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Oct. 22nd, 2012 08:57 pm1. Finished Carrie Fisher's book Shockaholic - which was not as good at Wishful Drinking. It was memorable for four things:
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Overall, I'd give the book a three star or C rating. Not worth buying even for a Kindle.
2. So now, I'm between books again. And have so many to pick from. I think I finally burned myself out on the romance and porn novels. People write such crappy porn. Yes, I know the guy is hot, you don't have to describe how great he is every three pages. More story, less repetitive description please.
Problem is I'm a moody reader - the books I wanted to read when I bought them, have since changed. If I only I could have read all these books when I bought them. But no. Now, six months later...when I have time to read one, I find, alas, no longer in the mood.
Don't know what I'm in the mood for. Nothing apparently. Work is stressing me out, so I'm writing a book in my head instead, since I have 0 energy to read one. Pathetic but there it is.
Might try Adam McCombre's White Forest. It looked interesting. Another possibility is the Immortal Life of Henrietta...or I could read Joseph Anton by Salman Rushdie. Also have the book from Denis Lehane and the essays by Haitian exile, Edwidge Danticate. Lots and lots of choices. Will most likely read the urban fantasy novella by Kim Harrison entitled Million Dollar Baby - about an elf and a pixie who steal his kid back from the elfin mother, elf style.
3. So, my mother asks me if I've seen the pics from my cousin's wedding on Facebook. Mainly because she's impressed by how "formal" the wedding and attire are. My parents wedding was not formal. No tuxes, and my mother according to photos, wore a dress that did not dip below her knees. It was a white cocktail dress with a nifty hat like veil number. She looked like Jackie Kennedy or a young Mary Tyler Moore in that old black and white photo. Complete with the hair style. And my father, looked like the love child of Dennis the Menace's father and Dick Van Dyke. I kid you not. These are photos, I wasn't there. The reception was held at my mother's home - a small two bedroom house, and they had maybe 20 people in attendance. They got married two years before I was born. My brother, being even less conventional, got married in the indoor swimming pool at a club in Battery City Park, Lower Manhattan. Nice view of the Hudson River and Bay. We thought we were going to a baby shower - his wife was six months pregnant at the time.
They were married by an ordained minister of the House of Craft (my sisinlaw's best friend and yes, it was legal. She got ordained online. Now the woman is training to be a Minister for the Friends or Quakers - which actually would have made more sense. But my brother and sis are only religious about art and crafts, so maybe not.) And my mother and sisinlaw's father witnessed it. (My mother was overcome with relief. She'd been campaigning for them to get married for the last five years. The Bride's father appeared to be stoned. But I'm guessing he was just going with the flow. He is that sort of guy. And clearly had seen crazier things in his lifetime. The guy went to school Andy Warhol and was part of that group - so would not be at all surprised. Apparently my niece has Edie Sedwick's stuffed Swan.) The Bride's mother was busy squatting in a house in Florida at the time. While my father had bowed out, due to the fact that he thought it silly to fly all the way to NYC for a baby shower. (If only he knew.) But my mother desperately wanted to be there - so flew in and stayed with me. (She didn't care - it was her first and only grandchild, she'd be dammed if she missed a moment.) My job was to get her to the shower and entertain her. What can I say, my parents aren't into the whole traditional big party bit. We're a bit eccentric or so I've been told.
I explain to my mother that on my FB, my extended family, the people from my church, and old college classmates, plus one old work colleague and one person from LJ/Buffy fandom are vying for the honor of who gets to take over my FB friends page.
The amazing thing about FB is the people who are acquaintances or I never see and know the least well, post the most frequently. While the people I know and are the closest to or care the most about rarely post at all. As a result I feel a bit like I'm privy to the inner personal lives and correspondence of complete strangers. It's so odd. The internet it brings you closer together yet also sets you even further apart at the same time.
Want to feel really lonely, depressed and friendless? Visit Facebook. Livejournal also works in that regard. Guessing Twitter does too.
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Overall, I'd give the book a three star or C rating. Not worth buying even for a Kindle.
2. So now, I'm between books again. And have so many to pick from. I think I finally burned myself out on the romance and porn novels. People write such crappy porn. Yes, I know the guy is hot, you don't have to describe how great he is every three pages. More story, less repetitive description please.
Problem is I'm a moody reader - the books I wanted to read when I bought them, have since changed. If I only I could have read all these books when I bought them. But no. Now, six months later...when I have time to read one, I find, alas, no longer in the mood.
Don't know what I'm in the mood for. Nothing apparently. Work is stressing me out, so I'm writing a book in my head instead, since I have 0 energy to read one. Pathetic but there it is.
Might try Adam McCombre's White Forest. It looked interesting. Another possibility is the Immortal Life of Henrietta...or I could read Joseph Anton by Salman Rushdie. Also have the book from Denis Lehane and the essays by Haitian exile, Edwidge Danticate. Lots and lots of choices. Will most likely read the urban fantasy novella by Kim Harrison entitled Million Dollar Baby - about an elf and a pixie who steal his kid back from the elfin mother, elf style.
3. So, my mother asks me if I've seen the pics from my cousin's wedding on Facebook. Mainly because she's impressed by how "formal" the wedding and attire are. My parents wedding was not formal. No tuxes, and my mother according to photos, wore a dress that did not dip below her knees. It was a white cocktail dress with a nifty hat like veil number. She looked like Jackie Kennedy or a young Mary Tyler Moore in that old black and white photo. Complete with the hair style. And my father, looked like the love child of Dennis the Menace's father and Dick Van Dyke. I kid you not. These are photos, I wasn't there. The reception was held at my mother's home - a small two bedroom house, and they had maybe 20 people in attendance. They got married two years before I was born. My brother, being even less conventional, got married in the indoor swimming pool at a club in Battery City Park, Lower Manhattan. Nice view of the Hudson River and Bay. We thought we were going to a baby shower - his wife was six months pregnant at the time.
They were married by an ordained minister of the House of Craft (my sisinlaw's best friend and yes, it was legal. She got ordained online. Now the woman is training to be a Minister for the Friends or Quakers - which actually would have made more sense. But my brother and sis are only religious about art and crafts, so maybe not.) And my mother and sisinlaw's father witnessed it. (My mother was overcome with relief. She'd been campaigning for them to get married for the last five years. The Bride's father appeared to be stoned. But I'm guessing he was just going with the flow. He is that sort of guy. And clearly had seen crazier things in his lifetime. The guy went to school Andy Warhol and was part of that group - so would not be at all surprised. Apparently my niece has Edie Sedwick's stuffed Swan.) The Bride's mother was busy squatting in a house in Florida at the time. While my father had bowed out, due to the fact that he thought it silly to fly all the way to NYC for a baby shower. (If only he knew.) But my mother desperately wanted to be there - so flew in and stayed with me. (She didn't care - it was her first and only grandchild, she'd be dammed if she missed a moment.) My job was to get her to the shower and entertain her. What can I say, my parents aren't into the whole traditional big party bit. We're a bit eccentric or so I've been told.
I explain to my mother that on my FB, my extended family, the people from my church, and old college classmates, plus one old work colleague and one person from LJ/Buffy fandom are vying for the honor of who gets to take over my FB friends page.
The amazing thing about FB is the people who are acquaintances or I never see and know the least well, post the most frequently. While the people I know and are the closest to or care the most about rarely post at all. As a result I feel a bit like I'm privy to the inner personal lives and correspondence of complete strangers. It's so odd. The internet it brings you closer together yet also sets you even further apart at the same time.
Want to feel really lonely, depressed and friendless? Visit Facebook. Livejournal also works in that regard. Guessing Twitter does too.