As I read "Good People" just now, I wondered upon reaching that small black diamond whether or not this would count as my David Foster Wallace read. I enjoyed it and decided it does not. Besides it was only 3 pages (online style). This probably means I should make some guidelines for the Aimee Bender book, as it's a collection of short stories. It may come off the list all together. Either way, I still plan to pick it up, just don't know if it's "Goals for 2009" worthy.
by Robert Frost
Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
He knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,
He waited (they were strangers)
Till they were out of hearing
To bid them both be happy.
"Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure."
The age-long theme is Age's.
'Twas Age imposed on poems
Their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
That overtaken lovers
From being overflooded
With happiness should have it.
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing—
Too present to imagine.
I think Frosty wants us to seize tomorrow because it seems the present is too much for him. I've had days like that. Either way, whether it be today or tomorrow, do something with it and don't be afraid to do something with it...alone.
- Wood burning fire
- The aroma of a freshly cut pine
- A dewy morning
- Coffee beans
- A freshly laundered T-shirt--especially when on the back of my boy
- My parents house
- Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
- The Northwest mountain air
Not the most original list....so here's another to expand upon the above (in no particular order):
- Irish Springs soap, but not the bar, rather its residue on clean skin
- Burnt marshmallows
- Personal oils, not necessarily my own, but that last-day-before-you-should-shower smell--which is ironic since I also crave the smell of a freshly clean bod. Hmm.
- Homemade tomato sauce
- Peach potpourri--it reminds me of my childhood trips to Myrtle Beach
- Coconut cream lip balm
- Men's deodorant, applied
- Fried dough, also homemade
- Pine sap
- That first hint of saltwater in the air as you approach the ocean
The start of my "To Do" list for spring/summer of '09:
- See how long I can grow my hair before I have the urge to cut it...or dye it.
- Get rid of old baggage
- Rid my residence of excess (i.e., clothes, shoes, papers, random objects of no use, etc.)
- Get more organized (i.e., as organized as is humanly possible for me, which will include a trip to IKEA for fun let's-get-organized furnishings)
- Camp, not just get up to camp, but camp in a tent and more than once or else it doesn't count.
- Continue exploring--a goal for life.
- Finish the book I'm currently reading and finish three or more of the following: The Sound and The Fury by William Faulkner, East of Eden by John Steinbeck, 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Willful Creatures by Aimee Bender, The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene, and apparently a/any book by David Foster Wallace (I have his name scratched down in my little notepad, but with no title hmm).
volunteering meets expeditions to kilimanjaro. sign me up...
check it out: http://roadmonkey.net/
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor....Explore. Dream. Discover."
~ Mark Twain
p.s. the four grand price tag sorta squashes my excitement. i better start filling my piggy bank with $20 bills...
yeah, that'll be the day.
using scrap, i created a fun little slip closure.
The Common Reader “Montaigne”-Ch. 6
The Common Reader is Woolf’s first and most popular volume of essays; the collection has more than twenty-five selections.
Today's question: Are you the "common reader"? Who is the common reader you ask? Well, according to Dr. Johnson, this individual is neither a critic nor a scholar. He reads for his own pleasure and (to quote Mrs. Woolf) "He is guided by an instinct to create for himself out of whatever odds or ends he can come by, some kind of whole--a portrait of a man, a sketch of an age, a theory of the art of writing." It's someone untarnished by the literary world. Someone who reads what they want because they want to, not because they were told to. Someone who reads to fulfill some part of themselves through word soaked pages; opposed to reading only to announce some freshly captured nugget of knowledge or produce a counterargument to others opinions...
Isn't the common reader who writers fill their pages for?
Side Notes: (1) I'm hoping to visit some of V. Woolf's stomping grounds in London; and (2) I think it would be really neat to have a name that starts with a "V" only because the nickname "V" seems mysterious and has a kind of I-don't-take-crap-from-people ring to it.
The use of the serial comma in a simple series really bothers me.
I've been writing weekly nutritional and physical activity challenges for kids since September. I'm running out of ideas and ready to just post a "Choose Your Own Adventure Challenge" to cover the rest of May. I'd love to choose something like "King of the Hill" where the idea is to take over a mound of dirt or actual hill by, oh, I don't know, pushing the other children down it, but I don't think that will fly. For the nutritional challenge, I'm thinking of something like the following: "This week's challenge is to stop shoving your face with shit like candy bars, fat fries and beef patties. If you want to be a fat pudge of a kid, then fine, go right ahead. Otherwise, pick up a banana or something. What's wrong with you?"
I have to stop leaving my cell phone and gloves on my lap when riding in the car. I forget about them and then they meet the pavement when I depart my vehicle. If my cell phone could yell at me, it would scream expletives from its little speaker. It can't be pleasant to smash into concrete. Sorry celly. As for my gloves, I'm just glad they can't smack me across the face, because they would have done that by now, too, for the way I've treated them.
The use of a semicolon after "however" followed by a comma makes me smile.
I'm craving live music so badly that I'm actually going to see a band called "Deer Tick" tomorrow night. Yup. Just being at Mohawk Place with a vodka gimlet in one hand and a certain someone's hand in the other will make it a good night. So if the show is good, double bonus. I'll let you know.
It's finally happening. In 7 months time, I'll be eating biscuits and drinking tea, climbing the Eiffel tower and falling to my knees. In 7 months time, I'll be in Florence drinking wine and floating in a gondola feeling oh so fine. In 7 months time, I'll travel Europe with no fear and be downing Prague's tasty beer...
"...And there will be sun sun sun all over our bodies
And sun sun sun all down our necks
And there will be sun sun sun all over our faces
And sun sun sun so what the heck..."
Photos by J. Lynn