book talk

Mar. 4th, 2011 09:45 pm
eleneariel: (Reading (garden))
Also, I am just about to die with how badly I want to reread certain books. I just saw a photo of a particularly wonderful Art Deco skyscraper, and it made me want to spend a week reading Atlas Shrugged. Earlier I realized how long it had been since I read other old favorites - Gone with the Wind, which I used to chain read. The Godfather. The entire Anne of Green Gables series, which I used to read every October. Lord of the Rings, which was every December. And then there are just so many really excellent books that I would like to savor again.

I rarely reread anymore because of how huge my stack of new reading is. But tonight ... you know, I'm looking at my shelf of Pratchetts right now, and I think it's imperative to my health and well-being that I read one of the Witches books tonight. And I have just now picked Maskerade (loosely - very loosely - based on the Phantom of the Opera), mainly because of sections like these:




Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Aahahaha!
BEWARE!!!!!
Yrs sincerely
The Opera Ghost

...

"What sort of person," said Salzella patiently, "sits down and writes a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man."

...

"Well, basically there are two sorts of opera,' said Nanny, who also had the true witch's ability to be confidently expert on the basis of no experience whatsoever. 'There's your heavy opera, where basically people sing foreign and it goes like "Oh oh oh, I am dyin', oh, I am dyin', oh, oh, oh, that's what I'm doin'", and there's your light opera, where they sing in foreign and it basically goes "Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! I like to drink lots of beer!", although sometimes they drink champagne instead. That's basically all of opera, reely."
eleneariel: (eire)
I am in despair, I am cast down. Terry Pratchett has been diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's.

All is not lost and he thinks he has at least several more books in him, but contemplating - sooner than I anticipated - a world with no new Terry Pratchett books in it is a dismal thing indeed.

This is what comes from my falling in love with the books of a modern author. I much prefer discovering novelists when they are already dead.
eleneariel: (we am)
Considering that I only 'discovered' Terry Pratchett a few years ago, I feel rather smug that my collection of his works now numbers thirty. 

Sometimes I just sit and stare at them. They make me happy. :)
eleneariel: (out of cheese error)
Well, looky looky what Discworld celebrity I ran into! Wasn't he sweet to allow me to pose with him for a picture?





“"I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while?" 

Death thought about it. "CATS," he said eventually, "CATS ARE NICE.”



eleneariel: (librarians of time and space)

note: I didn't have time tonight to round up the last few quotes I needed: I'll edit them in this weekend. Also, I'll be linking this on my user info. ALSO, writing this has made me want to read every single one of them again, immediately. I'm doing what I can. :D

Firstly, the author: Terry Pratchett is British. He is kind of like Douglas Adams. He has been compared, quite wrongly, to J. R. R. Tolkien. His books are one part satire, one part whimsy, one part parody, two parts pure bizarre, all of which combine to create something wonderful. He writes fantasy or science fiction and yet somehow neither. He is most popular in England and relatively little known in the USA, a situation which I am trying my best to change.

When Terry Pratchett writes his own back cover bios, they are brilliant. When his publisher writes them for him, they are very dull. According to the Pratchett-written bios, he lives in England, an island off the coast of France, although the location of his mind is probably not locatable in any normal atlas. He was born on his own birthday, and, oh, he also has a hat. Critics have observed that his "intricately eccentric and unfailingly amusing Discworld novels, arranged end to end, would extend all the way from one end of the arrangement to the other."

Secondly, the books: Pratchett does not take himself seriously, and neither should you. Remember to have a sense of humour while reading and you'll be okay.

...well, it's like this. If you started watching Star Trek halfway through the series you probably wondered why one guy had pointy ears. But since you liked what you saw, you probably let the question ride for now and just got on with enjoying the show.

Discworld is like that. There are mini-series within the series (the "witches" books, the "City Watch" books, the "Death" books --) and there are one or two big story arcs, but generally the books are written to be accessible at any point to anyone with a nodding acquaintanceship with the fantasy genre. Or even with real life. Admittedly, real life does not contain many librarians who are a full-grown male orangutan, and Death in real life does not ride a white horse called Binky, but Discworld readers now consider that this is real life's loss." -- from here

Note: slight (mostly British) profanity and innuendo are sometimes part of Pratchett's books. I do not find it to be problematic, but lest you find it offensive, now you can't say I didn't warn you. 

Thirdly, reading recommendations: they can be read in any order. You will feel lost no matter which book you read first, but persevere! Full comprehension is not necessary for full enjoyment. You can read the books in copyright order (but please skip the first several until later: see notes on The Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic), in character groups (see below) or whichever ones you find at your library or hiding in the dark corners of your used bookshop. If you're the methodical type, there's a nice list of all the different orders the books can be read in here.

The major groupings of Pratchett books are as follows:

 General directions:

-Do not say "I'll stop as soon as I'm done with this chapter" because most Pratchett books don't have chapters.

-All Pratchett books are best read with the help of the annotations found here

-Don't skip the footnotes, as they're often the best part.

-Try to snigger quietly when in public places.

 The Books:

 

 

Mort )

 

Sourcery )

 


Pyramids )

 

  

 

 

 

 

Eric )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maskerade )

 

 

Hogfather )
Jingo )

 

 

 

 

The Truth )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thud! )

 

And, as a bonus:

eleneariel: (i wrote a book)
Good Omens is a really hilarious book, at least if you're into that kind of thing, you know. It's half Pratchett, and the introduction itself is worth the entire cost of the book. 

Look! It's the Spanish Inquisition: "Art thou a witch, viva espana?"

Um. Moving on. 

For [personal profile] wistfulmaid, with apologies for having forgotten until now: 



I doubled the recipe and it was enough for our family of 5, and although it's okay with french bread, I personally would probably prefer it with regular sandwich bread. French just takes longer to cook. =)

(I made flans today! Yum yum.)

And now, moving on a bit more, we have interview questions from [profile] crystallia, who dared to ask questions that actually -- gasp -- made me think:
 
1. If you could ask God for one gift, what would it be?

This is really tough. Possibly I would ask for the wisdom to know what exactly I am supposed to do in various situations so I can quit wasting time mucking about trying to figure it out and taking twice as long to get to the right end as I should. And then I'd hope for the willpower to use that no-longer-wasted time in a useful manner and not just waste it on something else.

2. If you were given an extra $1,000 each month, how would you use it?

I'm boring; I'd probably just save it for use on something later. Then again, maybe I'd be impulsive and buy a shiny black Chrysler Crossfire. You can never tell with me!

3. If you had to live the life (not necessarily make the choices) of any famous person, past or present, who would it be?

I'd like to be Queen Elizabeth II. Some people think I kind of look like her in her younger days, anyway. ;) But I wouldn't marry Prince Phillip and I would raise up my family a bit differently, I should think. 

(Seriously, I really don't have a clue who to choose. Each era/person/position has its drawbacks, and I'm just pretty much happy being me!)

4. If you could work in any job, in any place, where would it be and what would be the job?
 
This library and this job, only without any messy bureaucracy or annoying things. Or, alternatively, as the head of my own private library, "Where Membership is a Privilege, Not A Right!"TM  Patrons would have to pass an extensive background check before their application is approved, and I would have strict rules and would be merciless to those who break them, would not allow any children under 16, and reserve the right to kick out anybody at anytime. Mwahahaha. 

5. If someone wanted to become exactly like you (in all good ways), describe in detail what they would need to do, be like, everything :-) 

Why would anybody want to be exactly like me? o_O Scary thought, that. In a nutshell, they would have to read voraciously, remember odd little facts from said reading at useless and often highly inappropriate times, have a twisted sense of humor and a a contrarian spirit, appreciate the odd made-up word, and be able to bluff their way through almost any situation whilst quaking inside. In dress and manner they would be rather chamelianish, being at times the bohemian, the proper lady, and the tomboy, sometimes all at once. They would change their mind often about little things but rarely about big things. They would also be very bad at describing themselves. =P 

I'm too lazy to go look up the exact wording, but if anybody is dying for a few interview questions of their own, comment and thou shalt receive.
eleneariel: (nanowrimo winner)
For those of us with a bookish bent, reading is a reflexive response to everything. This is how we deal with the world and anything new that comes our way. We have always known that there is a book for every occasion and every obsession. When in doubt, we are always looking things up.

-Diane Scheonperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found

It is human nature to distrust genius. We are suspicious of the exceptional and the brilliant; they unsettle us. Too often we recoil at the extraordinary, alarmed by the orginality we see.

-Jake Morrissey, The Genius in the Design

And finally, how six inch high little blue Nac Mac Feegle steal cattle:

"One under each foot. Seen 'em do it. You see a cow in a field, mindin' its own business, next minute the grass is rustlin', some little bugger shoults 'hup, hup, hup,' and the poor beast goes past voom! without its legs movin'," said Nanny.

Up the airy mountain and down the rushy geln ran the Nac Mac Feegle, who seemed to have no concept of stealth. Progress was a little slower now, because some of the party broke away occasionally to have a fight amongst themselves or an impromptu hunt, and in addition to the King of Lancre there was now, bobbing through the heather, the fox, a stunned stag, a wild boar, and a weasel who'd been suspected of looking at the Nac Mac Feegle in a funny way.


-Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum
eleneariel: (reading)
I did some book rearranging over the weekend. Behold my collection of books by Terry Pratchett (minus two that are still on their way from Amazon.)


A stack of Prachett books A stack of Prachett books

Pratchett books all lined up on their own little shelf Pratchett books all lined up on their own little shelf


*facepalm*

Feb. 7th, 2006 03:17 pm
eleneariel: (reading)
Bought some more from amazon.com. Because I got a sudden desire to finish out my Steven Lawhead collection, and then it was a problem of finding two more books to be eligible for the 4-for-3 + free shipping offer...so I now have two more Pratchett books...

Oh, the bliss. *waves goodbye to well-spent money*
eleneariel: (Insane)
Amazon.com is having a special offer that made it very advantageous for me to buy four more Pratchett books. Very soon I will be the owner of Going Postal, Small Gods, Moving Picturse, and Carpe Jugulum.

Once I get these and read them (plus the ones I bought just about two months ago), I'll only have three more Pratchett books to read before I've read them all.

O__O

And I'm getting awfully close to owning them all, as well.

O_____O

If he ever stops writing, I will be most grieved. What is life without a new Pratchett to look forward to?
eleneariel: (library)
I am progressing on my Reading All of Pratchett Quest. Mort is on
ILL right now, and I read Equal Rites last week. Equal
Rites
reminded me a bit of the Tiffany Aching books--strong, young
heroine, all that. It was the best so far (in chronicalogical order, I
mean. Thief of Time still trumps them all.)

I had no idea Pearl S. Buck wrote anything for children until I read
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. It was sweet and made me cry.

Watching the English (by anthropoligist Kate Fox) should be read
by all my anglophile friends. Unfortunantely it's a bit hard to find
since it's only been published in the UK, but you can at least
Interlibrary Loan it, because I found a library in Michigan that had
it--which is where I got it from. Yes, it's anthropology. No, it's not
boring. It's hilarious and facinating, and evidentially I have some very
English characteristics (I bet many of you do, too).

And finally, Freddy and Fredericka, Mark Helprin's newest, was
deep philosophy masquerading as light satire. Amusing combination.
eleneariel: (joy)
* I saw a kid today who looked exactly like Daniel Radcliff-as-Harry-Potter minus the classes. It was SO funny.

* It is a very good day because my Pratchett collection has increased by one glorious book. Lords and Ladies, YAY!

* And the main campus library finally sent over my books and now I have Bella Tuscany, WIde Sargasso Sea, and If On A Winter's Night a Traveler to look forward to starting.

* ...But probably not tonight. Must. Finish. Research. Paper.

Ahhh. All in all I feel it was a very satisfactory day. And I am happy.
eleneariel: (west of the moon)
So...everything is pretty much normal. I've been (almost) accosted by the Witnessing Dude several times, but Sandra has been faithful to rescue me. I learned about Sears Headings, which no one uses anymore, but since they're part of library history I like to know. I've completed the index and soon I'll start working on revamping the vertical files, which no one uses because even the librarians don't know what's in them. If we knew, we could point people to them. So I intend to Know.

At home, I'm just sort of barely-there. Next week should be better. I think I'm only down for 15 hours of work instead of 35 like this week. That's good, because my research paper is due a week from yesterday and of course it's not exactly done yet.

I did, however, finish reading Going Postal, Terry Pratchett's brand new book, in two days. It was excellent and I will write in more detail about it at some point in [livejournal.com profile] _bibliotaph_.

And finally, on a purely personal note: a milestone has been reached. I kept a coat of pale violet nail polish on my fingernails for four days in a row. That would be the first time that's ever happened. Next time I'm feeling impractical and girly I'll see I can make it to five days without chipping it off. *grin*

*squee*

Apr. 7th, 2004 01:49 pm
eleneariel: (Default)
I'm now the proud owner of Thief of Time. That's all. I just had to say it. *hugs book*
eleneariel: (west)
I got home last night and found out it was supposed to rain from now until Friday. Oh well. Another time, I'm sure.

Instead I'll go to the bookstore--admire his new digs--get him to order Theif of Time for me. *nods solemly* I am not going to wait around for a chance happening upon a copy I can buy for a quarter. I'm going to add to my Pratchett collection and buy it new. (The money is going to my head, eh?)

I will also go to all the ritzy clothing stores, pretend to be rich enough to serious consider their clothes, and find out if any of them are still selling those dressy wraps/shawls that were in fashion this winter. I WANT ONE. I have three that are lovely, but they're woven and I want something thin, impractical, black, fringed, and utterly classy. Hopefull, seeing as spring is around the corner, someone will have them on sale. *wishful thinking*

Um. I suppose I'll also go pick up Grandpa's meds and his new checks at the bank. And some groceries. And quickly visit our Lonely Old Lady friend (everyone has one, right?) Oops. Almost forgot that I need to drop off my trench coat for dry cleaning. I wish they'd make everything machine washable. This is such a pain.

And that's my day, folks, or will be when I get off of work. Isnt't that charming and exciting? Eh heh.
eleneariel: (Yzma)
That basically means (in this case) that I don't want to leave. No 12 hour car trip! No sad partings! Wanna BIKKIT instead!!

Heh heh. It all comes from reading too much Terry Pratchett.

Fare ye well until I drag myself to the library again...
eleneariel: (goring)
Excerpt from Thief of Time, by Terry Pratchett. Posted because...it amuses me greatly. =D

"They're only a kind of troll. Who's going to protect them out here?" said the hunter. Behind him, the local guides, who did know Rule One, turned and ran.
"Me," said Lu-Tze.
"Oh?" said the hunter, and this time the grin was nasty. "You don't even have a weapon." He turned to look at the fleeing guides. "You're one of the wierd monks from up the valleys, aren't you?"
"That's right," said Lu-Tze. "Small, grinning, wierd monk. Totally unarmed."
"And there's fifteen of us," said the hunter. "Well armed, as you can see."
"It's very important that you are all heavily armed," said Lu-Tze, pulling his sleeves out of the way. "It makes it fairer."
He rubbed his hands together. No one seemed inclined to retreat.
"Er...any of you boys heard of any rules?" he said after a while.
"Rules?" said one of the hunters. "What rules?"
"Oh, you know, said Lu-Tze. "Rules like...Rule Two, say, or Rule Twenty-Seven. Any kind of rules of that sort of description."
The leading hunter frowned.
"What in the world are you talking about, mister?"
"Er, not so much a 'mister' as a small, rather knowing, elderly, unarmed, wierd monk," said Lu-Tze. "I'm just wondering if there is anything about this situation that makes you, you know...slightly nervous?"
"You mean, us being well-armed and outnumbering you, and you backing away like that?" said one of the hunters.
"Ah. Yes," said Lu-Tze. "Perhaps we're up against a cultural thing here. I know, how about...this!" He stood on one leg, wobbling a little, and raised both hands. "Ai! Hei-eee! Ho? Ye-hi? No? Anyone?"
There was a certain amount of bewilderment among the hunters.
"Is it a book?" said one who was slightly intellectual. "How many words?"
"What I'm trying to find out here," said Lu-Tze, "is whether you have any idea what happens when a lot of big armed men try to attack a small, elderly, unarmed monk...?"
"To the best of my knowledge," said the intellectual of the group, "he turns out of be a very unlucky monk."
Lu-Tze shrugged.
"Oh, well," he said, "then we'll just have to try it the hard way."


[Whereupon the Hunters are Annihilated]
eleneariel: (Default)
3/25 More Terry Pratchett nonsense

I snatched up two more of his books from the library discard pile: The Last Continent and Maskerade. I find the author bios so amusing that I am compelled to share them:

"Terry Pratchett lives in Somerset, England, where his spends all his time (and much of yours) constructing Discworld novels entirely of words, many of them recycled from everyday road signs and phone conversations."

And...

"Terry Pratchett lives and writes in England, where his vast popularity with readers of all ages has prompted critics to observe that his intricately eccentric and unfailingly amusing Discworld novels, arranged end to end, would extend all the way from one end of the arrangement to the other. He also has a hat."

And, especially for savetheolives, this dedication on the front page of Maskerade:

"My thanks to the people who have showed me that opera was stanger then I could imagine. I can best repay their kindness by not mentioning their names here."

3/26
Um. It's very windy, and I just gave my mother a haircut outside. **shakes to get all the salt-and-pepper hair off**

I just washed a loverly olive oil bottle that I intend to reincarnate as a vase, and I'm happily drinking cold coffee (the flavor is more intense) and stuffing myself on doughnut holes that mom and I decided to make yesterday on the spur of the moment. And I just looked for the dusting spray in the refrigerator. I don't know why I looked for it there...but I need it because I'm going to clean my room now. Cleaning my room always makes me happy that I have such a room. It's so me-ish, which is a "duh" statement because I've been the sole decorator and nothing goes in unless I like it. It's kind of like a library, actually, with all the tattered old maps on the walls and tons of books. Although if I want to get anymore (and I do) I will need another bookshelf. Unless I start stacking them along the walls, or in the closet, or under the bed. Which I will do unless I get another bookcase soon.

I like my room because I feel safe and comfortable here. In this light, especially, the whole room is soft cream, the antique-paper kind, and various wood tones, with touches of dark green and dark red and gold. It's old world colors, accented by the antique-gold falling leaf border I painted on the top of the walls. Also accented by the faded colors of the maps, and the dark tones of most of the old books, and the multicolored jars of buttons...the old globe...the dried rose petals.

It's not any particular period or style. It's just me. I like it.

And now I'll stop talking about it, because who cares? Instead I'll ramble about other stuff no one cares about, like the fact that I just found my dream Manhatten town house (Italianate style!) and it costs more then six million. Yipes.

3/2
I have just officially lost the thing that keeps me together--my "little back book" which really is smallish, and black, but isn't exactly a book. But it's what I keep my library list in, and my list-of-books-to-read, and my list-of-books-to-read-that-I-can't-find, and my list-of-books-that-I-own-so-don't-buy-these. I won't die without it, but I will feel like dying. Argh. I should have made backup copies.

I hope I left it at the library, where I have a chance of recovering it again., =\

Argh. I WANT IT BACK.

....
.....
......
I found it. lol. In the backseat of the car, where I left it when I sat surrounded by books and graciously shared a snack with my brother. Yay, I am happy again. I have my lists.
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3/19
As usual, I did not escape town today without buying some books. Mrs. Klay-Mart is getting to know my quite well...she was shocked, actually, that I only bought two from her today. I went ahead and got "The Complete Italian Cookbook" from Chris today. I've been eyeing it for months. It's huuuge. It must weight nearly five pounds, lol. And every page has color photos of almost everything. Also bought my first Terry Pratchett book (Hogfather) and was amused to read the blurb on the back. You know where they usually say "The author lives in California with his wife, two daughters, and a cat named Frank"? Well, this blurb is wonderfully typical of Pratchett writing in general:

"Terry Pratchett lives in England, an island off the coast of France, where he spends his time writing Discworld novels in accordance with the Very Strong Anthropic Principle, which holds that the entire Purpose of the Universe is to make possible a being that will live in England, as island off the coast of France, and spend its time writing Discworld novels. Which is exactly what he does. Which proves the whole business is true. Any questions?"

Then I had a sweet surprise when I went to catalog the new books (only four today!). I opened the front cover of Papa's Wife to find--and this is why I love used books--a whole letter writen on the front cover, dated June of 1976.

3/20
I'm sort of shocked, at yet not shocked at all...all of which is sad. I just found out that a girl I know is two months pregnant. She's a year younger then I am. It was shocking enough when she announced she was engaged last year, but it seemed as if they were being somewhat responsible by saying they were waiting to get married until they were both out of college. Lol, that's about FIVE YEARS.

So now she's going to have a baby. And they've upped the wedding date to June 04. Ok, like, what are you going to do with your six month old at your wedding? Let him be the honorary ring bearer? Just last July this girl and I and another girl had a sleepover...watched movies, did our hair and stuff, talked silly girl talk. This is all so wrong.

2/23
Sunday School went better this morning then I think it ever has. The lesson was Jesus walking on the water, and the kids were really into the story and...I just felt inspired. It was awsome. And the kids were really good today (for the most part) and we had a lot of nice "conversation" instead of my just telling them to be quiet and stop calling each other names. The coversations really showed what they think of me, though. It's really odd. They must think I'm really old and everything...they want to know when I'm going to get married. Bwaha. Oh, and afterwards I was looking for my mom, and I saw one of my students in the hallway, so I asked her if she'd seen my mom. Her eyes got really big and she said, "Teachers have moms too??"

Funny how adding four inches to your height changes your perspective. I dug out my four inch heel sandles from the depths of the closet and wore them to church for the first time in a long while. It was odd to experience life as a five-foot-six girl again...whoa, was I really 5'6"?! Wow. I didn't notice it much until I started flipping light switches which were further down the wall then I expected them to be. I forgot that the shoes rub on my toes, and I wore them with bare feet, so now I have two blisters. Oh well, "One must suffer in order to be beautiful." Er, tall.

Oh, and for the first time in my life I get to be Mary in the Easter program. ; ) When I was little that was always my dream. ; ) What's best is that it's a non-speaking part. Hurray. I just have to sit there and look adoringly at my baby.

Lol, I wonder who'll be Joseph? Oh my goodness, there are certain people who I will absolutly *die* (of amusment or otherwise) if they pair me with. Bwaha.

2/24
Something terrible has happened to a guy from my church. He's in the St. Francis burn unit with severe 2nd and 3rd degree burns over most of his face, arms, and torso. He was camping with some friends, and a REALLY STUPID IDIOT tried to get their campfire burning better by pouring gas on it. The fire came back into the can, of course, and the guy threw the can behind him, where it hit the guy I know and splashed burning gas all over him. Please, please pray for him. His name is Paul and I think he's about 19. I know you don't know him, but he needs every single person that he can get in prayer for him. And remember his mother, too. She has had so much trouble in life, and I'm afraid this might be the last straw. Her only daughter drowned a few years ago, and another son is in and out of the hospital with depression and other problems.

This and some other things had me feeling sort of fearful and worried today. But then I went to my spring...in our nine acres of woods we have a dear little spring, tucked into a little hollow. It's very peaceful and calm. I sat down there by the upper pool for a good little while, praying and enjoying the cold water on my feet, the sunshine, and the new green leaves bursting out. It did me a lot of good.

2/25
My oldest younger brother has a dentist appointment today, so I get to spend some time at the library. Actually I will probably be back on Friday, when my youngest brother has a dentist appointment. I wish we had a library closer. This isn't too bad, but it just means I can't go whenever I want...I got so spoiled being about the bike to it in Florida. Oh well. At least this isn't a really tiny library, yet small enough to allow me to really get to know the librarians (and they me). When I called to reserve a computer this morning, Donna said, "Oh, hi, Marie! We're looking forward to seeing you this afternoon!"

And I think I'll go check out some Arcitectural Digests now. And then go copy some pictures for Gwenyth (and maybe, just maybe, finally get her letter out), go give Chris some books, and probably buy a few. And run to the bank if I have time. Mom dislikes it when I carry so much cash on my person. ; )

Oh! And I need to look for more info on the Fibonacci number sequence. (The sequence of numbers, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, . . . , in which each successive number is equal to the sum of the two preceding numbers.) I'm interested just because it's neat mathematics, and besides, Leonardo Fibonacci was Italian! This sequence is found all over in nature.
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11/1
I was thinking that I might post book and movie reviews here sometimes. You could gain from my great wisdom and experience, surely. ; ) And it would be good for me too. Granted, some of you may hate me after you see what I like to read, but.....; )


11/2

Dreams

I'll just put all of my dreams in little boxes
And tuck them away.
When I'm old I'll pull them out and wonder
'Wouldn't it have been neat if...."



11/3

Yay! I got my GED results back today and my score was so insanely high I won't even mention it lest I look prideful. **beam** And here I was worried I might not pass the math. =D

On another topic, I'm wondering why my grandparents set such a store by their granddaughters having boyfriends. My cousin, about my age, has one and they've been going around telling everyone about it....and they keep asking me if I want one and all that. Yesterday dad said "Marie, why don't you tell them your big news?", meaning my GED results. And grandpa pipes up, "You got a boyfriend?" all eager like. Dad's like, no, it's much more important then that. Lol.

Gar. Everyone out there with wonderful, loving, supportive grandparents, count your blessings. Of course, maybe even the best grandparents would look bad if you lived next door to them.....but I don't think so....

I really don't like fall and winter. I'd like fall ok if there was a nice middle between too hot and too warm, but there isn't here in Oklahoma. It's cold, the outdoors is dying, and the horrible grey, cloudy days when the sun starts going down at 4:30 are depressing. I don't know, maybe I'm one of those people who's moods suffer from the lack of light in the winter. =P And besides, I hate being cold. I'm cold blooded, I guess, and my fingers and feet are always freezing during the winter.

Oh yeah, I welcome all comments here at this journal. Yes, people, please leave comments! I have it set up so that I can get the comments by email as you post them, instead of having to go to the library and see it on the web.

11/6
I voted yesterday! hurray. I love being "of age". I'm a pretty political person, which is guess is kind of odd in someone my age, but I've always been interested.

BOOK REVIEW: The Bromeliad, by Terry Pratchett

I got my Terry Pratchett fix this month with this book. Thanks so much, Jenny, for (however unwitingly) introducing me to him. =D His wit is astonishing. The Bromeliad (really three small books, Truckers, Diggers,and Wings, stuck together) is good, but, IMO, not as good as the discworld novels I've read....not *nearly* as funny as Witches Abroad or Lords and Ladies. Still, it was entertaining, occasionally thought provoking (amazingly enough), and hilarious a lot of the time.

You *do* have to be the "right" kind of person to enjoy it, though. Usually the people with odd and wacky senses of humor like them best. (That's why you should read them, Hannah!)

Also, if you're at all interesting in language (history, etomology, uses, reginal variations) try to find "Introductory Readings on Language" by Wallace L. Anderson and Norman C. Stageberg. I think it's some sort of a college text book or something, but I found it at the library. It's a bunch of essays on various things relating to language, and it's really interesting.

11/7
Yesterday I made some fabulous Daklyia (sp?), Greek Village Bread. (thanks to Hannah for letting me read the book I got it out of!) Yum, that was good. I need to make some more; it's gone already. AND I watched the CMAs last night on tv.....HURRAY FOR ALAN JACKSON! (*And* he finally had on a pair of pants without holes in the knees.) I'm so glad he finally got some of the recognition he deserves. And....Brad Paisey's engaged? I don't know why this strikes me as odd, but it does. Actually I thought if he was going to marry anyone it would be Shelley Wright....not like it matters......

Oh, and I was also really really *really* pleased to see Allison Krauss nominated in some catagories, even if she didn't win. I think she's great. And she got to sing, too--The Lucky One. I like that song. Maybe country radio will actually play it. Lol, one more thing......George Strait looked old. =P That's sad. He's so great.

11/8
Finally made it to the library again. Thanks everyone for the comments! I love you guys....

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