This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is REFRACTION.
And here are some of her own takes.
Whenever she ran out of money, she would do something like fortune-telling. People would reward her for helping them find lost things or missing persons. She would have preferred not to take the money. Powers bestowed by heaven should not be exchanged for worldly goods.
– The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, p. 89
Sigh. Self adores Murakami.
This book. Self has no words.
Self has never signed up for NaNoWriMo (Also, she has never applied to UCross. Self’s just saying. Nothing against Wyoming. You know what? Right this very second, she’s going to apply for a residency to UCross!)
The New York Times Book Review she is reading is the one from Nov. 17, 2013 (Her pile of back-reading is HUMONGOUS! Simply HUMONGOUS!)
A little over a month ago, when self was cooling her heels in southern California, she looked over Fall course offerings for UCLA Extension and saw that there was a class offered on “Achieving Your NaNoWriMo Goal.” And she quickly contacted the Program Administrator to indicate that she wished to enroll. She was informed that the class was “on-site.” And ya know, that’s 10 weeks of weekly on-site meetings, and self can’t commit to being in one place for 10 weeks. Seriously! So she regretfully had to pass up taking the class.
Here’s an excerpt from the article on NaNoWriMo 2013 which was in the Nov. 17, 2013 NYTBR:
We’re now past the halfway point of National Novel Writing Month — or, as it’s inelegantly shortened online, NaNoWriMo — when aspiring authors aim to produce 50,000 words during November. More than 277,000 writers signed up for the sprint this year. Erin Morgenstern, whose best-selling novel The Night Circus originated as part of the exercise, once advised: “Don’t delete anything. Just keep writing. And if you don’t want to look at it, change the font to white.”
Excellent advise! How does one register for NaNoWriMo 2014?
Last year, some former college classmates took her to the Church of the Gesu, on the grounds of her alma mater, the Ateneo de Manila.
Since this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is REFRACTION, which has everything to do with light — light refracted, self presumes, as through a prism.
Here’s part of The Daily Post prompt:
The first picture is the interior of the Church of the Gesu in her old college, the Ateneo de Manila, in Diliman, Quezon City, Metro-Manila.
The next two pictures were taken from the back seat of a car. She’s not sure where she was going. But she loves taking pictures of the streets of Manila, especially from within a moving vehicle. She likes the reflections from the car window, the streaks of light and color and movement, the inevitable roughness and blur.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
October 19, 2014 at 3:42 pm (Artists and Writers, Books, Lists, Memoirs, Recommended, Sundays)
Tags: book lists, history, interviews, Jim Harrison, lists, memoirs, mysteries, nonfiction, novel, praise, reviews, Sundays, The NYTBR
Do not look a gift horse in the mouth. It’s been nearly a year since this issue came into self’s hands. She has since suspended her New York Times Book Review subscription (in case dear blog readers were wondering. It was just too depressing seeing the book review in her mailbox every week, and not being able to read for months and months and months.)
It just so happens that the By the Book interview is with Michael Connelly, and he has many, many interesting book recommendations, which include the following:
This issue also has the list of Ten Best Books of 2013, and since self is well aware that time is a river, and self is disappearing quick, she has to be choosy about which of the Ten she really really wants to read, and it is these:
One of the highlights of this issue is a review (by Anthony Doerr) of Brown Dog: Novellas, by Jim Harrison. Self doesn’t know why exactly but she’s loved Jim Harrison for a long long time. His books are violent, they are pungent, they are precise, and they are very, very funny.
And here’s a round-up of a burgeoning sub-genre, the cookbook as memoir:
And here’s a sub of a sub-genre, the fate of elephants in America:
And one about elephants in Africa:
Finally, much thanks to Rivka Galchen and Pankaj Mishra for recommending (in the end-paper, Bookends) two books by authors self hasn’t yet read:
Whew! Finally self has arrived at the end of a monster post. Stay tuned.
Today, self is indulging in her favorite pastime (fan fiction, DUH).
She happens to read a scene that takes place in a jeweler’s shop: Peeta is hunting for an engagement ring to present to Katniss.
He finds one with carrots. 24-CARROTS, to be exact.
These CARROTS will undoubtedly look fabulous when wound around a finger of Katniss’s right (or possibly left) hand.
It is so distracting to think of salad/nutritious food suddenly materializing in a jeweler’s shop, for no reason whatsoever . . .
Self can’t even.
Self has no words.
In the end, self was not the only one laughing.
David Fincher, shame on you!
Self still likes Rosamund Pike, though. Did the poor thing think she was in a serious drama? Because it became pretty hard to distinguish between the cheese and the drama, by the end. Self almost choked on her scarf, she was laughing so hard.
This is a teensy tiny question but self has to ask it anyway: Why, at the end, after it has been determined that poor Amy has been the victim of a sado-masochistic creep (played of course to cheesy perfection by Neil Patrick Harris), after she’s been examined in the hospital and placed in a wheelchair — why is she allowed to give a televised conference, without any attempt to clean the thick layers of blood swathing her throat? What self-respecting hospital would allow a person to walk around still caked in buckets of dried blood? Allow her, in fact, to go home in that condition? And why, after arriving home, does this alleged rape victim walk out of her car — the wheelchair only went as far as the hospital driveway, apparently — and enter her house completely unaided? She’s not just walking, either — she’s gliding. Actually, gliding. Shoulders back like a queen! Since Amy’s just gotten the media to swallow a line about her being used and abused, seeing her walk that way is just a little bit much.
And another thing: that “Fifty Shades of Gray” preview? Self adores Dakota Johnson. But the guy — self could not suppress a feeling of chagrin at the thought of how well Charlie Hunnam (of Sons of Anarchy) would have filled that suit, and how he would have looked, smoldering at Dakota Johnson from across a desk.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.