I don't want to go for a run, I mean I do, but I don't - I think it's the fear of what will happen... the fear, a fabulous topic that keeps coming up around here... I will do it, I promise and I will update everyone. But at this moment, the only thing I am trying to focus on is this cover of Billie Jean - which happens to be sung by the Civil Wars which seem to be the hottest thing since sliced bread or something like that - well according to my Twitter feed that is.
Musings from the world of pseudo-dates, man-children, booze and the third year of graduate school
Showing posts with label thefear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thefear. Show all posts
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Monday, November 29, 2010
Love Love LOVE
I am in love with Florence and the Machine, truthfully completely captivated by her voice, her movements, her art as a whole. I couldn't get enough of her (and Lady Antebellum) while I travelled this past week - this song though is not on her amazing cd - so I feel that I need to share it. I know it is a cover, but sometimes the reinterpretations are better - this is one of those cases.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Quick Summary
So in an attempt to steer myself away from the blog-o-sphere, this will be in point form
1. Officially gave up on An Orange Tree in Baghdad - really interesting, great book until the last 100 pages. I have dragged myself through the last 3 chapters and called it quits. The book fails to carry the theme of loss and heritage, poetic in some way that the book stalls on the current war - which is what the author points out as the main problem in Baghdad - it's stalled in the violence around it, it will implode rather than moving forward.
2. I have also stopped with Catch 22. I for one would like to know how it's an aclaimed novel and why the hell it's on so many graduate school reading lists. So you get past the complete absurdity of the story, the cavalier approach to war and destruction that bravado/machismo attitudes can cause on a country you have invaded, you can't get past the dryness and the lethargy to which the text moves. I have given this novel 3 months of my life and I only have 100 pages to show for it. Yes that is how unbelievably painful it is.
3. The Bell Jar is lovely - oddly I thought it would be dry and depressing - I mean when you have authors that are prone to suicide - like Ms. Woolfe you get brilliance it seems, but also this tone of sadness/melancholy. In one day 70 pages in, it will likely be done by the end of the weekend - that is my kind of novel.
4. On an unrelated note I have been thinking about my love for country-ish music, maybe because I think it's the only genre that still produces music that in "polite" terms say "NLLL-you, cheating, evil Heart breaker etc" It's like salve and a kiss in the ass for any single girl needing that - so on that note:
PS Love the line, "starting to see everything you lack" Um hell ya, bring on someone new please... NEXT!
1. Officially gave up on An Orange Tree in Baghdad - really interesting, great book until the last 100 pages. I have dragged myself through the last 3 chapters and called it quits. The book fails to carry the theme of loss and heritage, poetic in some way that the book stalls on the current war - which is what the author points out as the main problem in Baghdad - it's stalled in the violence around it, it will implode rather than moving forward.
2. I have also stopped with Catch 22. I for one would like to know how it's an aclaimed novel and why the hell it's on so many graduate school reading lists. So you get past the complete absurdity of the story, the cavalier approach to war and destruction that bravado/machismo attitudes can cause on a country you have invaded, you can't get past the dryness and the lethargy to which the text moves. I have given this novel 3 months of my life and I only have 100 pages to show for it. Yes that is how unbelievably painful it is.
3. The Bell Jar is lovely - oddly I thought it would be dry and depressing - I mean when you have authors that are prone to suicide - like Ms. Woolfe you get brilliance it seems, but also this tone of sadness/melancholy. In one day 70 pages in, it will likely be done by the end of the weekend - that is my kind of novel.
4. On an unrelated note I have been thinking about my love for country-ish music, maybe because I think it's the only genre that still produces music that in "polite" terms say "NLLL-you, cheating, evil Heart breaker etc" It's like salve and a kiss in the ass for any single girl needing that - so on that note:
PS Love the line, "starting to see everything you lack" Um hell ya, bring on someone new please... NEXT!
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