Update
B. said that the bathtub is starting to resemble "Gollum's lair." True enough. It takes forever to drain so the dirt just settles instead of going down with the water. The plumber is coming Friday, thank God.
I just read The Year of Magical Thinking, and at first I thought it was brilliant and moving and then it kind of started to slog and then I decided it's overrated. Is that wrong? Maybe I hardened my heart because reading about death and grief is just a little too much to handle in that large a dose.
Yesterday I walked into a wall and now I have a large goose egg and scrape on my forehead. It's very becoming.
School remains sort of soul-crushing. I try really hard, but after a C on the midterm and two consecutive Bs on assignments, I am feeling a little discouraged. Perhaps I must surrender the fantasy of getting straight As. I did the last time around in grad school, so I guess I thought I'd do the same this time. But probably not. UGH. I am right on the A/B borderline in one class, and with the coming assignments, things are not looking good.
"Finally...I LOVE FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS! I'm not sure I can say it enough. And boy...Riggins. Riggins! The tortured soul! The bedroom eyes! Jesus! Let's end the strike for Riggins!" -- Jenna Fischer. I will miss my favorite shows if they all go black because of the strike (The Office, Ugly Betty, Brothers and Sisters, Pushing Daisies), but I will miss Friday Night Lights most of all. But still - how can I not support the strikers in my heart? If there's anything I've learned this semester in school, it's that intellectual property is no joke and you can't just use people's creations without giving them credit/compensation. Go read this editorial by one of the creators of Lost.
What else? So much for my healthy eating plan. This weekend I ate chicken pizza, shrimp pasta, chocolate chip and sugar cookies, and a giant roasted egg plant/roasted red pepper/goat cheese/walnut sandwich. Fantastic!
I would just like to say that any program that allows me to talk into my computer and hear my sister talking back from a coffee shop in Bolivia is a fine program by me. Thank you, Skype!
My mom and I had a nice afternoon on Saturday. We decided to escape from our chores and obligations and go to see Dan in Real Life. It was silly and cute and we ate popcorn and it was fun to hang out together. We listened to showtunes on the way there and she made the declaration that Rodgers and Hammerstein never wrote a bad showtune. Then I tried to sing along with "People Will Say We're in Love" and got the lyrics wrong and she corrected me. "It's 'here is the GIST, a practical list of 'don'ts' for you!" It was amusing. She reminded me that Oklahoma and The King and I were the only albums she had as a child. When we got home, I showed her clips of Hugh Jackman as Curly. (I think I might start watching this every single morning before facing the day.) Then of him hosting the Tony Awards. Then of him singing "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" on Inside the Actors Studio. (Note: terrible video, good audio, which is all that counts here.) Now her life is richer because she has seen Hugh Jackman in his three shining moments of glory and in fact now knows who Hugh Jackman even is, which she did not before. (Note: I completely agree with everything Miss Alli said about Hugh Jackman. He was SO charming on the Tonys and Inside the Actors Studio, but none of his movies have aptly captured his awesomeness. This must change.)
I just read The Year of Magical Thinking, and at first I thought it was brilliant and moving and then it kind of started to slog and then I decided it's overrated. Is that wrong? Maybe I hardened my heart because reading about death and grief is just a little too much to handle in that large a dose.
Yesterday I walked into a wall and now I have a large goose egg and scrape on my forehead. It's very becoming.
School remains sort of soul-crushing. I try really hard, but after a C on the midterm and two consecutive Bs on assignments, I am feeling a little discouraged. Perhaps I must surrender the fantasy of getting straight As. I did the last time around in grad school, so I guess I thought I'd do the same this time. But probably not. UGH. I am right on the A/B borderline in one class, and with the coming assignments, things are not looking good.
"Finally...I LOVE FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS! I'm not sure I can say it enough. And boy...Riggins. Riggins! The tortured soul! The bedroom eyes! Jesus! Let's end the strike for Riggins!" -- Jenna Fischer. I will miss my favorite shows if they all go black because of the strike (The Office, Ugly Betty, Brothers and Sisters, Pushing Daisies), but I will miss Friday Night Lights most of all. But still - how can I not support the strikers in my heart? If there's anything I've learned this semester in school, it's that intellectual property is no joke and you can't just use people's creations without giving them credit/compensation. Go read this editorial by one of the creators of Lost.
What else? So much for my healthy eating plan. This weekend I ate chicken pizza, shrimp pasta, chocolate chip and sugar cookies, and a giant roasted egg plant/roasted red pepper/goat cheese/walnut sandwich. Fantastic!
I would just like to say that any program that allows me to talk into my computer and hear my sister talking back from a coffee shop in Bolivia is a fine program by me. Thank you, Skype!
My mom and I had a nice afternoon on Saturday. We decided to escape from our chores and obligations and go to see Dan in Real Life. It was silly and cute and we ate popcorn and it was fun to hang out together. We listened to showtunes on the way there and she made the declaration that Rodgers and Hammerstein never wrote a bad showtune. Then I tried to sing along with "People Will Say We're in Love" and got the lyrics wrong and she corrected me. "It's 'here is the GIST, a practical list of 'don'ts' for you!" It was amusing. She reminded me that Oklahoma and The King and I were the only albums she had as a child. When we got home, I showed her clips of Hugh Jackman as Curly. (I think I might start watching this every single morning before facing the day.) Then of him hosting the Tony Awards. Then of him singing "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" on Inside the Actors Studio. (Note: terrible video, good audio, which is all that counts here.) Now her life is richer because she has seen Hugh Jackman in his three shining moments of glory and in fact now knows who Hugh Jackman even is, which she did not before. (Note: I completely agree with everything Miss Alli said about Hugh Jackman. He was SO charming on the Tonys and Inside the Actors Studio, but none of his movies have aptly captured his awesomeness. This must change.)
posted by eliza @ 7:17 PM
5 Comments:
Re: Magical Thinking. Yes! I wholeheartedly agree. I completely lost it reading the first chapter, I could not hold it together on the subway, and then...nothing. I found the rest of it petered out so that I was (hate to say it) pretty bored during the last two thirds.
That said, perfect first chapter!
Eliza, I've been reading your journal for years now, and just wanted to say, once again, how much I appreciate your descriptive way of writing. As always, thanks for sharing with the rest of us, and I wish you the best of luck. You're a doll. =)
Magical Thinking was the same for me. I was moved, at first, by all that she'd been through. But then, I already knew her daughter had also died. But she didn't know that when she wrote the book, so it seemed overly....something. Repetitive?
Crap! I didn't know her daughter died TOO. That is horrible.
I'm with you on The Year of Magical Thinking; I so looked forward to it, and really wasn't impressed. I just figured I wasn't deep enough to truly appreciate it. :)
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