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Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I have a point, I swear.

 
So the other day I was overwhelmed by jealousy when I read this post, In Which I Get Signed, by Badass Geek. To sum it up, he randomly scored a signed copy of Stephen King's new book, "Full Dark, No Stars" (which I'm reading right now), when he had some time to kill and wandered into a book store. I've been a Constant Reader since, well, middle school, so it's safe to assume that I'm a HUGE fan. So yeah, I was extremely jealous. 

Also, the other day, the G-Man dragged me to the mall, kicking and screaming. I really hate the mall. Alright, so maybe I wasn't kicking and screaming, but I'm sure I put up a bit of a fight, as I do every time he forces me to leave the house. Well, maybe not forces, but it comes pretty close to it, like that one time we were going to go skiing and it was so early, and I really didn't want to, and he literally dragged me out of bed and across the floor.

But anyways, we went to the mall, and after we exchanged the chipped and scratched dinnerware that we finally got around to ordering, we headed out to find some new sneaks for the G-Man, when his phone rang. It was one of his friends calling from Iraq. The G-Man's friend is a government contractor who volunteered to work in Iraq for a year in exchange for wads of money. But now he's having tons of personal issues with his wife and what not, who is still in the US, so the G-Man had to take the call. So, the G-Man found a bench to sit on while I went into the Gap to pick up some tops. 

When I emerged from the Gap, the G-Man was nowhere to be found as he had wandered off while on the phone, so... while he was conversing for the next hour, I meandered around the mall, trying to kill time, and trying not to get to pissed off since the whole reason we were at the mall was to look for new sneakers for the G-Man, who, as you may recall, abandoned me. Eventually we met up again, just in time for me to approve the color of the G-Man's sneakers. You see, he's colorblind, so he isn't always entirely sure of his color choices. Which is why I okayed the bluish-purple sneakers he ended up getting. You know, out of spite, for making me suffer the horrors of the mall on my own. Of course, he doesn't know that they have a tinge of purple to them, that's our little secret. Then again, sometimes he reads this blog, so I guess he probably does know that there is a tinge of purple in them, and now I'm probably in the dog house, but it serves him right. 


But the joke's really on him now (ha, ha!), because there is no purple in the sneakers, but now he's all self-conscious about them and wondering whether or not there is purple in them or not. Which means I'll now have to reassure him every day that they're blue and not purple. Shit. Guess the joke's on me then, huh? Back me up here guys, 'kay? No purple, right?

Right. That's our story and we're sticking to it. Speaking of stories, back to the real story...

So, I'm wandering around the mall, trying to kill time, when I decided to wander into a Borders, because, well, I can always use new reading material. While in there I picked up the new King book (see above), a couple of Neil Gaiman books, and a Christopher Moore book I haven't read yet, "Bite Me" (It's a love story).


Of course, little did I know, Borders was having this scam going on, Buy Four, Get the Fifth Free, and since I was already buying four books, they conned me into getting a fifth. Geesh. But anyways, while I was skimming the books in line, this happened to catch my eye:


Yeah, that's right, folks. I found my own signed copy of a book (and I checked, it's real, you can even see where the Sharpie bled through the backside of the page). 

And it all comes full circle.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

"It is what you read when you don't have to...

     
...that determines what you will be when you can't help it."  ~Oscar Wilde (Source)


Forgive me as I slip into geekdom for a moment...

Remember libraries? You know, those places with shelves with things on them called books? Yeah, those things, with covers and pages. You probably went to libraries once a week in elementary school for story time. You listened to the librarian read Mrs. Piggle Wiggle or Amelia Bedelia while the boys played with your hair.* And at the end you would check out joke books and ghost stories. Or maybe you were fortunate enough to have a mom who would take you to the town library before you were old enough for elementary school. 

Remember how great they smelled? Like old books. 

Remember how intimidating the librarian was, seated behind her big wooden desk, wielding the all-mighty and powerful stamp? 

Remember how exciting it felt to have a library book to read, and the thrill of the challenge of trying to finish it before it was due?

Ah... libraries. I came across this picture today from Factory 20 via the blog Modish Vintage, which I came across by way of  We ♥ Indie. (Yes, I took another journey around the internet. Yes, I was procrastinating again. So?) Which is what inspired this post.

 How cool is that stamp rack (not to be confused with tramp stamp)?

I have to be honest with you, I fear for the future of our libraries. I imagine something along the lines of what can be seen in The Time Machine where libraries no longer exist and we have to get our information from Orlando Jones. With the introduction of technology like Kindle and the iPad, I wonder if we are nearing a day when books will become obsolete. 

Just last year (or maybe it was two years ago now... three? Time is so tricky lately), the library at the elementary school I was working at was going through a process of bar coding all their books and integrating a scanning system. As a result, the card catalogs were no longer useful and were being disposed of. The librarian asked me if I had any use for them. I wish I had taken a moment to really think about it before I said no, but I didn't, so I said no. I regret it now. Just imagine all the things you could do with an old wooden card catalog....

The possibilities are endless and I cringe to think that I passed up the chance to own some history. Shame on me. Here are some pics of card catalogs and other library artifacts I fell in love with:










* Everyone experienced this, right? RIGHT?! Nowadays I imagine this would be grounds for a sexual harassment suit. I can just see poor little Lucas now as he's being hauled off by the cops, muttering in awe, "but it's so soft... so soft...".

UPDATE: If you are a resident of New York State and would like to "take action" against the elimination of funding to public libraries, follow this link, New York Library Association.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Why I ♥ Christopher Moore

If you're not familiar with the author, Christopher Moore, I highly recommend you take a moment to check out his website (I feel like a total ass right now. I'm directing you towards his site, and it's not working. At least it isn't for me. I'm hoping by the time you check it out, it will be up and running fine. I apologize. In the meantime, Wiki his ass*). If that's not enough to convince you to start reading his shit, maybe I can help the cause.

First, let me say that I've read quite a few of his books. I would never recommend anything I myself haven't already read, so here's a list of what I've read, in order of most fav to least fav:

  • A Dirty Job
  • Fool
  • Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
  • The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror
  • The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove
I'm currently reading Lamb. If you're like me, not religiously inclined, and you're hesitant to be seen with anything resembling the bible, even in parody, rest assured, you will not regret reading Lamb. Here's an excerpt (really, this shit cracks me up!):
Joshua's [aka Jesus] ministry was three years of preaching, sometimes three times a day, and although there were some high and low points, I could never remember the sermons word for word, but here's the gist of almost every sermon I heard Joshua give.
You should be nice to people, even creeps.
And if you:

a) believed that Joshua was the Son of God (and)
b) he had come to save you from sin (and)
c) acknowledged the Holy Spirit within you (became as a little child, he would say) (and)
d) didn't blaspheme the Holy Ghost (see c).
then you would:
e) live forever
f) someplace nice
g) probably heaven.
However, if you:
h) sinned (and/or)
i) were a hypocrite (and/or)
j) valued things over people (and)
k) didn't do a, b, c, and d,
then you were:
l) fucked
Which is the message that Joshua's father had given him so many years ago, and which seemed, at the time, succinct to the point of rudeness, but made more sense after you listened to a few hundred sermons. (Moore, 2007, p. 334)**
Funny, right? Huh. Not convinced yet? Alright, here's another...
"You like Joshua, don't you? Yes you do. Yes you do. He wuvs his widdle Joshua. Yes he does." Baby talk is the universal language. The words are different, but the meaning and sound is the same.
The creature nuzzled Joshua up under its chin, then licked his head again, this time leaving a steaming trail of green-tee-stained saliva behind on my friend's scalp. "Yuck," said Joshua. "What is this thing?"
"It's a yeti," said Gaspar from behind me, obviously having been roused from his trance. "An abominable snowman."
"This is what happens when you fuck a sheep?" I exclaimed.
"Not an abomination," Joshua said, "abominable." (Moore, 2007, p.221)**
Ah. Good stuff. If you're still not convinced that you should be reading Christopher Moore's work, I give up. Alright, well maybe not. Here's one last attempt, and an excerpt from my favorite CM book, Dirty Job:
"They towed my car," said Minty Fresh. "There's coffee."
"Thanks." Charlie skipped across the dining room to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down with Minty. "How's your head?"
The big man touched the purple bruise on his forehead. "Better. How're you doing?"
"I accidently shagged a monk last night."
"Sometimes, in times of crisis, that shit cannot be avoided." (Moore, 2006, p. 346)
He's named Minty Fresh for God's sake!! How can you not love that? And because things have taken a decidedly frightening turn towards the religious, let's end on something we can all relate to; child abuse:
"Don't be ridiculous, Charlie, people love the parents who beat their kids in department stores. It's the ones who just let their kids wreak havoc that everybody hates." (Source) (I didn't feel like searching through my copy to get a good one. Sorry)
There you have it. Check it out. Let me know what you think!


Christopher Moore. Not to be confused with this other Moore-on (get it? Ha! I crack me up)


* I really hope you weren't expecting to see Christopher Moore's ass with this link, you pervert.
** These citations are approved by my APA Manual, 5th Edition. For my reference page, click here.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Stephen King ruined my life.

Okay, not really, but he has made it more difficult to maintain a normal, functioning life. I love Stephen King (the author. I don't know him personally and couldn't say one way or the other if I love Stephen King, the person; I get the impression he might be a difficult man to love though, but I digress). I first discovered Stephen King in 7th grade English class... It was a "reading" day (opposed to a "writing" day), and I didn't have a thing to read. And then I discovered Mr. King and have been reading (obsessing over) his work ever since. Seriously, his writing is like crack, and I'd come by it any way possible. I used to "borrow" my older sisters copies, request the new releases for Christmas (because the timing was always right, and the best crack is crack you don't have to pay for. But dammit! Under the Dome was not under my tree this year!), and once, I discovered a very old copy of The Eyes of the Dragon in someone's garage and proceeded to relieve them of it (I really loved that book, and the first time I read it, I borrowed it from our school library, and they tend to charge you money when you don't return their books, so...). Well, to make a long story short (too late.*), I read a lot of King's books and have been for some time now. Moving on...

So, back to the point of this post, Stephen King's books mess up my life. I go through phases (benders?) where I become obsessed and so sucked into his tales that I can't. stop. reading. Right now I'm re-reading the entire Dark Tower series and I find myself counting down the hours until I can crawl into bed and rejoin Roland and his compadres. King's writings change my routines, affect my habits, invade my dreams (click here for proof), mess with my moods and emotions and turn me into an anti-social shadow of a person (was that too severe?). (Sigh) But oh how I love me some Bag of Bones (my personal favorite), Green Mile and Dark Tower. Not all work is created equal though. I can not abide most of his work pre-1984 (which was when The Talisman was published. Good book), but oh, what a sad, sad, day it will be when Stephen King really retires and stops writing for good (not this pseudo-retirement he's currently living).

I wonder if all of King's Constant Readers feel the same?

 
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* For those of you unaware, this is a Clue reference. One of the greatest movies ever. I think I might have to watch it now.
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