holy crap my new library is crap!
it's been closed months and months getting this new haul over and was supposed to be beautiful. it's cold, uninviting and unorganized! i read in the local rag that they had their grand opening last week and i was so excited to have this library open again. the other one takes 20 minutes to drive to...blahblahblah. this cookie was not impressed. maybe i'll like it more when they get their signage up to point out the different sections. i only had 20 minutes to run in and grab my treasures, and i was honestly a bit put off! they were way over budget and way past schedule, so i think it's safe to say that the public was expecting a little more! a lot more! it is bigger, so they better fill it up with better books! i used to have to request books from the other branch often, but alas, here's my reading list for the next few weeks:
how to self publish and make money - crook and wise
self publishing 101 - debbie elicksen
building a website for dummies - david a. crowder
the everything blogging book - aliza sherman risdahl
career building through blogging - deirdre day-macleod
the huffington post complete guide to blogging - editors of the huffington post
&&&
the links i found for these books are cool. i'm totally gonna check more of this dude's site...
the life of hunter s. thompson, gonzo
- jann s. werner & corey seymour, with an introduction by johnny depp
kingdom of fear,
loathsome secrets of a star-crossed child in the final days of the american century
- hunter s. thompson
ha! first chapter is: "when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro"
bye...we're going camping.
in march.
in the west coast rain forest.
i'm so smart.
oh! and i have to watch ER now.
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
waffles and eggs it is!
it's spring break!
oh, joy.
it doesn't really make for all that much difference around here, what with the two year old and all....and jack's only in kindergarten, so that's only half a day. BUT it is half a day that i don't HAVE to be sociable. half a day that i don't have to get dressed. half a day that i don't have to run around as soon as i get up in the morning, which i HATE. half a day when my boogies get to stay in their pj's as long as they want.
except for today, that is.
today, i had to deal with poop first thing, little guys up too early, and whining. wicked. it really doesn't help that i was up 'til 2am, either....maybe that's why they seemed to be awake too early! the clock said 7am, just like it does every day! then there's the beer...not much, but enough to make a difference. can't forget about the sore legs either, but we don't need to talk about that. let's just say that tharen and i stayed in this weekend and liked it.
after the whining and poop, i realized that i was out of cigarettes and pepsi (omg) so i had to go to the store, which i also love doing first thing in the morning. upon entering the vehicle, i noticed tharen's pay cheque sitting there. damn it! he was supposed to get that in first thing so we wouldn't miss our astronomical truck payment yet again! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! this meant i had to go to the bank (which wasn't open yet) ! there's a machine, so it wasn't really a big deal, until i got there and noticed some fukwad had mangled the machine trying to fraud the fraudsters. okay. so there's more banks, right? wrong. this particular bank was the only one i could hit the machine smellin' the way i did with my hair the way it was. the only bank where the boys could sit in the truck right beside the little vestibule. the only bank i where i get to blissfully go through life believing, if only for a few sweet seconds, that myself and the lovely machine were the only ones alive on this whacked rock.
SO! silly teague has to go home, brush her hair and teeth, change out of pj pants and throw a bear paw down the boys' throats, and go to the bank where i had to park, get the boys out, walk up around the corner, go INTO the bank, make small talk with the old dude trying to play with the boys, wait to use the machine after some dude who turns around to be a guy i've known since i was like, 14 or something. AWESOME. all before the blessed coffee that i have started to drink so i can make it through the mornings without regularly feeling like i could die at any given moment. andy said i looked good, but i refuse to believe him. i know for a fact that i looked like i weigh 170 lbs with my fleece pants and sweater under the coat gear to try and ward off the chill i had since ripping off the covers to get jared before he pulled down his poopy pants.
anyway, crisis diverted 'til next month. truck payment covered, insurances out the ying yang covered, late rent payment covered. i came home, made the transfers, made some waffles and eggs, and now it's play time before we head out to run more errands. shopping, tending to our friends' fish and frogs, parkification and a stroll. i'm gonna do some contemplating on how to earn some more money without taking away time from my family. that always will be the most important thing to me. family. not how much money my family has, or how big my family's house is, but FAMILY. doing my job, in other words. i will gladly take this little struggle if it means that i've been here when it matters and my kids aren't being raised by strangers. i think i might've pointed out before that i think that's what the problem with the world today is. kids raised by strangers and/or having too much time alone - i WON'T contribute to that.
i think i might get into some advertising on here if it could prove to pan out. that would mean any of you fabulous peeps out there reading this will have to click on to follow me. see, advertisers don't like advertising where people don't go. huh. go figure. no worries. i wouldn't have anything annoying, no pop ups, and no screen stealers. lemme know what you think, fill me in if you have any advice or tips, and KEEP READING!
oh yeah! i DID start reading 'this perfect day' again. almost done, and am in love with it all over again.
oh, joy.
it doesn't really make for all that much difference around here, what with the two year old and all....and jack's only in kindergarten, so that's only half a day. BUT it is half a day that i don't HAVE to be sociable. half a day that i don't have to get dressed. half a day that i don't have to run around as soon as i get up in the morning, which i HATE. half a day when my boogies get to stay in their pj's as long as they want.
except for today, that is.
today, i had to deal with poop first thing, little guys up too early, and whining. wicked. it really doesn't help that i was up 'til 2am, either....maybe that's why they seemed to be awake too early! the clock said 7am, just like it does every day! then there's the beer...not much, but enough to make a difference. can't forget about the sore legs either, but we don't need to talk about that. let's just say that tharen and i stayed in this weekend and liked it.
after the whining and poop, i realized that i was out of cigarettes and pepsi (omg) so i had to go to the store, which i also love doing first thing in the morning. upon entering the vehicle, i noticed tharen's pay cheque sitting there. damn it! he was supposed to get that in first thing so we wouldn't miss our astronomical truck payment yet again! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! this meant i had to go to the bank (which wasn't open yet) ! there's a machine, so it wasn't really a big deal, until i got there and noticed some fukwad had mangled the machine trying to fraud the fraudsters. okay. so there's more banks, right? wrong. this particular bank was the only one i could hit the machine smellin' the way i did with my hair the way it was. the only bank where the boys could sit in the truck right beside the little vestibule. the only bank i where i get to blissfully go through life believing, if only for a few sweet seconds, that myself and the lovely machine were the only ones alive on this whacked rock.
SO! silly teague has to go home, brush her hair and teeth, change out of pj pants and throw a bear paw down the boys' throats, and go to the bank where i had to park, get the boys out, walk up around the corner, go INTO the bank, make small talk with the old dude trying to play with the boys, wait to use the machine after some dude who turns around to be a guy i've known since i was like, 14 or something. AWESOME. all before the blessed coffee that i have started to drink so i can make it through the mornings without regularly feeling like i could die at any given moment. andy said i looked good, but i refuse to believe him. i know for a fact that i looked like i weigh 170 lbs with my fleece pants and sweater under the coat gear to try and ward off the chill i had since ripping off the covers to get jared before he pulled down his poopy pants.
anyway, crisis diverted 'til next month. truck payment covered, insurances out the ying yang covered, late rent payment covered. i came home, made the transfers, made some waffles and eggs, and now it's play time before we head out to run more errands. shopping, tending to our friends' fish and frogs, parkification and a stroll. i'm gonna do some contemplating on how to earn some more money without taking away time from my family. that always will be the most important thing to me. family. not how much money my family has, or how big my family's house is, but FAMILY. doing my job, in other words. i will gladly take this little struggle if it means that i've been here when it matters and my kids aren't being raised by strangers. i think i might've pointed out before that i think that's what the problem with the world today is. kids raised by strangers and/or having too much time alone - i WON'T contribute to that.
i think i might get into some advertising on here if it could prove to pan out. that would mean any of you fabulous peeps out there reading this will have to click on to follow me. see, advertisers don't like advertising where people don't go. huh. go figure. no worries. i wouldn't have anything annoying, no pop ups, and no screen stealers. lemme know what you think, fill me in if you have any advice or tips, and KEEP READING!
oh yeah! i DID start reading 'this perfect day' again. almost done, and am in love with it all over again.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
gitcha sum buuk lernin
i realized my last post was somewhat of a splurge on the vast array of reading material in my personal library here at home. i quite enjoy several slots on the literary integrity scale! i thought i might pay tribute to my FAVORITE book now. i love love love it, and will probably read it yet again when i come to the dreaded end of my new favorite storybook....19 of 28 chapters gone to the mind banks...eek!
one of my most treasured pieces is a 1970 first print from random house of
THIS PERFECT DAY, by ira levin. i thnk i've read it at least 10 times. 3 of which were before i realized that mr. levin also authored 'a kiss before dying', 'stepford wives' and 'rosemary's baby'!
one of my most treasured pieces is a 1970 first print from random house of
THIS PERFECT DAY, by ira levin. i thnk i've read it at least 10 times. 3 of which were before i realized that mr. levin also authored 'a kiss before dying', 'stepford wives' and 'rosemary's baby'!
to quote from the wikigods:
Levin attended Drake University. At Drake, he regularly played poker with other notables, such as Martin Erlichman and Eugene Schulman (both before and after Schulman married Helen Glazer in 1949). In addition to Drake, Levin graduated from the Horace Mann School and New York University, where he majored in philosophy and English.
After college, he wrote training films and scripts for television. The first of these was Leda’s Portrait, for Lights Out in 1951.
Levin's first produced play was No Time for Sergeants (adapted from Mac Hyman's novel), a comedy about a hillbilly drafted into the United States Air Force that launched the career of Andy Griffith. The play was turned into a movie in 1958, and co-starred Don Knotts, Griffith's long-time co-star and friend. No Time for Sergeants is generally considered the precursor to Gomer Pyle, USMC.[citation needed]
Levin's first novel, A Kiss Before Dying, was well received, earning him the 1954 Edgar Award for Best First Novel. A Kiss Before Dying was turned into a movie twice, first in 1956, and again in 1991.
Levin's best-known play is Deathtrap, which holds the record as the longest-running comedy-thriller on Broadway and brought Levin his second Edgar Award. In 1982, it was made into a film starring Christopher Reeve and Michael Caine.
Levin's best-known novel is Rosemary's Baby, a horror story of modern day Satanism and other occultisms, set in Manhattan's Upper West Side. In 1968, it was made into a film starring Mia Farrow and John Cassavetes. Ruth Gordon won an Oscar for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for her performance. Roman Polanski, who wrote and directed the film, was nominated for Best Writing, Screenplay Based on Material from Another Medium.
Other Levin novels were turned into movies, including The Boys from Brazil in 1978; The Stepford Wives in 1975 and again in 2004; and Sliver in 1993. Currently a new version of The Boys from Brazil is in development for 2009.
Stephen King has described Ira Levin as "the Swiss watchmaker of suspense novels, he makes what the rest of us do look like cheap watchmakers in drugstores." Chuck Palahniuk, in Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories, calls Levin's writing "a smart, updated version of the kind of folksy legends that cultures have always used."
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
atrophicious - is that even a word?
i read too fast. that is a problem of mine, only because it leads me to the dreaded 'thinking time' when i've devoured everything readable. i've been getting back into reading actual stories more and more these days now that i have more time alotted for such certain 'luxuries'. i used to read all the time, every day. on the bus, lunchbreaks, morning, evening, and middle of the night. in the tub, passenger seat, park or waiting room....and even though it was usually a book, it didn't have to be. newspapers, online articles, archie comics, or the cereal box. anything and everything - all the time. my mom even used to bug me about having to come right up to me to call me for dinner while i was reading because i didn't hear her calling me! falling asleep was never an option without a book, unless i had something else to tire me out, wink wink.
then, i fell into the land of no sleep whatsoever and couldn't physically read because my eyes were burning and fell out of the reading habit. i just found that the only use for a book in bed after babies was as a pillow. it wasn't for lack of trying, though. i just had too many books that went unfinished because of lack of time or simple concentration at that point in my life. thank goodness that's changing. i really enjoy reading, and it's not something i was happy about giving up. i read almost every baby book out there, but soon enough the knowledge saturates and begins overlapping. i subscribe to my daily regional paper and a couple magazines, but that's not enough. i go through the local newspapers, all my son's school stuff, and still source info online about various topics. still not enough!
i told tharen that i had wanted that new 'twilight' book to read by stephanie meyer. i knew i wanted to read it before seeing the movie, like i usually would, if possible. well smack me like a fish! it was awesome! so awesome that i went right out and bought the second book in the series. and now i'm on the third, waiting for the fourth. i love the way it's written, even though it really is a teenager series! it IS set partly in a high school, but the language and tones would suggest a sophistication satisfactory to an adult audience. note the teen classing as more of a rule against foul language and sex, which i find refreshing. there's simply too much of that getting jammed down our throats incessantly. i think i've mentioned that before.
i must stress: do not get me wrong...i thoroughly enjoy sex, and i think you've heard me swear....i'm just sick of it being everycrazywhere, all the crazytime! i felt that way even before i had kids, so it's not about that. maybe it's the years of having worked 5 feet away from random revolving naked snatches first desensitizing and then repulsing me. maybe it was the anonymity that life assumes aside my opposing need for connection and meaning. i dunno. maybe i'm a bunched up ol' granny, but i don't think so.
whatever shall i do while i'm waiting for the next installment of the 'twilight' series? there will be a time soon when the third book, 'eclipse' is finished and i shall be dreaded to come up with things such as the sadness in some of my realizations.
like that one where i hate the devil's epiphany and joyous revery upon discovery that some of the basic fibres of morality and values seem to have atrophied....leads me to this:
read this book...i have, a few times:
'the tipping point' by malcolm gladwell
http://books.google.com/books?id=MMlxzMNkE_0C&dq=the+tipping+point&printsec=frontcover&source=bn&hl=en&ei=LEavSfz9GonOtQPRuvRz&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=4&ct=result
or at least check out this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tipping_Point
and finally, answers from the author:
http://www.gladwell.com/tippingpoint/index.html
adios, muchachos
hasta...
then, i fell into the land of no sleep whatsoever and couldn't physically read because my eyes were burning and fell out of the reading habit. i just found that the only use for a book in bed after babies was as a pillow. it wasn't for lack of trying, though. i just had too many books that went unfinished because of lack of time or simple concentration at that point in my life. thank goodness that's changing. i really enjoy reading, and it's not something i was happy about giving up. i read almost every baby book out there, but soon enough the knowledge saturates and begins overlapping. i subscribe to my daily regional paper and a couple magazines, but that's not enough. i go through the local newspapers, all my son's school stuff, and still source info online about various topics. still not enough!
i told tharen that i had wanted that new 'twilight' book to read by stephanie meyer. i knew i wanted to read it before seeing the movie, like i usually would, if possible. well smack me like a fish! it was awesome! so awesome that i went right out and bought the second book in the series. and now i'm on the third, waiting for the fourth. i love the way it's written, even though it really is a teenager series! it IS set partly in a high school, but the language and tones would suggest a sophistication satisfactory to an adult audience. note the teen classing as more of a rule against foul language and sex, which i find refreshing. there's simply too much of that getting jammed down our throats incessantly. i think i've mentioned that before.
i must stress: do not get me wrong...i thoroughly enjoy sex, and i think you've heard me swear....i'm just sick of it being everycrazywhere, all the crazytime! i felt that way even before i had kids, so it's not about that. maybe it's the years of having worked 5 feet away from random revolving naked snatches first desensitizing and then repulsing me. maybe it was the anonymity that life assumes aside my opposing need for connection and meaning. i dunno. maybe i'm a bunched up ol' granny, but i don't think so.
whatever shall i do while i'm waiting for the next installment of the 'twilight' series? there will be a time soon when the third book, 'eclipse' is finished and i shall be dreaded to come up with things such as the sadness in some of my realizations.
like that one where i hate the devil's epiphany and joyous revery upon discovery that some of the basic fibres of morality and values seem to have atrophied....leads me to this:
read this book...i have, a few times:
'the tipping point' by malcolm gladwell
http://books.google.com/books?id=MMlxzMNkE_0C&dq=the+tipping+point&printsec=frontcover&source=bn&hl=en&ei=LEavSfz9GonOtQPRuvRz&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=4&ct=result
or at least check out this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tipping_Point
and finally, answers from the author:
http://www.gladwell.com/tippingpoint/index.html
adios, muchachos
hasta...
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