Thursday, August 7, 2008
Rock
A year ago, I wrote this on my myspace blog:
"Right now I'm going through some things that I've needed to face and deal with for a while, but that doesn't make them any easier, in fact it makes them harder. And there isn't a day that goes by that I don't second guess myself about everything I'm doing. Well, maybe one day, maybe even two, but I always wonder. Some days it feels like all this is behind me and I can move on, and others I just feel like crawling into a hole and crying. Thankfully, I don't have as many of those days as I used to, but they are still around. Days where I think I need an emotional "quick fix", but know it will only make the problem worse.
Today was one of those days.
I feel like I'm under some sort of rock. Every time I look up, it's the same stuff that I'm trying to get out of. It never ends. The rock is too big to move, so I just chip away at the courners, but I never feel like I'm accomplishing something.
However, I am accomplishing something.
And that is really good.
But it also sucks...
...kinda"
I read it again today as a total fluke and realized that I wrote it exactly one year ago (August 7th, 2007). Is it possible for a whole year to have gone by and to have nothing change at all? I can't believe that this still describes the exact feelings I felt today. I couldn't even put it into words until I read this.
The only difference is that I think the rock is a tiny bit smaller, and I'm more determined to break it away bit by bit. Maybe I'll feel vastly different in a year, but somehow I kind of doubt it.
"Right now I'm going through some things that I've needed to face and deal with for a while, but that doesn't make them any easier, in fact it makes them harder. And there isn't a day that goes by that I don't second guess myself about everything I'm doing. Well, maybe one day, maybe even two, but I always wonder. Some days it feels like all this is behind me and I can move on, and others I just feel like crawling into a hole and crying. Thankfully, I don't have as many of those days as I used to, but they are still around. Days where I think I need an emotional "quick fix", but know it will only make the problem worse.
Today was one of those days.
I feel like I'm under some sort of rock. Every time I look up, it's the same stuff that I'm trying to get out of. It never ends. The rock is too big to move, so I just chip away at the courners, but I never feel like I'm accomplishing something.
However, I am accomplishing something.
And that is really good.
But it also sucks...
...kinda"
I read it again today as a total fluke and realized that I wrote it exactly one year ago (August 7th, 2007). Is it possible for a whole year to have gone by and to have nothing change at all? I can't believe that this still describes the exact feelings I felt today. I couldn't even put it into words until I read this.
The only difference is that I think the rock is a tiny bit smaller, and I'm more determined to break it away bit by bit. Maybe I'll feel vastly different in a year, but somehow I kind of doubt it.
Book of the Week
Once again, I found myself counting down the minutes until a book released. I stood in line for a couple hours, met new people, and screamed with everyone else when they announced "15 more minutes!"
Yes, I was one of the suckers who stood in line for the new Twilight book, Breaking Dawn. And you know what? It was TOTALLY worth it!!! I haven't enjoyed a book this much in a long time. When I finished it, I couldn't stop smiling. It was the perfect ending to the book. And I slept for 15 hours straight with a smile on my face.
READ IT!!!
Yes, I was one of the suckers who stood in line for the new Twilight book, Breaking Dawn. And you know what? It was TOTALLY worth it!!! I haven't enjoyed a book this much in a long time. When I finished it, I couldn't stop smiling. It was the perfect ending to the book. And I slept for 15 hours straight with a smile on my face.
READ IT!!!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Website of the Week
The Knights of Malt Merchandise Mart is hilarious. It goes along with the Caledonian Conclave, a website dedicated to the musing of the Brothers who look after the holy peat bogs and partake in the spirits.
My only qualm is that it is updated rarely. But definitely worth a look. Here is the post about their new product, Maltoids®...
Now you too can savor the flavor that guides the faithful! Direct from the peat bogs of St. Ardbeg's, Maltoids® are here.
Just slip one of these mighty lozenges in your mouth and feel the full fury of the Spirit. Infused with malt, peat and the purest water from the bog springs of St. Ardbeg's, Maltoids® can make a mundane mouth feel fully filled by the Spirit.
A vulgar joke passed amongst the Monks goes something like this: "Is that a tin of Maltoids in your femoralia or are you just committing a venial sin?" Seriously though, no monk would be caught out without a tin of our little tablets blessed by the abbott himself. And now you can have the exquisite experience of the Spirit even when the thing itself is unavailable. Try Maltoids® The Furiously Strong lozenge.
Individual tins or cases of 144 for the true believer!
The monks of St. Ardbeg's recommend that Maltoids® not be partaken of while operating heavy equipment, driving or speaking with an officer of the court.
WARNING! Ecstatic vision may occur if the recommended daily allowance of Maltoids® is exceeded. The brothers encourage everyone to partake responsibly.
My only qualm is that it is updated rarely. But definitely worth a look. Here is the post about their new product, Maltoids®...
MALTOIDS!®
The officially sanctioned pastille of the Knights of Malt, the Caledonian Conclave and the Monks of St. Ardbeg's
Now you too can savor the flavor that guides the faithful! Direct from the peat bogs of St. Ardbeg's, Maltoids® are here.
Just slip one of these mighty lozenges in your mouth and feel the full fury of the Spirit. Infused with malt, peat and the purest water from the bog springs of St. Ardbeg's, Maltoids® can make a mundane mouth feel fully filled by the Spirit.
A vulgar joke passed amongst the Monks goes something like this: "Is that a tin of Maltoids in your femoralia or are you just committing a venial sin?" Seriously though, no monk would be caught out without a tin of our little tablets blessed by the abbott himself. And now you can have the exquisite experience of the Spirit even when the thing itself is unavailable. Try Maltoids® The Furiously Strong lozenge.
Individual tins or cases of 144 for the true believer!
The monks of St. Ardbeg's recommend that Maltoids® not be partaken of while operating heavy equipment, driving or speaking with an officer of the court.
WARNING! Ecstatic vision may occur if the recommended daily allowance of Maltoids® is exceeded. The brothers encourage everyone to partake responsibly.
My baby!!
I got my baby back today. I really hope that we will never part again. Well, I just hope it doesn't die this year...it's my senior year! So, welcome back computer! I missed you.
Book of the Week
I've read the book Ender's Game about 4 or 5 times by now, and I love it. Every time I read it I like it a little better, and I liked it a lot to begin with. The characters are so real, the action is enthralling, and though I'm not one for "war books" I couldn't put this down. However, this book of the week is not Ender's Game; It is the sequel, Speaker for the Dead.I refused to read Speaker because I was angry that the author thought he could add to Ender's Game. How could he try and add to perfection? I didn't read it and I didn't want to. But this summer has been long and boring, so when I (finally) bought Ender's Game and read it again, I was out of things that I was really interested in reading. So I went and bought Speaker for the Dead and hoped that it would at least be entertaining, if it was going to be as bad as I thought.
I was completely and totally wrong. Speaker was better than Ender's Game. It is a very different style, it's deep and not full of action, it's absolutely fascinating. It starts out with a new planet, new characters, and I got mad because I couldn't see what it had to do with the first book. But Ender is called out to do a speaking for someone who has died, and ends up deeply entwined in the new characters and the new setting. I really wish I could tell you more, but I can't without giving away the rest of the book.
I began to wonder why I hadn't ever read at least part of this book before. And when I was reading the forward to another Orson Scott Card book, Ender's Shadow (Ender's Game from the point of view of Bean), the author answered my question:
"I have never found it surprising that the existing sequels never appealed as strongly to those younger readers. The obvious reason is that Ender's Game is centered around a child, while the sequels are about adults; perhaps more important, Ender's Game is, at least on the surface, a heroic, adventurous novel, while the sequels are a completely different kind of fiction, slower paced, more contemplative and idea-centered, and dealing with themes of less immediate import to younger readers."
Orson Scott Card also mentions that the three sequels to Ender's Game are more related, and the first book can stand on its own.
So, the moral of the blog is, go and read Ender's Game if you haven't, and then go read Speaker for the Dead. They are very well written, and very very very good books.
So, the moral of the blog is, go and read Ender's Game if you haven't, and then go read Speaker for the Dead. They are very well written, and very very very good books.
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