you’ll be interested in what I do when I’m not writing, watching movies or stuffing my face with nutrients. Cinnabon, anyone? (I wish.)
pictures for things i blogged about earlier
So I stopped being lazy and took some pictures… First up–iSaac my new iPod. …and a Hunts ketchup packet. It came with some food I ordered the other day. By the way, iSaac is showing you movie trailers it’s holding, ’cause he’s good like that.
This is the thing I referred to in an earlier post. It came in a plastic packaged mailed to my house. This thing was sent from the company I work for, for being at the meeting that I really wasn’t. Every “town hall meeting” that occurs, we get stuff. Last time they gave us water bottles, which were actually practical and useful. Before that–another strange weird thingy that’s currently collecting dust and I’ll never use. What it really is, is this beach thing that you lay on. But when I first received it, it looked like a pillow. A rouch pillow made out of straw. I’d take a picture of that, but I don’t remember where I lost it.
After my mother got hers (like 5 minutes later) she told me what it is, and what it’s used for. I thought it was a bag. A strange bag. Well, it’s got pockets. And everything they give us has the company’s name plastered on the side of it. (Obviously I’m showing you the blank side.) I had a co-worker share her view and concern wishing everything didn’t say where she worked. I believe we were talking about the water bottle at the time. That’s when I tried to see if I could scratch off the letters. It didn’t work.
Anyway, this thing is for your butt and/or back. Set this on a rock or disgustingly hard chair, and plat yourself comfortabley there for hours. I don’t need this. So far, the things they gave us aren’t useful to me in the least. Except the water bottle. I have to go on some websites to see how much these things go for. Why? I wanna know how much money they scrimped and scraped to get these for us.
Now this last picture I wasn’t going to include. But I was so proud of my achievements that I had to include it. Tonight I went to my favorite buffet and I always say “I’m gonna bring me a lil baggy to fill me up some food for home!” When I speak out loud, I lose all sense of grammar and how the English language works. Anyway, I snuck a sandwich-sized Ziplock bag hoping to fill it up with the delicious meat they serve. Sadly, I didn’t get to fill it, but I did get something in the bag.
Let me tell you about this buffet… It’s got great food. But it’s technically a Chinese buffet. It looks American because it’s got pizza and mac’n’cheese and other Americana foodies that you can’t order off a take-out menu. The other thing about this buffet, it’s $16 a head for dinner. Lunch or Saturdays are a bit cheaper, but for that amount of money, you want to get your money’s worth. Had I thought of my “slide and drop” method sooner, I would’ve had a bigger score. I rather not describe the slide and drop method, even though there isn’t much to it. But I’m not encouraging stealing either. But this isn’t stealing. I paid. I just eat it later. In any event, I’m proud of my feat. This is what you expect with someone who loves heist movies. I’m going to have a series of buffet jobs, heistly speaking of course. I don’t want to discuss the people who work at those buffets. That’s a story for another time. Again, the picture lies to you. It doesn’t look like much of a score, but there are delicious BBQ pork strips in that bag… for now.
fripodding and baconing
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