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BEDA Installment Six: Who would have thought that the library has everything necessary for a Gene Wilder party?

April 7, 2009

Today was Wednesday Club on Monday, and it was absolutely epic. Rachel, Eleanor, and I ended up being the dynamic trio there, or so the story goes. Rachel and I checked our four Gene Wilder movies (!!!) for the Gene Wilder party we have always planned on having, which will hopefully and most likely be held during Spring Break at Eleanor’s house (if all goes according to plan, it will be in a shed in her backyard– it will be just like camping!). These included Young Frankenstein, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Blazing Saddles, and The Producers. We also found out that Gene has written two novellas, or at least two that we know of, titled My French Whore and The Woman Who Wouldn’t. We’re taking turns reading each of them, with me beginning with the latter title. And guess what? It was so fantastically good that I read it tonight, even in the midst of all of the activities that I will very soon describe.

Firstly, there was Wednesday Club on Monday, as I already stated. (oh yeah, and the library also has every episode of Twilight Zone!!!! that will be perfect for our Twilight Zone party) Next, we (meaning nearly my whole family, except my mother, Zinnia, and Lydia, who stayed home) went on various errands, also including Hour Eyes (why pay more?), where I finally finally finally got my glasses fixed (and it was all free of charge– isn’t that crazy awesome?!?). The nose resters (or whatever they’re called) were missing, and also one of the screws was placed incorrectly, and now it’s all fixed and I feel like my glasses are brand-new once more.

We also went to the pet store to take a look at the fish. I don’t have my tank set up as of yet, but I’ll be setting it up most likely tomorrow and then getting real live, actual fish this weekend, perhaps. Speaking of weekends, tomorrow is the last day of school before Spring Break! Hooray, oh joy of joys! I plan to spend much of the break reading, as I checked out six or seven delightful books of note.

I’m in an even more deliriously happy mood than usual right now, as I just finished my math homework and, surprise, surprise, I understood it! That hardly ever happens– perhaps I’ll manage a B this term. Then again, I would still be thrilled to scrape up a C like last term.

Oh yeah, so, the Gene Wilder novella I read– It’s about this guy named Jeremy (who is a violinist who suffered a nervous breakdown) who falls in love with a seemingly unattainable dying girl named Clara. It sounds a tad cheesy, I’ll admit, but it really isn’t like that at all. The style of writing is so breezy and cheery, even in the sad points, and, above all, it had a happy ending. There’s nothing I love more than a happy ending.

Speaking of happy endings (aren’t I always speaking of something?), I must be off. It’s nearing ten o’ clock, the time I try to be in bed by, and it will be hard enough getting to sleep when I’m this excited.

Farewell, my lovelies.

Question Six: What do you think of book endings, in general?

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BEDA Installment Two: How hard could it possibly be to find an interesting photograher?

April 2, 2009

For Photography class, we’re doing an in-class/out-of-class research project on a famous photographer of our choice.  I figured it wouldn’t be hard to find one I want to learn about; after all, there are trillions and billions of photographers out there, so there’s bound to be at least a hundred that I’m fond of, right?  Wrong.  I spent ages in class today, searching the web for a photographer whose work I admire/some of whose work is school-appropriate.  After many clicks, I found Elliot Erwitt, whose pictures made me want to smile.  That’s as good a reason as any, is it not?  He takes pictures of stuff like little boys riding on the backs of bikes

…young couples kissing in mirrors

…and people leaping in the rain.

He also has a fondness for dogs.  How could I not love him?

Well, after rushing downstairs back to the Photography classroom, my teacher informed me that somebody else was already doing a project on Erwitt.  What a bummer.  So, I rushed all the way back upstairs to the library and spent many minutes more searching for another photographer that so diligently captured my attention.  Am I the only one who decides that a now unattainable thing would have been absolutely perfect in every way?

Eventually, after oodles of clicks more, I found a second photographer, one that I am SERIOUSLY and DESPARATELY in love with, much more than with Elliot.  His name?  Gregory Crewdson.  His forté?  Surrealism photography, and how amazing surrealist pictures of American culture can be.  Ahem, for example:

Honestly and truly, this guy is AMAZING.  I get this mad burst of feelings when I look at his photos, all at once relieving, eerie, hopeless, and exciting.  It’s almost like they’re scenes from a bizarre old  movie, Eraserhead, perhaps, or Clockwork Orange.  It’s crazy talk.

After reading a couple of notches of Death Be Not Proud, I realized why it seemed to familiar and modern classic-like.  I checked it out last year, or perhaps the year before, but merely skimmed through it, not interested in it at the time.  Today, I finished reading Wolf at the Table, which was the best of the best, and maybe a third of Death Be Not Proud (not “Death Not Be Proud,” as I called it yesterday), which is thus far lovely but heartbreaking.  My mother said that she was told to read it in tenth grade for school (there are even Spark Notes on it– I checked), she thinks, but she never did.  I wonder why.

As for possibly more cheersome news, tomorrow is Friday, and what a joyous weekend it shall be!  I have no plans to do anything, but surely something will come up to tickle my fancy.  No, I am not joshing you.  I did indeed just say “tickle my fancy.” 

I was just reminded of how many books are on The List, the one I always meant to write down but never did, that I hope to read in the course of my lifetime.  Included on The List are many books that have movies based on them, movies I want to see but feel obligated to read the book before doing so.

One movie I did see before reading the book is The Golden Compass, and I have since felt awful about that.  It’s very nearly impossible to only see book-based movies after reading the book, these days, as a large percentage of new and newish movies are based on books.  It seems that the movie-making world is running out of creativity these days. 

I am very close to having written six hundred words, and so I leave you now, but not without a quote, as well as the obligatory question.

Quote:

“China is a big country, inhabited by many Chinese.”
 
-Former French President Charles De Gaulle

Question Two: What are a few books you plan on reading in the future?

BEDA Installment One: How about some bound stacks of paper covered in words?

April 2, 2009

My goodness, I am so excited right now that I could dance, and I would dance, too, were it not for the sleeping younger brothers not twenty feet away and the possibility of my dancing prompting a fresh bout of singing as well.

Today was April Fool’s Day, meaning it began with an exploration of various popular websites in a search for April Fool’s Day-themed shenanigans.  This included Google, Gmail, YouTube, and… that’s pretty much it.

Nothing else of April Fool’s Day matters is of much significance, other than my obviously-not-legit Gameboy game, newly christened The Crucible with Gene Wilder.  If there were such a game, I would buy it straightaway, regardless of what game platform it employed.

Today I got, lemmesee, a grand total of two rows done altogether on my cardigan.  Not so swell, eh?

Now, now, now, how about the real stuff I planned to speak of?  Books!

Unfortunately, until recently I had somewhat stopped reading quite so often as I had wished.  The last two books I’ve read are Kiss Me Like a Stranger, the auto-biography of Gene Wilder, and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, a memoir/auto-biography of David Sedaris.  Both were excellent, as boy do I love reading about other, more interesting, people’s lives!

Likewise, today I began (and got rather far in) yet another memoir, one of the brilliant Augusten Burroughs’ masterpieces titled A Wolf at the Table.  I noticed that Daniel was going to check it out at the library today and thought it looked both interesting and vaguely familiar.  After a quick surrounding shelf inspection of Burroughs’ other work, I realized the reason for the familiarity: last year I read another of his memoirs, Magical Thinking, and loved it just as much as I am loving A Wolf at the Table

When I went to check it out, it turned out somebody had put it on hold.  However, since I picked it up off the shelf the librarian let me bring it home anyway.  Their loss, my gain, she said.

In other, non-Augusten news, I also checked out Death Not be Proud, which I am pretty sure is a classic of some sort, or at least a meaningful-enough book that I’ve heard it referenced to multiple times in my life.  I’ve been meaning to read more classics, or contemporary non-fiction/fiction and whatnot, so I’m greatly looking forward to reading that as well.

Once I finish and return these two books, I plan to check out more memoirs and biographies, by Burroughs and others.  It’s so interesting for me to read about people I don’t know yet somehow feel connected to, especially when the narrator has such a winning voice.

Well, well, well, if I’m not already getting into a blogging about books groove.  Better think of something else to chatter about.

How about guinea pigs, since I was just reading a horribly sad story about a poor little guinea pig named Ernie in Augusten’s memoir (I feel dopey calling him by his first name but I kinda feel like I seriously know him and if I were him I’d rather be called Augusten than Burroughs– also, I love the name Augusten)? 

I love guinea pigs so very much.  That’s too bad for me, I guess, because I’m allergic to them.  It’s a pretty weird thing to be allergic to, but alas, that’s what showed up when I took an allergy test as a younger child than I currently am.  Also, I am allergic to a mysterious type of tree unknown to anyone.  No, seriously, that’s what the allergy people told me.  Am I silly to believe them?

Enough ridiculousness– back to the pure amazingness of guinea pigs.  I love them.  I had a little cream-colored guinea pig when I was seven or eight or nine or so, naturally with the name of Butterscotch.  When Butterscotch died from old age, or so I was told, we went through a series of other guinea pigs, large and small, long-haired and short-haired, each of them dying soon after because a pet store guy told us the wrong type of bedding to buy, bedding that is poisonous to guinea pigs if digested, which each of ours apparently did. 

Despite inadvertently murdering so many of them, I still have a mighty fondness in my heart for guinea pigs.

So, of course, I was horribly disappointed once I found out I was allergic to them.  I don’t care if I’m allergic, though, I still want one.

Enough is enough, and this day is nearly done, all eaten up, as is my time blogging.  This is a decent-sized post, I’d say. 

I’ve just decided that I’m going to make a question for each day of BEDA for the lot of you to answer in the comments.

Question One: Have you ever had a pet that you accidentally killed?

Tired

December 3, 2008

I’ve been exceedingly tired lately, especially during fourth block, AP Euro, enough that I’ve fallen asleep nearly every single day for about 15 minutes, so I’m going to sleep about 45 minutes earlier than usual tonight.

That is all, my friendly fiends.  I love you all.

P.S. Does anybody have any book recommendations? I haven’t read much of anything lately.

Nice day, eh?

December 2, 2008

The excitement of NaNoWriMo has started to wear off and the Post Nano Depression (or PND, as I have heard Nanoers refer to it) was begun to set in.  I suggested a name to my mother and father for the baby if she is a girl and, surprisingly, they both like it.  I am not going to say any of the names they are considering nor the one I suggested until after the baby is born, seeing as my parents have recommended me not to do so.

I have a Christmas list going, finally, after my father ended up setting a deadline.  The holidays are exciting, yes, but they just feel so far away.  We’re going to be having a smaller Christmas this year because of the financial crisis sweeping America, but that’s fine with me.  Mostly books are on my list this year.

Other than those few things, I have nothing more to say.  I had a good day, thanks, a fantastic day, in fact, though I wish I had some galoshes because it rained like crazy today and my shoes ended up all slippy sloshy.

Love,

Hope.

“Hope missed the PSAT. She forgot about the full day and went out to the bus way too late, and neither of the cars are here so there is nobody to drive her to school.”

October 15, 2008

So that was the whole beginning of my day.  I missed the PSAT.  That ended up working out alright, because I was able to knit the main part of the hat.  I mentioned the hat, right?  Good.

At Wednesday Club (my mother drove me there once Jake brought the car home after his class) I finished it mostly.

PAPER TOWNS COMES OUT TOMORROW!  I am tremendously, tremendously excited.  I am not going to any of the release parties, just my own happy little party once it comes from UPS, but it will be a grand one-person party.

Oh, I checked out six seemingly-awesome books from the library.  They are all non-fiction, but that is okay with me.  I will have enough fiction on my hands with Paper Towns, reading and re-reading and re-reading it…

So, I, uh, have nothing else to say…

Except, I just noticed the poll feature.  Is that new or am I just terribly oblivious?  Either way, I am now posting a poll.

With that I leave you.  (Exciting, eh?)

Farewell.

Hello. It has not been long since our last meeting. How do you do?

September 19, 2008

I do not really have anything to say except that today was a good day (how many times have I said that before? I am thinking it is nearing on a dozen).

It was Thursday Club today, the temporary Wednesday Club on Thursday. Danya left early and Brittany, Daniel, and I were there for the remainder. We played improv games which were soooo fun and absolutely hilarious. There was one between Brittany and I involving talking cigarette butts that were in the gutter (“I know how we can get out of here! Take the rocket fuel out of us!” “Yes, and we can make jet packs!”) and another in a taxicab with Daniel, Brittany, and I, where Daniel was a robot who could only laugh and Brittany was floating in the car. It was great.

I will probably have more to say tomorrow (though I will probably not post about it until the following day- there is Eleanor’s sleepover birthday party, so of course I will not be home to post, but I will have lots of great stories to tell).

I would really like to make a nice sturdy book right about now

(via monster-munch.com via http://www.davethedesigner.net/booktut/index.html)

but I have neither the skills, time, nor materials to do so. Plus, I am tired, really tired, but I have a habit of procrastinating going to bed. It really is dreadful.

(Yet I am still not going to bed…)

Okay, that is it, I really am going to do a few more things and go to bed. Good night.

It seems that my viewer statistics are steadily growing.

September 14, 2008

3, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10.

Those are the current stats from the last six days. As much as it does not matter how many people are watching, I must admit that it did cheer me up greatly to see this. For a while, the numbers were relentlessly zig-zagging, and they have currently stopped doing so. Maybe the increase in views is due to the fact that I have been blogging more recently, or maybe now that school has started my life has become more interesting and readable. Either way, I am glad for it.

This weekend I mostly did a lot of reading and watching movies. Actually, I basically just read. I did the required reading of To Kill a Mockingbird for English, read some mildly interesting book that did not make a whole lot of sense, and re-read The Gospel According to Larry, Vote for Larry, and 13 Little Blue Envelopes. I re-watched Stardust (compliments of Netflix) and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, which we recently added to our movie collection but I had yet to re-watch. I guess that a lot of things were repeated this weekend.

One thing, however, that was NOT repeated, was my making dinner rolls. Actually, I have not made them yet- they are currently in the bread machine and will be for about twenty-six more minutes, I believe. *runs to kitchen* Scratch that, only twenty-one more minutes. Then the oven and baking part, I guess. I am terribly excited. I really like all types of bread, especially homemade bread. It is so much better than store-bought, it really is. Every once in a while (but all to seldom) my mother makes a loaf of bread, corn muffins, or some other type of bread-related thing, and they are always so scrumptious. Who knows, maybe this dough business will turn into a hobby for me.

I am invited to a sleepover birthday party next weekend and have an amazing present coming in the mail for the recipient. Once it has been given, I will post a picture/ description. It really is amazing and I am sure she will love it (she being my friend Eleanor).

I am shaking a bit with anticipation for the dinner rolls to come out of the bread machine, so I really must be on my way.

Good luck in whatever it may be.

EDIT SOME TIME LATER: The dinner rolls have baked and somewhat cooled and guess what? They are delicious!

EDIT FOURTEEN SECONDS AFTER: The stats have increased from 10 to 16!

Upset.

August 23, 2008

The silent auction of the library’s summer reading program ended today.  Because we were camping and all, we did not end up getting there until a little while ago, at about 4:15 pm.  Little did we know (seeing as nothing was written on the “library bucks” about this), the bidding ended at 4:00.  My mother (who was the reason we were late- we were supposed to go at around 3:30 but she was talking and such and held us back) bought me a chocolate bar and said she would get the movie for me that I had previously wanted (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) and called it even, but I am still of course tremendously disappointed.  I did so much reading I thought my eyes would fall off, and all that to amount to this…

I ended up getting four movies to watch while I do some knitting (I did none while camping… there were other things to do) which I will do so after this post.  These included:

Wool 100%… I have no idea what this is but Subway Cinema calls it, “one of the strangest Japanese movies of the year.”

Rent… because I have never seen it.

Wordplay… because I have been wanting to see it.

and

Marie Antoinette… because I never finished seeing it when it was on television.

Farewell.

Mayhaps I will see you the day after tomorrow at school, providing you do indeed go to my school.

Conversation between Somebody and a visitor who does not really care as well as things from my real life

June 24, 2008

“And where is that charming cat of yours?”

“You mean Duke?  He killed a man.  Now he is on the run with a fifty-thousand reward to whoever finds him.”

“Oh, how nice!  You always have been so good with your hands.”

A swirling vortex envelops the both of them.  “That’s what she said,” a voice mutters against their better reasoning.

Today I did a lot of reading, much like the day before yesterday or whenever it was.  Here is what I read, and then some other things-

[1]Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and Poetics*, edited by Richard Wilbur; this, being composed of selected poems of Poe, it was of course destined to be an excellent book.  And it was, though I think I would have enjoyed it more had I not been reading for so long and hungry for dinner.  I will have to read it again some time to appreciate all of Poe’s qualities.

[2]I finished Between the Bridge and the River* (I got the title right yesterday) by Craig Ferguson.  It was a good book, granted, but, as the back cover claims, this book is, “…guarenteed to offend- regardless of religion, race, national origin, sexual orientation, or profession.”  This book was ‘hysterically funny’ as mentioned, but really offensive as well.  It did not really offend me, seeing as I am never really offended by anything, but besides others owning this same characteristic I think it would offend everybody else if they read it.

[3]The Way We Talk Now* by Geoffrey Nunberg; this book is composed of essays that are ‘commentaries on language and culture.’  I thoroughly enjoyed this, seeing as I am interested in things people have to say on both of those manners.  His comments on slang’s changing part of speech throughout the decades was my favorite.

Other things I did-

[1]I knit for a bit (rhyme!) on my scarf.  It is four feet now, and as I mentioned yesterday I want it to be six feet in the end.  I am hoping the third time really is a charm, and tonight’s re-do re-do knitting sleepover will actually work for the better.

[2]I was (and still am) watching Invasion of the Body Snatchers.  I am only a few minutes in, but so far it is funny in a creepy sort of way.  For some reason, movies of the past decades always seem creepier to me.  There is just something about the fact that a movie was made before I was born that creeps me out.

[3]I became excited for tomorrow’s Wednesday Club.  It should be riveting.  I have five books to return, providing I do not make my way through any more tonight, which I hope to do on top of the knitting and movie-watching and all.

[4]I played games with Lydia, mainly advanced peekaboo.  The ‘are you still there behind the tree?’ edition is tremendously exciting to Lydia.

[5]I woke up to the sounds of Abie and Benny punching the floor repeatedly, for some unknown reason.  I complained about this but my mother ended up lecturing me for sleeping in the sunroom/playroom and then getting upset when people played in it, so I stopped doing so.  The complaining, I mean.  I already mentioned the knitting sleepover re-do re-do of tonight.

[6]Speaking of sleeping in the sun room, it gives me the strangest dreams.  The one I remember from last night involved mango slushies, of which I have been craving for the longest time.  There was something with people turning into zombies or something, too, so it all balanced out to a neutral dream in the end.

I am leaving now, to do the things I mentioned; [a]read, [b]watch the rest of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and [c]knit.  Farewell.

P.S. Apparently, we have internet again but are now going on Netscape instead of Internet Explorer.  So, hooray, I can for sure post on here now instead of relying on Lurker’s laptop!

*Also apparently, for some reason, the underlining is not working properly… so that is the reason for the lack of underlines in this post on the book titles.