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This and that and the other thing...
1. I've discovered something, when I write in a point of view of a character, my writing style changes to fit the voice of the character in my head. It happens here and elsewhere, as well, it changes to fit the topic, mood, or subject matter. I wonder if this is a result of reading such a wide variety of works, from technical, to literary to genre...to internet blogs? I have a tendency to mimic what I observe. Such as conversations on subways. Also, I strive to find the humor in things or make fun of them -- if I can't laugh at myself and the world, what's the point really?
2. Co-worker told me the other day, this is the co-worker who got me to watch Breaking Bad and is a screenwriter on the side, that he preferred subways to all other types of transportation. That the trains underground had a flavor to them, a resonance, that other modes of transportation do not. He's right. They change every day. The people are insanely diverse. And anything can happen. I love them too in my own way...I love cities. It's weird, you'd think I'd hate them --- liking space, quiet, and hating crowds. But you can find these things in a city. I do, admit, that I'd like the city far better if half the people would disappear. It's insanely congested, particularly around mid-town, why tourists feel this need to visit midtown and take selfies, I've no clue. It's not that interesting.
The conversation actually started out....
Co-worker: You're going out to lunch now, you never did that before.
Me: No, I'm not.
Co-worker: Then what are you bringing back in bags?
Me: I discovered Barnes and Noble, and keep buying stuff. This area has far too many things you can buy and none cheap.
Co-worker: There's a Barnes & Noble, where? (actually it was this particular co-worker who told me about it. So, I looked at him a bit oddly. I thought I was losing bits of memory.)
3. Bought this book at B&N entitled Literary Listopia on a whim. (I need to stop going to B&N at lunch, I keep buying stuff.) I don't know why. Now, that I've looked through it, I find myself drawing a blank. I can't remember any of the books I've read that fit into the categories. I think it's intimidating me -- it's supposed to be literary books and I've sort of been on a decidedly non-literary reading binge. Although whose to say what literature is? It's a subjective thing. Only English Lit Professors and Students care -- mainly to justify their own existence. I mean if we didn't have "literature", would we have English Lit? I think not. (It should be noted at this point that I was an English Lit Major in a former life and did do lengthy analysis and critiques of literary works.)
Examples of Lists, which I might blog...assuming of course I can come up with more than one or two books to fill them:
*Books that made you laugh
*Books that made you cry
*Fictional characters you related to
*Fictional Characters you wouldn't get along with
*Fictional Characters you'd date (I'm not really sure I'd date any fictional characters to be honest..)
*Favorite Troubled Characters
*Books that changed your life
*Books that changed you spiritually
*Books that you learned something new
*Favorite Films Adapated From Books
*Favorite Authors
* Books that scared me (this one is problematic since books don't tend to scare me. Movies and television shows, yes, books no. I think visually and have a visual memory. Oral narratives don't really scare me either. But if you show me a picture of something horrifying, it's there for eternity. For example? I will never forget Johnny Depp being ground into hamburger meat by his bed in "Nightmare on Elm Street". That's just something you can't forget once you see it. The next scene? They hand his father his remains in a can. That demented scene kept me up many a night in college, and long afterwards, well that and Stanley Kubrick's The Shining, which I made the mistake of watching in a dorm during a winter break with a bunch of people. I've since learned to avoid horror movies and television shows, even if I have a masochistic curiosity about them that causes me to watch them, and have many a sleepless night as a result. I have a vivid imagination and am somewhat agnostic in regards to believing in things that go bump in the night, so really don't help in this regard.)
* Favorite Literary Lovebirds
* My Literary Heroes
* Coming of Age Books I Love
* Graphic Novels - I've read, I hope to read
* Books I think I will skip
* Favorite Racy Novels
(There should be a category entitled, Favorite Trashy Novels...these lists are far too literary for their own good, clearly created by a book snob. Not a fan of snobs, they tend to be really judgmental of others tastes, which I'm sensitive to for some reason.)
* Books that had a philosophical impact on me
* Books that cliff notes would have helped a great deal (yes, clearly a frustrated English Lit major.)
* Books that I hope to read before I die.
(And more...many more. It's a whole books of lists about books. I thought it would be a good way of keeping track of what I read. But turns out that I can't remember what I've read. This is sad.)
4. Difficult Day. Sciatic Nerve is back. I blame work. I like my job fine. I hate my workplace. The cubicle is too small for me, and I'm hunched over my computer, which results in compacting the spine and pinching the nerve. I come home -- stretch it out with melt balls, yoga, stretches and heating pads. Then go back and do it all over again. It's depressing and frustrating, especially since I was able to stop it at the previous office space. I don't know what to do. I'm hoping this move is temporary. But, there's no way of knowing that for certain.
I may bring the melt balls with me to work tomorrow, and a heating pad, and see if that helps.
Also, Chair Yoga -- can't do much, don't have a straight backed chair anywhere, but can try.
2. Co-worker told me the other day, this is the co-worker who got me to watch Breaking Bad and is a screenwriter on the side, that he preferred subways to all other types of transportation. That the trains underground had a flavor to them, a resonance, that other modes of transportation do not. He's right. They change every day. The people are insanely diverse. And anything can happen. I love them too in my own way...I love cities. It's weird, you'd think I'd hate them --- liking space, quiet, and hating crowds. But you can find these things in a city. I do, admit, that I'd like the city far better if half the people would disappear. It's insanely congested, particularly around mid-town, why tourists feel this need to visit midtown and take selfies, I've no clue. It's not that interesting.
The conversation actually started out....
Co-worker: You're going out to lunch now, you never did that before.
Me: No, I'm not.
Co-worker: Then what are you bringing back in bags?
Me: I discovered Barnes and Noble, and keep buying stuff. This area has far too many things you can buy and none cheap.
Co-worker: There's a Barnes & Noble, where? (actually it was this particular co-worker who told me about it. So, I looked at him a bit oddly. I thought I was losing bits of memory.)
3. Bought this book at B&N entitled Literary Listopia on a whim. (I need to stop going to B&N at lunch, I keep buying stuff.) I don't know why. Now, that I've looked through it, I find myself drawing a blank. I can't remember any of the books I've read that fit into the categories. I think it's intimidating me -- it's supposed to be literary books and I've sort of been on a decidedly non-literary reading binge. Although whose to say what literature is? It's a subjective thing. Only English Lit Professors and Students care -- mainly to justify their own existence. I mean if we didn't have "literature", would we have English Lit? I think not. (It should be noted at this point that I was an English Lit Major in a former life and did do lengthy analysis and critiques of literary works.)
Examples of Lists, which I might blog...assuming of course I can come up with more than one or two books to fill them:
*Books that made you laugh
*Books that made you cry
*Fictional characters you related to
*Fictional Characters you wouldn't get along with
*Fictional Characters you'd date (I'm not really sure I'd date any fictional characters to be honest..)
*Favorite Troubled Characters
*Books that changed your life
*Books that changed you spiritually
*Books that you learned something new
*Favorite Films Adapated From Books
*Favorite Authors
* Books that scared me (this one is problematic since books don't tend to scare me. Movies and television shows, yes, books no. I think visually and have a visual memory. Oral narratives don't really scare me either. But if you show me a picture of something horrifying, it's there for eternity. For example? I will never forget Johnny Depp being ground into hamburger meat by his bed in "Nightmare on Elm Street". That's just something you can't forget once you see it. The next scene? They hand his father his remains in a can. That demented scene kept me up many a night in college, and long afterwards, well that and Stanley Kubrick's The Shining, which I made the mistake of watching in a dorm during a winter break with a bunch of people. I've since learned to avoid horror movies and television shows, even if I have a masochistic curiosity about them that causes me to watch them, and have many a sleepless night as a result. I have a vivid imagination and am somewhat agnostic in regards to believing in things that go bump in the night, so really don't help in this regard.)
* Favorite Literary Lovebirds
* My Literary Heroes
* Coming of Age Books I Love
* Graphic Novels - I've read, I hope to read
* Books I think I will skip
* Favorite Racy Novels
(There should be a category entitled, Favorite Trashy Novels...these lists are far too literary for their own good, clearly created by a book snob. Not a fan of snobs, they tend to be really judgmental of others tastes, which I'm sensitive to for some reason.)
* Books that had a philosophical impact on me
* Books that cliff notes would have helped a great deal (yes, clearly a frustrated English Lit major.)
* Books that I hope to read before I die.
(And more...many more. It's a whole books of lists about books. I thought it would be a good way of keeping track of what I read. But turns out that I can't remember what I've read. This is sad.)
4. Difficult Day. Sciatic Nerve is back. I blame work. I like my job fine. I hate my workplace. The cubicle is too small for me, and I'm hunched over my computer, which results in compacting the spine and pinching the nerve. I come home -- stretch it out with melt balls, yoga, stretches and heating pads. Then go back and do it all over again. It's depressing and frustrating, especially since I was able to stop it at the previous office space. I don't know what to do. I'm hoping this move is temporary. But, there's no way of knowing that for certain.
I may bring the melt balls with me to work tomorrow, and a heating pad, and see if that helps.
Also, Chair Yoga -- can't do much, don't have a straight backed chair anywhere, but can try.
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I was at B&N today, too. I happened to pass by the display of B&N's own editions of classic world lit. I thought to myself there was a time I thought I really should read all of them. But not any more. ;o)
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And a lot of them feel like the mental equivalent of wading through quicksand. Catcher in the Rye certainly did - am not a fan of JD Salinger, which I know is blasphemy in certain quarters but there it is.
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would it be possible to stand in your cube?
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My co-workers suggested that I remove one of the overhead shelves so I can make the computer screen at least eye level as opposed to nose level. Most of my co-workers slouch down in their seats with their keyboards under the desk, but my legs are too long for that.