I figure everyone needs the chance to watch a screech owl take a bath and then be blow dried.
I grew up listening to Pete Seeger, Arlo Guthrie and Peter Paul & Mary. Their voices are a permanent part of my personal soundtrack. I’ve seen Arlo Guthrie and Peter Paul & Mary in person, but I never got the chance to see Pete Seeger in person and now I never will.
There are a lot of articles out there that will tell you all about how he was an activist, a singer, and all the wonderful things he did. You should probably go read them–he was incredible. I can’t tell you all that stuff, I just grew up thinking he sang some pretty cool songs. I was too young to really understand his songs and what they really meant. Now that I’m old enough, well, I think he sang some pretty cool songs that meant a lot to a lot of people, people who are going to miss him.
(Including this one because it has a cute story about Pete in it and frequent camera cuts to him laughing.)
Some people don’t like to let the day end with an argument running.
I don’t like to let the day end with a book unfinished.
I’d started Dear Mr. Knightley yesterday afternoon with middling hopes for it and it met my expectations.
The book has many things going for it that I like–strong Jane Austen ties, a heroine trying to find herself, writers, Chicago and an epistolary format. I enjoyed watching the heroine, Sam, develop relationships with friends, another kid in the foster care system, learn how to be a better writer and find a new family. I liked watching her bounce around Chicago with Alex, her overly perfect male friend who you can tell wants to be something more. There were several fun moments in the book, including a moment when Sam wins a literary quote-off.
Unfortunately, it also contained a protagonist who is flawed in a non-charming manner, a golly gee perfect male lead, an obviously smarmy Wickham-type, a mystery that is obvious halfway through the book and no real tension. Many of the issues that crop up for Sam seem especially unbelievable because I expect her to be more street smart than she is. I can accept that she’s emotionally delayed due to her past, but I have a hard time believing that she’s not developed more common sense and street smarts.
Furthermore, it’s Christian Romance, a category I noticed about three seconds after clicking the Buy Now button. If you want an inexplicably chaste heroine who can’t tell that a guy is dating her in the hopes of getting laid, hasn’t been kissed until 23 and suddenly starts praying and thinking about God when her adopted family starts praying, you’ll be thrilled. If you’re looking for overt Christian themes, you’ll be disappointed. If you’re a godless heathen, you’ll be annoyed.
I wouldn’t hit the book out of someone’s hands if I saw them pick it up at the bookstore, but this review is probably the last I’ll think about it because…eh.
I don’t have much to say because I’m sucked into a book at the moment (if it ends well, I’ll post about it later), but I did take a brief break earlier for Tim Minchin. One should always take a Tim Minchin break if they have the time.
I recommend sticking around all the way to the end because the last joke probably would have resulted in a spit-take if I’d been drinking when I heard it.
I remember the first time I read The Stand. I was at my dad’s house and so bored. It was summer vacation and I’d already read all the books I brought with me, so I decided it was time to pillage Dad’s bookcases.
Some weird transcendental text…no.
You know how a song and a music video can get stuck in your head and you can’t get rid of it? Furthermore, you don’t want to get rid of it? Much love to Janelle Monáe for making such fabulous videos and music.
Hello and welcome to Tightrope from The ArchAndroid:
I have a feeling that once Tightrope releases its hold on my brain, I’ll then get stuck on Q.U.E.E.N. feat. Erykah Badu from her new album, The Electric Lady:
I intended to go out today, but then snow and frigid temperatures happened.
Instead, I stayed home and did my best Arthur Dent impression (pajamas and a robe all day) and drank a lot of tea while playing on the internet and absolutely not watching an episode of Sherlock weeks before it’s scheduled to air in the US.
The tea of the day in the Queen of Awesome castle was black tea with spearmint leaves and sponsored by quite a different set of space travelers.
PS: If ‘The Sign of Three’ doesn’t make you laugh hysterically, there may be something wrong with you.