Oct. 2nd, 2015 | 08:28 am
music: The hum of Computer fans
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Nov. 8th, 2011 | 09:17 pm
location: Bedroom (ON MY COUCH!)
music: TV from upstairs
I broke Kalliope today.
I was hanging out with my cousin Theresa who'd just moved to the alabummer area and we went to my house to drop off my computer and homework and just get stuff out of my car, when Kalliope decided that she was no longer going to be apart of this cruel world and took a nose dive down to the garage.
Life: You're iPod has a shattered screen now.
I was upset but I knew that either I could try and get her fixed or I could just have a sad looking iPod screen. I checked my bank account and decided I could take the hit and added fixing Kalliope to my list of things to conquer for the day.
Since bra shopping was on that list anyway, and my bra place is in the Summit where the Apple store is, I made an appointment with the 'Geniuses' and brought them the broken body of my dear Kalliope.
Yes. It was sad. I was glad I had a screen protector on her...but I wish I'd gotten her a case. I've just had issues with cases I liked. Anyway...the Apple guy told me that because the screen was shattered, it voided the warranty and there really wasn't anything he could do to fix it other than to replace it.
What you are seeing is my new iPod in its new case (because seriously? Yes. Seriously I am not making the same mistake twice) and Kalliope powering off for the last time.
Thirty seconds after the new iPod was handed to me, I dropped it.
And miraculously, it was ok. Because it had a case. XD
Yes! NO BROKEN SCREEN!
I have named the new iPod Sophie. Because...well...I don't know, Kalliope Version 2.0 seemed too long.
I'm really grateful that I had the money to replace it but it hurt me a bit to have to since the first one was a gift. Still, Michael didn't seem mad that I'd broken it, just happy I'd been able to make it better. Moral of the story: put a case on your iDevices kids. Or you will be an unhappy baby.
May. 2nd, 2011 | 01:07 am
music: Pres. Obama's address to the country about Osama's death
When Obama was elected president, I watched his swearing in ceremonies in a Full Moon BBQ while suffering from a horrendous sinus infection.
Today, I learned about the death of Osama Bin Laden while taking a break from smoothing out the rough edges on about 100 issues I'm having on two 12 page papers that are due in 16 hours.
Ten years later and I'm still in school.
I don't know. It feels hollow.
Yay. The mastermind of our nation's biggest tragedy is dead. But I still have friends who have homeless family. My dad is staying in a house with no power. People who had homes last week are homeless today.
So good for them. Finally got that done. But it just doesn't feel as important as all the other things going on right now.
Yay history. Whatever. Back to finishing these stupid papers that are holding me back from Summertime.
Apr. 12th, 2011 | 10:40 pm
music: Total Eclipse of the Heart
This is not an easy book. But none of the things in life worth achieving are easy.
Its not a sweet walk down a mountain path with flowers and bunnies and song, but a hard toil up a mountain with breathtaking views, horrifing putrid corpses, bears, lions, tigers, and the most beautiful sunset that makes all the rest of it worth it. Sometimes on that walk, the sea is splashing so hard you can barely hear yourself breath over the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. Other times, you stop by a hut with drunken voices echoing out.
Reading Ulysses is that walk. Its long and hard and you'd better have a steady gait, good map and patience. But it so worth it.
One day in the life of three people who are interacting with an entire city as they go about their lives trying to be better and not succeeding. There is every vice imaginable, every pain touched, and all of the human evils. But there is also compassion, forgiveness, patience, and understanding. Stephen is the young, stupid, and so broken character in deep mourning and in deep blarney from the world he is living in. He is not someone to be proud of, but at the same time has so much potential if he could just find KINDNESS in people. Leopold Bloom, an outsider who is going throughout his day to avoid his wife's affair with her co-star on the stage. He is a dirty man, but a smart and kind one too. He is complex the way real people are. He meets Stephen and in him finds a son that is going to possibly heal his wounded heart from losing his own baby two years before. Then there is the earthy and frank Molly Bloom who is unashamed and fragile. She loves her husband but accepts that sometimes we are not always satisfied with life.
There is no clear ending. No happily ever after. There is nothing cut. Nothing dry. Nothing closed to this story because it is the story of life and life only closes when we die, and even then, only for us because the people around us absorb that sorrow or lack of in their own lives and move on.
It deserves its spot as one of the greatest novels in the English Language. Its so much more than I'm able to say. And just like real, complicated people, you have to take that walk and get to know it.
But its not elite. And to say that someone is not smart enough to understand it is saying that you are smarter than they are. I don't agree with you any more Uncle Orson. I think you are limited in your vision to say it isn't great. I know that in your attacks on Ulysses you are trying to make a case for other novels to be looked at, and that's lovely.
Still. We can't attack one branch of literary theory in favor of promoting another branch. When I went back to look over your arguments, that is what I noticed. You insult Joyce's work because it is different than Burroughs, or other adventure writers from that time. I say instead of trying to hold one work OVER another we appreciate them all as a whole and take from them what we can get.
We must step upon the shoulders of other great writers to achieve even greater story telling. Joyce's masterpiece should be read and appreciated. He worked for ten years on it, wrote in serially, just like Borroughs, and while Borroughs focuses on the quest of a man evolving from animal to human, Joyce examines what being human means. How is this different?
A final note: If you take on this book, I strongly recommend patience. I recommend re-reading it to absorb. This is not a jaunt down a pre-carved lane in a park. Its stepping into the woods. Getting a reading guide will help. I recommend the annotated guide by Gifford.
But you really don't NEED it. It just helps.
It was so satisfying to finish today. It felt wonderful. I wish everyone could have this feeling.
Jan. 10th, 2011 | 09:50 am
music: Drip Drip Drip
I woke up this morning to a steady drip on my window unit. The staccato beat and the memory that I had no school to prepare for this morning urged me out of bed to investigate the supposed winter wonderland that I'd been told would wait for me this morning. I shoved my bare feet into my new rain boots and snuggled into a jacket to go check out the world around my house.
Though that looks like snow, it's not. Its ice. I was very careful as I crunched though it this morning. Our yard is not a winter happy yard. During the cold months it looks dead and asleep. The ice covering it didn't lend that fluffy white coat, but more of a vinyl clear patch, as if put on by a drunk nail salonist.
The dead grass poked through the ice cover, creating a sort of brown, grey and black color. Despite the muddy color, the sheer novelty of having any sort of truly cold weather down here is worth documenting.
This is the most interesting and memorable part of the ice storm experience: the icicles as the melt on my window unit air conditioner. The steady drip on that metallic surface has lulled me to sleep many a thunderstorm and rain shower. Today as I roll around inside, treasuring my last day of freedom before the flurry of academia marches over my life, I'll time my steps and breathing with that 'taptaptap' of nature's dirty finger nail.
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Dec. 19th, 2010 | 10:06 pm
music: The sound of my wallet getting smaller
Available on NookBook? No
Price selling at School Bookstore: $215.00
Price found online: $63.99
The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald
Available in NookBook? Yes
How much? 10.99
Price selling at School bookstore: $14.00
Price found online: $4.49
Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse
Available in NookBook? No
Price selling at School bookstore: $6.99
Price found online: 3.63
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What I have learned.
Out of the 25 books that I am required to get my hands on for next semester, only 6 of them are available for the Nook. Out of those 6, only 2 are cheaper to purchase on the nook, than to order offline. Only 1 book out of the 25 on my required reading list will be purchased from the Montevallo book store. Which means that yes, its nice to have the eReader and I'm sure that the free drinks and use of the reader at the B&N will be nice, but unfortunately we do not yet live in a world where Ereaders can come CLOSE to replacing touch and feel books.
This is depressing for my back though.
If I were to only buy new books from the school bookstore, I would spend approximately $500.00 this semester. Chances are I'm probably only going to spend about 195.00. Yes, it will mean going to a lot of websites, placing a lot of orders and hoping it all comes in on time. It will mean a little more work, however I consider it paying myself 305 dollars to do it and that makes it worth it to me.
Oct. 4th, 2010 | 11:24 am
So, dracoangelica, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 8% unique (blame, for example, your interest in strong female heroines), 2% peculiar, 35% interesting, 35% normal and 19% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.
Your overall weirdness is: 17
(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 37% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
Oct. 4th, 2010 | 01:16 am
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."
May. 29th, 2010 | 12:50 am
May. 27th, 2010 | 10:39 pm
location: Living Room
music: Whip It
Ok guys. I know this poster pretty well from her LJ posts. She's been having some trouble lately, but you know, she's the type of person who helps others no matter how hard she's getting it herself. So I know that a lot of the people on my friends list don't have any free cash just laying around. And I know you might think this is just a sob story, but seriously guys, I don't post that shit.
Here is the story. Its from my lj friend nieceytee. Even if you can't send money, PLEASE SPREAD THIS STORY. The woman has until June 4, 2010.
I debated long and hard about making this post. I even emailed karnythia and asked her if I was crazy to do this. Her advice was to make a public post and ask people to come up with ways to help and to ask my Livejournal friends to pass this post along. So I'm taking her advice.
Another tenant who rents an apartment downstairs where I live also went to court yesterday lost big time. The judge sided with the landlord and so she has to come up with $1200 in nine days or be evicted. If she is evicted she will have to surrender custody of her five year old child to her ex husband who is vindictive enough to make visitation next to impossible for her.
My friend works a full time forty hour a week job. She makes less than eight dollars an hour. Her ex husband pays the minimum allowed amount of child support, all of which goes to her child's daycare. She often goes without food in order to make sure that her child eats, sometimes for days at a time. She has been unable to find another job here, in Richmond, the Tidewater or NOVA area. She cannot leave the state with her daughter because of the previously mentioned custody issues with her daughter's father and his family.
She is now downstairs trying to figure out how to say goodbye to her child in nine days when she is evicted from her apartment. Because of her income she has no savings and her divorce decimated her credit. Her parents are unable and unwilling to help her. Things will be easier for her financially in August when her child goes to kindergarten. But she has to get there first.
This is all a very long winded way of saying that I want to try to help her. I want her to not be homeless or lose custody of her daughter because our landlord is an asshole. I have a Paypal account (email@example.com) and have the ability to get any funds raised to the courthouse to pay the judgment so that that she will be able to stay in her apartment and keep her child. I'll make another Paypal account if it means that people will trust me to get these funds to the court and pay her judgment so she won't be homeless. I am willing to take pictures of going to the courthouse and paying the judgment. I just don't want her to be homeless and lose her child. They need each other.
Any "extra" funds raised (I'm trying to be optimistic here) over the $1200 amount will either be returned to the sender or be put on a Walmart gift card and given to her to buy food as per the sender's wishes. I will not benefit from this in any way. I will also personally write a thank you card and send it to each and every person. That is my personal promise.
Why am I even attempting to do this when I could just sit back and do nothing?
This woman is a honest, trustworthy and decent person who by virtue of marrying the wrong person is dealing with never ending consequences. I am an extraordinarily cynical person when it comes to people helping others in need. I didn't even ask for money when I was almost homeless. But I can't stand back and watch this happen without at least trying to help. This is the only thing I know how to do to help.
She has until June 4th to make that payment and stay in her apartment and keep her child. She has no idea that I am doing this. I know that it is a short time to raise a large amount of money. I still want to at least try. I am willing to answer any questions anyone has.
Could you all please forward this post far and wide? I will keep you updated as to what happens I promise.