Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
summer
Okay so I just made this blog. I guess so that I can unleash my thoughts on the unsuspecting world. I mean it feels sort of self-centered and weird, but I don't know. I'm going to write this anyway.
Life has been sort of weird lately. Like, I don't have a job, and I'm not taking classes, and I am sort of running out of things to do. Like the novelty of having to do nothing has worn off. Well, I guess I have an interview tomorrow for teaching an SAT class, which maybe will go somewhere. I am also thinking of taking a class at ECC, like photography or cooking or something, just for fun. I guess I have to get on that if I am going to do it. I have to prepare this whole presentation for my interview tomorrow, which is intense and I have not even started thinking about it. Well also I guess Anna and I are looking for jobs at Stratford tomorrow maybe, but I feel not optimistic about that.
So anyway I guess that is why I am sort of in a funk--like you know how, the less you do, the less you can do? Like...I feel too lazy to bring in the mail or to throw my yogurt lids in the trash. I need something to pull me out of this. Some days I don't even leave the house until it is dark. I mean doing nothing is good sometimes but I am used to being busy and accomplishing things. I guess I should have tried for more. Although I feel like I did apply for a lot of things this summer, but nothing panned out.
On the plus note, I have read nine books so far this summer. Well, four of them were rereads, but I still think that is pretty cool. They were:
The Tender Land by Kathleen Finneran
Harry Potter 1-4
Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl
So yeah I think that is pretty cool. I highly recommend every single one of those books, in case you are looking for some summer reading. I just finished Special Topics in Calamity Physics, which was an interesting reading experience. When I started it, I thought "oh my God, this is the most pretentious shit ever, I can't even get through this" and I put it down for a few weeks. Then I powered through it and got into the middle and then I just really couldn't put it down. The ending is insane--like there's a surprise and so you think "oh okay that is the shocker ending" and then there's another one and you're like "oh wow okay" and then there's another one and another and you keep getting punched in the gut and you're like "holy shit I don't know anything anymore." It was a really good book, once I got through it.
Plus I just checked out a whole bunch of books at the library. My mom and I decided to read all the Pulitzer Prize winners, but then today I realized that there are 89, and I have literally only read 6, so who knows how that will go. Anyway right now I am reading One Hundred Years of Solitude (Marquez) and A Thousand Acres (Smiley). I am taking a little break from Harry Potter. Goblet of Fire was so sick (in the good way), but I am not looking forward to five really at all.
I am writing a little, but it is slow going and difficult to finish stuff without a deadline. I guess that is what I really want to accomplish this summer: read a lot and build up a big body of writing work. But I am getting really lazy. I need someone to kick my ass.
Tonight I saw the film Rushmore for the first time with my friend Dave. I expected that I would love it and I did. It was sort of weird that I had never seen it before, but now I have so I am glad.
My dog is in my bed, and I think he is really gassy tonight. He is really depressed because my dad is in Canada, so all of a sudden he has decided he loves me and can't leave my side. I don't even know.
Do you ever feel like there is just too much good music, too many good books, too many great films, and you will just never experience them all? What if you never read your favorite book, because you didn't have time, or someone put it in the wrong place in the library, or you never heard of it? I guess maybe it doesn't matter, but it sometimes makes me sad.
Life has been sort of weird lately. Like, I don't have a job, and I'm not taking classes, and I am sort of running out of things to do. Like the novelty of having to do nothing has worn off. Well, I guess I have an interview tomorrow for teaching an SAT class, which maybe will go somewhere. I am also thinking of taking a class at ECC, like photography or cooking or something, just for fun. I guess I have to get on that if I am going to do it. I have to prepare this whole presentation for my interview tomorrow, which is intense and I have not even started thinking about it. Well also I guess Anna and I are looking for jobs at Stratford tomorrow maybe, but I feel not optimistic about that.
So anyway I guess that is why I am sort of in a funk--like you know how, the less you do, the less you can do? Like...I feel too lazy to bring in the mail or to throw my yogurt lids in the trash. I need something to pull me out of this. Some days I don't even leave the house until it is dark. I mean doing nothing is good sometimes but I am used to being busy and accomplishing things. I guess I should have tried for more. Although I feel like I did apply for a lot of things this summer, but nothing panned out.
On the plus note, I have read nine books so far this summer. Well, four of them were rereads, but I still think that is pretty cool. They were:
The Tender Land by Kathleen Finneran
Harry Potter 1-4
Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl
So yeah I think that is pretty cool. I highly recommend every single one of those books, in case you are looking for some summer reading. I just finished Special Topics in Calamity Physics, which was an interesting reading experience. When I started it, I thought "oh my God, this is the most pretentious shit ever, I can't even get through this" and I put it down for a few weeks. Then I powered through it and got into the middle and then I just really couldn't put it down. The ending is insane--like there's a surprise and so you think "oh okay that is the shocker ending" and then there's another one and you're like "oh wow okay" and then there's another one and another and you keep getting punched in the gut and you're like "holy shit I don't know anything anymore." It was a really good book, once I got through it.
Plus I just checked out a whole bunch of books at the library. My mom and I decided to read all the Pulitzer Prize winners, but then today I realized that there are 89, and I have literally only read 6, so who knows how that will go. Anyway right now I am reading One Hundred Years of Solitude (Marquez) and A Thousand Acres (Smiley). I am taking a little break from Harry Potter. Goblet of Fire was so sick (in the good way), but I am not looking forward to five really at all.
I am writing a little, but it is slow going and difficult to finish stuff without a deadline. I guess that is what I really want to accomplish this summer: read a lot and build up a big body of writing work. But I am getting really lazy. I need someone to kick my ass.
Tonight I saw the film Rushmore for the first time with my friend Dave. I expected that I would love it and I did. It was sort of weird that I had never seen it before, but now I have so I am glad.
My dog is in my bed, and I think he is really gassy tonight. He is really depressed because my dad is in Canada, so all of a sudden he has decided he loves me and can't leave my side. I don't even know.
Do you ever feel like there is just too much good music, too many good books, too many great films, and you will just never experience them all? What if you never read your favorite book, because you didn't have time, or someone put it in the wrong place in the library, or you never heard of it? I guess maybe it doesn't matter, but it sometimes makes me sad.
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