1. Only you can write this.
2. You were born to write this.
3. People need you to write this.
4. The world is waiting for you to finish this.
5. One day, someone will tell you how much they needed to read this.
6. You can write anything you set your mind to.
7. This has a glimmer of…
Read, read again. Read again. Read again and again and again.
I love this.
My mom bought my dad a tabletop catapult kit for Christmas. Initially, I had planned to be nice and get him the Haynes Manual for the Death Star and the Millennium Falcon. As soon as I saw what she got him, I figured there was no harm in getting him something that would let him make all kinds of new little ballistic toys.
Dad put his catapult together on Christmas morning. The construction required wood glue and it was all pegged together, which made it a sturdy little toy. While he was waiting for it to dry, he started reading his brand new Christmas book.
Mom and I were in the kitchen putting together some relish trays when we hear my dad say excitedly, “Ooo. Matchstick rockets!”
Mom immediately counters with, “Matchstick rockets? Those sound like they’re on fire.”
Dad’s answer to this? “Yeah, guess I’d probably better do those outside.”
First of all, I love the “probably” he used to qualify that statement. Like doing them inside was ever an option. Secondly, this is a prime illustration of why, as much as I love my dad, he’s really not adult supervision.
Television is evolving, not just because of how content is delivered, but how it’s generated. Reality tv might have been the first stepping stone towards a slightly more egalitarian model for which shows are made, but these days, the internet is taking over and it’s not just through pulling videos from youtube.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s HitRECord site made a TV show this year. Some of the results were a little uneven, but overall, it’s a successful, slightly manic experiment that proves TV can be fun again.
I went to see “Pompeii” with a couple of friends the other night. it wasn’t horrible. I can at least say that. It was a perfectly serviceable “let’s have some popcorn” flick.
But, oh, there was some terrible, terrible science in it. And that, honestly, really kind of hurt my heart.
Now, I’m a fan of the movie “Anaconda”, so I’m not a slave to the sciences by any means. In the same respect, as a moviegoer, I was utterly entranced by the way Russel Crowe cried in “Gladiator” so, take that how you will. Movie science is its own very special beast, and, as a fan of less than B-grade sci-fi and horror movies who dearly loves the game “Porn Title or Sci-fi Title” , my tolerance for terrible movie science can be exceptionally high.
When Vesuvius erupted and destroyed Pompeii, it happened over 2 days. The volcano exploded violently, sending up a column of ash and pumice several kilometers into the air. People did manage to escape during that phase of the eruption. When the pyroclastic flows started, though, it was completely over. Anyone who was still in Pompeii was either burned or suffocated. Most of the people in Pompeii died because roofs collapsed. Several hundred were killed because of thermal shock.
"Pompeii", of course, speeds things up significantly to ramp up both the tension and the drama. It’s much more exhilarating to have a couple desperately in love fleeing fireballs raining from the sky than to show them hiding in a house hoping the worst will pass, or suffocating from exposure to poisonous gasses escaping from vents or inhaling microscopic shards of pumice and obsidian. (For the record, death by volcano does seem to be a particularly excruciating if remarkably quick way to die). That would ruin the pretty and sully the love story. As close as most of those giant pieces of debris they were dodging in the streets were, they should have been shredded into tiny pieces by lithic shrapnel alone.
Yeah. I may not be much of a romantic. Although, I do have to say, I like the way that “Pompeii” ended. They could have gone the more cliched and uplifting way, but they didn’t, and I have to appreciate that, despite what they did to the geology.
Also in today’s book buzz: Neil Young is writing a second memoir and Ben Bernanke is writing his first.
People keep sending me links to this story and, holy cow, do I want to do this. I’ve said it before on this very blog that I would love to be a traveling writer in residence.
My first Amtrak experience was riding out to go to Sundance. I had tons of ideas on the way there and back. It just seems like it would be a fantastic adventure and like it would be fun.
"The Arsenio Hall Show" was the late-night talk show that I watched growing up. I had pretty fond memories, so, when it returned to the late-night lineup, I was overjoyed. That joy has turned out to be short-lived. As of February 13, 2014, I’m pretty sure that I don’t need to watch his show anymore.
Sometimes I wonder how many times it’s possible for a person to break without shattering. Right now, it feels like I’m trying to gain that knowledge a posteriori.
The call came at 8:30 am on my work phone. My friend Linda is gone.
We got to know each other because Linda was the cleaning lady for my dorm floor. My mom had made me a very cool dragon chalkboard for my door, and Linda asked me where I got it.
We started talking about books and crafting and I saw her almost every day when she was working. She told me that one of the things that always bothered her was not knowing how “her girls” were after they graduated. So, I kept in touch with her. When I moved back here, we got together at least once a month. We sewed, we scrapbooked, we watched movies, and we did paper crafts.
She was more than just a friend, though. My grandma died today. The woman whom I refer to as the grandmonster spent my life telling me how worthless I was for having dreams beyond getting a man and getting married and having kids. She told me a college education was a waste of time and money. She was never proud of me and she told me so. I wasn’t pretty. I sure as fuck wasn’t thin. I didn’t do the hair and make-up thing. I liked science and books and writing and that made me hopeless in her eyes. The sick thing is, I still love the grandmonster, but I have had to just move on and accept that I am so much better off without her in my life.
With Linda, I got to experience all of the normal things you’re supposed to have in a grandparent. She wanted to see what I was working on and what I had made. She encouraged my writing. She loved seeing things that I had dyed or sewn. She tried to teach me Canasta and cribbage. She hugged me. She wanted to see me because she wanted to spend time with me, not because she could put me to work.
When the grandmonster unleashed a barrage of hate so utterly unbelievable that even other family members can’t fathom it, Linda listened to me cry while my heart broke, because I was struggling to figure out what I did that made that woman hate me so damn much. It was Linda that helped me realize it wasn’t me and there was nothing I could do to change it. Linda was there for me when I got sick a couple years ago and had some really terrifying medical issues. She helped me out until my parents could get here.
Linda moved to be closer to her kids and grandkids, which I didn’t begrudge her. She was really happy. She also wanted me to come visit her.
I got to. We spent that visit making Christmas cards and eating a stuffed crust pizza because that’s what Linda wanted.
She had cancer. Pneumonia is what officially got her.
I miss her so much.
Skeletal trees of Borth forest, last alive 4,500 years ago and linked to lost kingdom of Cantre’r Gwaelod, appear at shoreline
Erosion has revealed the remains of a forest more than 4,000 years old. Even more cool, this area has been linked to local stories of a lost kingdom because of these occasional exposures of preserved trees. They have also found footprints preserved in the peat and this most recent storm has revealed a walkway that prehistoric peoples had constructed because of the rising water levels.
Number of hand-dyed Captain America shirts completed prior to event: 2
People participating: 11
Percentage increase in mustachioed men present from 2013 event: 33 1/3%
Number of times Captain America was discussed: 2
Number of people in agreement that “Captain America” was an underrated movie: 2
Disagreements over the excellence of Loki as portrayed by Tom Hiddleston: 2
Mentions of Phil Coulson: 4
Number of people at event who did not know who Tom Hiddleston is: 1
Number of Drunken Monkeys licked: 1
Number of times rum was lit: 1
Number of people who will now be quoting my statement; ” I have licked enough drunken monkeys for this evening, thank you”: 10
Number of times a guy dressed in a suit jacket, shirt, tie, and very tight knee length shorts ran past us on the street: 2
Temperature (in Fahrenheit) at time of departure and subsequent sightings of the Half-Suited Man: 31
Number of times The Half-Suited Man ran past us carrying a bottle of wine: 1
Number of theories presented in response to sighting of The Half-Suited Man: 3
Number of minutes spent trying to determine if The Half-Suited Man was wearing the top half of his suit and underwear or if the shorts were, in fact, actual shorts: 17
Noticeable effects of Ragnarok witnessed: 0