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Gloomy day, perfect video weather...
Jan. 1st, 2007 11:12 pmSomewhat annoyed with my internet browser, for reasons that remain a mystery to me it decided to erase all my passcodes and favorites requiring me to hunt them down again and reestablish the few I could find. I'm guessing it's a security measure - albeit a dumb one. You think at the very least it could have asked first, that after all would have been the polite thing to do. But then experience has taught me that computers are only as polite as those who create and program them. So am not altogether suprised.
2006 passed with little fanfair, two hours into 2007, we had rain..the day gloomy and dark, perfect for watching videos, eating popcorn, reading and trying to figure out how to knit. (The friend who'd come over the evening before tried to teach me and was kind enough to give me a pair of old knitting needles and some thick multi-colored green yarn. I haven't a clue if I'm doing it right and may to venture to the knitting store and get an owners manual or something, assuming such a thing exists: "Learning How to Knit in Five Easy Steps". Why am I attempting this? Ah. Figured it will give me something constructive to do with my fingers in front of the television outside of reading magazines (which doesn't quite work), surfing the internet, and well, eating. Plus, I hear it is relaxing. Right now, it's just frustrating.]
Main accomplishment was finishing the novel Snowstorms in A Hot Climate by Sarah Dunant. A book about two women, two drug smugglers, and the chaos that ensues. The book left me raging internally at three of the characters and feeling abjectly sorry for the narrator/protagonist - who gets swept up in the chaos and is forever changed by it through little fault of her own. Not sure that was the author's intent. Also a fervent desire to discuss it with someone. Don't know if I recommend it or not. I certainly raced through it, couldn't put it down. And while the ending was satisfying, I can't say I left it feeling much for the characters involved. It did however reaffirm one thing - I have moved past the desire to write this type of tale myself - which is a good thing. My last novel uncomfortably reminded me of this one. Perhaps I'll write an indepth review of it at some point, just not now. For want of words more than want of desire. Sometimes words just don't come and I feel that I am pulling them from the ether like one might pull teeth from a disagreeable donkey.
( movie reviews for United 93, Da Vinci Code, and Poisedon )
2006 passed with little fanfair, two hours into 2007, we had rain..the day gloomy and dark, perfect for watching videos, eating popcorn, reading and trying to figure out how to knit. (The friend who'd come over the evening before tried to teach me and was kind enough to give me a pair of old knitting needles and some thick multi-colored green yarn. I haven't a clue if I'm doing it right and may to venture to the knitting store and get an owners manual or something, assuming such a thing exists: "Learning How to Knit in Five Easy Steps". Why am I attempting this? Ah. Figured it will give me something constructive to do with my fingers in front of the television outside of reading magazines (which doesn't quite work), surfing the internet, and well, eating. Plus, I hear it is relaxing. Right now, it's just frustrating.]
Main accomplishment was finishing the novel Snowstorms in A Hot Climate by Sarah Dunant. A book about two women, two drug smugglers, and the chaos that ensues. The book left me raging internally at three of the characters and feeling abjectly sorry for the narrator/protagonist - who gets swept up in the chaos and is forever changed by it through little fault of her own. Not sure that was the author's intent. Also a fervent desire to discuss it with someone. Don't know if I recommend it or not. I certainly raced through it, couldn't put it down. And while the ending was satisfying, I can't say I left it feeling much for the characters involved. It did however reaffirm one thing - I have moved past the desire to write this type of tale myself - which is a good thing. My last novel uncomfortably reminded me of this one. Perhaps I'll write an indepth review of it at some point, just not now. For want of words more than want of desire. Sometimes words just don't come and I feel that I am pulling them from the ether like one might pull teeth from a disagreeable donkey.
( movie reviews for United 93, Da Vinci Code, and Poisedon )
