Yikes! Two whole months and not a single post... to my defense
a) who is really reading this? and
b) the school year has started and thus my little life ends.
I have been reading the Jen Lancaster books back to back and out of order, and it has totally inspired me to get back into the blogosphere. I feel less like the only one on my own personal 'bitter hotline' - and now I can finish the last book that I started, because I know I can get a quick fix of her wit and wisdom at her blog site. It's been a while since I've found an author that I look forward to reading.
My last great find was Octavia E. Butler. She being of the science-fiction genre, this was new and news to me. But I became an avid fan and devoured everything I could get a hold of. That was me running to Barnes & Noble (I can't wait for shipping and handling) to retrieve my copy of Fledgling. Before anyone ever heard of Bella & Edward, Butler had begun a new series with the tale of a young Black girl as heroine and vampire. I really looked forward to the unfolding of several more novels, but sadly Ms. Butler’s life came to an end in early 2007. I can remember crying when I heard the news. I cried like crazy, because I felt like I lost a friend. A friend I only knew through written words, but a friend who opened my world to science-fiction, a friend who made me think and challenged the writing world by proving that yes, oh yes African-Americans can brave the world of science-fiction literature.
I remember roaming in the local Black book store in my old Park Slope, Brooklyn neighborhood and in asking for suggestions; the owner guided me to Octavia's Wild Seed... I read a bit of the cover and glanced at the first few pages, but it was the self-deprecating mini bio in the back of the book that made the sale. I'd repeat it here, but I'm sure that's when someone would actually read my blog, and I'd be sued. And this way, you’re now curious enough to perhaps check her out yourself. My work here is done.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I Want to Believe
Where's my head? Floating like the disembodied extras in the X-files 2 movie that I went to yet again. Is that the curse of being a fan or a nerd? Maybe if I watch the movie enough times I will like it or it will in fact become a better movie. Not so much. Yet, I know I will probably make another trip to the local movie mega store to see it yet again.
So what do you learn from multiple movie viewings? Are there any lessons to be gained? Just a patch of memorized dialog and a sense of bloatiness... oh, that's just the salty popcorn being stuffed in at a rate of 2 cups per scene. Maybe multiple viewings are just a multiple escape, out of the boring humdrum of my so-called-summer existence and into Mulder and Scully land. Why am I such a fan? Growing up, I was a bit of a family outcast, because I was the only non-Trekkie in the house. Sure I'd seen the original Star Wars trilogy on the big screen - it was a passport of my adolescence. But I hated sci-fi. Not as much as musicals... and definitely not as much as child actors, but hey, who's perfect?
I seem to be queen of the rhetorical questions today. It must be Wednesday. The funny thing about my resent past and current X-phile status is the one thing that attracted me to the show was the relationship of the characters... yet the thing I didn't like in the final season was the 'relationship' of the main characters. The shippers [the hard core X-phile nerds who were all for a Scully/Mulder relationship from season 1] were probably in pig heaven following this new movie. When I say I liked the relationship, I liked the duality of believer and skeptic bending and balancing each others views. I also started watching in the first season when I think the lead actress was pregnant and I just thought it was great not to have this picture perfect sickly skinny lead. But. with the success of the show, I think she got one of those personal trainers and now in this movie she comes off as one of those sickly skinny folk. Oh sorry, back to my point... if you are still reading and foolish enough to think that there is a point... duality. yeah, two of one... one coin two sides. Skeptic and believer. Ying-Yang (my favorite symbol by the way). I so often feel I am two at once - not in a Sally Field as Sybil sort of way, but in that way that you are caught between two worlds. Black/White. Creative/Destructive. Active/Lazy. Writing/Staring at the page.
So what do you learn from multiple movie viewings? Are there any lessons to be gained? Just a patch of memorized dialog and a sense of bloatiness... oh, that's just the salty popcorn being stuffed in at a rate of 2 cups per scene. Maybe multiple viewings are just a multiple escape, out of the boring humdrum of my so-called-summer existence and into Mulder and Scully land. Why am I such a fan? Growing up, I was a bit of a family outcast, because I was the only non-Trekkie in the house. Sure I'd seen the original Star Wars trilogy on the big screen - it was a passport of my adolescence. But I hated sci-fi. Not as much as musicals... and definitely not as much as child actors, but hey, who's perfect?
I seem to be queen of the rhetorical questions today. It must be Wednesday. The funny thing about my resent past and current X-phile status is the one thing that attracted me to the show was the relationship of the characters... yet the thing I didn't like in the final season was the 'relationship' of the main characters. The shippers [the hard core X-phile nerds who were all for a Scully/Mulder relationship from season 1] were probably in pig heaven following this new movie. When I say I liked the relationship, I liked the duality of believer and skeptic bending and balancing each others views. I also started watching in the first season when I think the lead actress was pregnant and I just thought it was great not to have this picture perfect sickly skinny lead. But. with the success of the show, I think she got one of those personal trainers and now in this movie she comes off as one of those sickly skinny folk. Oh sorry, back to my point... if you are still reading and foolish enough to think that there is a point... duality. yeah, two of one... one coin two sides. Skeptic and believer. Ying-Yang (my favorite symbol by the way). I so often feel I am two at once - not in a Sally Field as Sybil sort of way, but in that way that you are caught between two worlds. Black/White. Creative/Destructive. Active/Lazy. Writing/Staring at the page.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
You Trend Whore, You!
Just what the internet needs, another self indulgent ode to self. Against all my better judgement and because even when I don't want to be, I'm a total trend whore... I blog. I'm not sure exactly what this blog will detail or where it will take me.
So what is this blog about, and why should you read it when you could be writing your own? I don't honestly know. It is the combined ramblings of my travels... my life as a comic, accountant, teacher, dj, volunteer, patient, daughter, roommate, rambler, on a diet, watching endless hours of tube... all sum up to make me the mess I am today.
I've taken the title from years of therapy and journal writing. 'Where's your head?' has become my opening line and usually my starting point to my free-form ramblings. So why not let it be my starting point to extend those ramblings to a wider audience. Although I sometimes lament on where my head is physically, most of my time is trying to figure out where I am mentally. At the moment, I'm in a mental & physical runt. At 43, I have forgotten to have kids, a husband and a house. It was on my to do list, but unfortunately it wasn't on the list of the person I was supposed to have married. They say there is someone out there for everyone. I have been convinced that my someone died in a car crash at the age of 12. Maybe it was the trip to the movies today to see Mama Mia! that made me think of the whole husband/kids car crash thing. I honestly hate musicals (okay, I don't hate them... some films I love and actually know by heart are musicals), but I must be softening up in my old age because I found myself enjoying this one. Well, I did crack up at Pierce Brosnon's close-up-closed-lip singing, but otherwise I found myself wishing I could visit a Greek Island and learn some ABBA tunes!
I am fit to travel and man I do want to take off - 6 weeks post-op and I just got an A-Okay from my doctor. [I'm still on my movie high and in way too good a mode to go into my own private sicko documentary - maybe on another bloggy day]. The wheels of a plan are in motion and hopefully, I'll be cruising before the end of the year. Imagine that, I've made it through 43 years and never with the aid of cruise ship accomodations. My world does lack meaning. One of my oldest friends and I are planning a cruise to some tropical destination. I'm not picky; I just want to hit the high seas. Instant Thought: A cruise to Greece would kill two of my stones with one bird.
Cruises, and movies and blogs oh my - or rather oh mama mia - I'm tapped for now. Thanks for stopping in for the read and please comment if you know a great cruise destination, a must see musical or have happily (or unhappily) made it to the 40's childlessly.
So what is this blog about, and why should you read it when you could be writing your own? I don't honestly know. It is the combined ramblings of my travels... my life as a comic, accountant, teacher, dj, volunteer, patient, daughter, roommate, rambler, on a diet, watching endless hours of tube... all sum up to make me the mess I am today.
I've taken the title from years of therapy and journal writing. 'Where's your head?' has become my opening line and usually my starting point to my free-form ramblings. So why not let it be my starting point to extend those ramblings to a wider audience. Although I sometimes lament on where my head is physically, most of my time is trying to figure out where I am mentally. At the moment, I'm in a mental & physical runt. At 43, I have forgotten to have kids, a husband and a house. It was on my to do list, but unfortunately it wasn't on the list of the person I was supposed to have married. They say there is someone out there for everyone. I have been convinced that my someone died in a car crash at the age of 12. Maybe it was the trip to the movies today to see Mama Mia! that made me think of the whole husband/kids car crash thing. I honestly hate musicals (okay, I don't hate them... some films I love and actually know by heart are musicals), but I must be softening up in my old age because I found myself enjoying this one. Well, I did crack up at Pierce Brosnon's close-up-closed-lip singing, but otherwise I found myself wishing I could visit a Greek Island and learn some ABBA tunes!
I am fit to travel and man I do want to take off - 6 weeks post-op and I just got an A-Okay from my doctor. [I'm still on my movie high and in way too good a mode to go into my own private sicko documentary - maybe on another bloggy day]. The wheels of a plan are in motion and hopefully, I'll be cruising before the end of the year. Imagine that, I've made it through 43 years and never with the aid of cruise ship accomodations. My world does lack meaning. One of my oldest friends and I are planning a cruise to some tropical destination. I'm not picky; I just want to hit the high seas. Instant Thought: A cruise to Greece would kill two of my stones with one bird.
Cruises, and movies and blogs oh my - or rather oh mama mia - I'm tapped for now. Thanks for stopping in for the read and please comment if you know a great cruise destination, a must see musical or have happily (or unhappily) made it to the 40's childlessly.
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