i moved. and i now ride public transportation to work. (helloooo i have a job what?) these two facts mean that i consume more and different types of media than i have been consuming for the last three years of schooling. ahhhh fiction. guiltless reading. it's so nice to be back.
this first book isn't fiction, but it made me cry pretty much every single page. i do not cry when i read. in fact, i can't remember the last time a book made me cry. this book...there is something about it. it is a compilation of interview excerpts, except these are ordinary people being interviewed by people who love them. i now have my eye on a digital recorder, and i may be asking some of you for interviews. stories are power. joan didion said, "we tell ourselves stories in order to live," and my goodness, i agree. read it. or don't read it and tell a few more stories (and check out this site.)
i've also been reading this, and as usual, jane austen's lessons stand the test of time. take care with your muslin and try to avoid foolish and false friends.
being totally honest, for the first time, i think i liked the movie better.
finally, i've been watching the les miserables 25th anniversary edition with sis. i love enjolras even more than mr. tilney. something about this music gets me--what a story! i tuck these bits into that part of my heart that i'm counting on to get me through the courage-needing times.
check enjolras out.
"stars"
"bring him home"
"one day more" w/original cast
ahhhh. i'm sorry for posting so many vids, but hey, you don't have to watch them.
so many nights i have really weird dreams that leave me feeling a little bit off when i wake up. last night, i had a really weird dream but it was totally awesome.
picture this: i'm riding up a ski lift in whistler, b.c. and next thing i know i'm in a helicopter flying over epic mountain ranges. i say, "you know what this reminds me of? duuuuuhhhhh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhh duh duh duuuuuuhhhhhhhh," which is obviously one of the themes from lord of the rings, and immediately the helicopter banks and lands and suddenly i'm in new zealand with peter jackson touring the lord of the rings sites.
not that this dream was without major weirdness (eg a harry potter life size diorama instead of edoras), but it was mostly awesome.
remember that episode of flight of the conchords where murray tells brett and jermaine that the city is too dangerous and brett wears that reflective safety vest and they get mugged despite the vest and the hiphopapotamus rap (ain't no party like my grandma's tea party; hey, ho), and brett's camera phone that's really a camera taped to a phone get's stolen? well, my car is kind of like that camera phone except it's like a boat taped to a wind tunnel* (boat on account of the engine that gurgles and idols, wind tunnel on account of the several doors and sunroof that don't properly close, tape on account of the whole thing barely hanging together. boat also on account of the water that gets in the car when it rains because of those doors and sunroof, and both boat and wind tunnel on account of the sheer monstrosity.) because my car is like a boatwindtunneltape mess, i have to listen to my radio really loud. so loud that by the time i got home tonight, my neck hurt. it's like i need earplugs to hear my music, and "that don't make no sense."
the radio was sooo lame tonight. nothing good. the weird thing is that even after the forty minutes it took me to get home, i was still looking forward to every new song on every single station. each time the song changed, it could have been the one. it never was. (okay, it was one time--more on that later.) while i was flipping between really loud bits of really lame songs, i was contemplating a few things i could post on this blog. many times i have nothing to say, but a few rare times i have to fight with myself over what to post. should i post the top ten reasons why i wouldn't take myself on a second date or should i post the three songs i wish i would have heard on the radio? luckily, the long drive gave me plenty of time to talk myself out of the top ten list as this blog is a major source of date revenue. i'd be shooting myself in the foot.
and i was spared from posting the three songs i wished i would have heard by hearing the one song that was exactly what i wanted, which i will post below with clues for the tickling of your ears.
2:38--the riff on the hey jude bit
3:01-3:08--this is as close as i come to screamy music
3:58--hey judey judey judey judey judey
some people think the beatles are no good, and they're wrong. that's all. their name is a little silly, or i probably would have thought it was silly back in the day if i hadn't been in love with the guys. "oneders. like 1-ders." "yeah i get it. still looks like oh-knee-ders."
*i have to admit that i don't know what a wind tunnel actually is or how big they run because brendan might read this and he probably knows and would want to correct me. also, i'm grateful to have transportation even if it is consigning me to environmentalist hell. that really is all.
