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LJ post that made me happy:
Perhaps the most amazing ceramic vase I've seen...so different, so warm, and so unique.
http://embers-log.livejournal.com/205956.html?view=1342596&style=mine#t1342596
There was also a great link to a salon article comparing Buffy to Twilight, and explaining in fantastic detail why I stopped reading romance novels and find the Twilight stories offensive.
It also explains why Harry Potter and Buffy were cult icons and phenomenas, appealing to men and women of all ages and screeds, while Twilight appeals to select or at least I hope it is, group. (And makes me wonder about my own gender.) Twilight makes Charlian Harris' novels feel well like Shakespeare or Jane Austen in comparison, and I'm not that fond of Harris' writing, although, I'm wildly tempted to subscribe to HBO just to see Alan Ball's adaptation of Harris' vampire mysteries into the tv show True Blood. From what I've seen of the trailers? True Blood looks really good, with a definite Buffy meets the Kindred (an old vampire tv show), sort of feel to it.
here: http://www.salon.com/books/review/2008/07/30/Twilight/
Difficult week. Been depressed and frustrated and irritated during most of it. All bad moody.
There's all these things I want and want to do, yet feel as if they are impossible to reach.
Need to focus on what I do have and work on keeping hold of those things - my job, my home, my physical/mental health, and my financial stability - which aren't things a lot of people have right now and I've worked really really hard the last few years to obtain or continue to hold onto.
Two people died this week...didn't know either well, but feel sad about both. One was a kind man at work suffering from lung cancer, a battle he finally lost. (He wasn't that old, maybe in his late 50s.) The other the father of one of the people on my correspondence list. My heart goes out to their families, and I pray neither was in any pain. I hope they died in their sleep, that I think would be the best way to go. This makes me realize, whether I like it or not, each day is to a degree a gift, filled with mixed blessings and curses, to do with what we will. Gives me hope thinking that. Tomorrow, when it comes, will always be different in some way. And all of this? Temporary.
Perhaps the most amazing ceramic vase I've seen...so different, so warm, and so unique.
http://embers-log.livejournal.com/205956.html?view=1342596&style=mine#t1342596
There was also a great link to a salon article comparing Buffy to Twilight, and explaining in fantastic detail why I stopped reading romance novels and find the Twilight stories offensive.
It also explains why Harry Potter and Buffy were cult icons and phenomenas, appealing to men and women of all ages and screeds, while Twilight appeals to select or at least I hope it is, group. (And makes me wonder about my own gender.) Twilight makes Charlian Harris' novels feel well like Shakespeare or Jane Austen in comparison, and I'm not that fond of Harris' writing, although, I'm wildly tempted to subscribe to HBO just to see Alan Ball's adaptation of Harris' vampire mysteries into the tv show True Blood. From what I've seen of the trailers? True Blood looks really good, with a definite Buffy meets the Kindred (an old vampire tv show), sort of feel to it.
here: http://www.salon.com/books/review/2008/07/30/Twilight/
Difficult week. Been depressed and frustrated and irritated during most of it. All bad moody.
There's all these things I want and want to do, yet feel as if they are impossible to reach.
Need to focus on what I do have and work on keeping hold of those things - my job, my home, my physical/mental health, and my financial stability - which aren't things a lot of people have right now and I've worked really really hard the last few years to obtain or continue to hold onto.
Two people died this week...didn't know either well, but feel sad about both. One was a kind man at work suffering from lung cancer, a battle he finally lost. (He wasn't that old, maybe in his late 50s.) The other the father of one of the people on my correspondence list. My heart goes out to their families, and I pray neither was in any pain. I hope they died in their sleep, that I think would be the best way to go. This makes me realize, whether I like it or not, each day is to a degree a gift, filled with mixed blessings and curses, to do with what we will. Gives me hope thinking that. Tomorrow, when it comes, will always be different in some way. And all of this? Temporary.