rating: 5 of 5 stars A novel with eleven—yes, eleven—beginnings, but only one ending, one perfect, lovely ending. Calvino plays with the relationship between reader and author, between two readers of the same work, between the author and the work, all while questioning what is real and true versus what is fake and false. It’s complicated, yes, and not a novel that lends itself to distilling down into a concise description, but most importantly is this: it is brilliant, and you should read it. It challenges you, it teases you, it holds you in both contempt and in highest esteem. Any book that can do all that deserves to be read.
Really, quite a good graphic novel, and Ben Templesmith, the illustrator (and author in his own right—see Wormwood), is a wizard. His artwork is haunting and beautiful while depicting the very dregs of humanity that title character Richard Fell encounters as he carries out his job as a detective in what the residents refer to as a city gone feral. He’s new to Snowtown, the proverbial bad part of town, and he’s both amazed a disgusted by the onslaught of murders and degradation that surround him as well as the complete indifference to it he witnesses. But he’s a good man at heart, and this is the story of him trying to make a difference. I would certainly recommend it.
Stimulus for the international abortion industry. Rock on.
What the fuck, man?
So Obama’s authorizing American tax dollars for foreign abortions while we’re already spending trillions of dollars now, which we don’t actually have, on an economic stimulus package, which most likely will make the economy worse? But we’re gonna go ahead and pay for these foreign abortions anyway?
I’m failing to see the logic here.
Edit: I should have mentioned the point: Pro-Life, Pro-Choice, Pro-Whatever… we should not be spending anymore than we must. Thatisall.
The previous rule under Bush stopped funding for ANY foreign clinics that performed abortions. This reversal doesn’t actually fund abortions, per se. It just doesn’t refuse money to organizations that choose to perform the procedure. The money we’re spending will likely remain flat, just spread equally so as not to punish clinics that provide abortion services.
Thank you, nashvilleneedsmoremetaphors, for saying what I would have said, and for saying it with fewer angry expletives.
“On the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, we are reminded that this decision not only protects women’s health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters. I remain committed to protecting a woman’s right to choose. While this is a sensitive and often divisive issue, no matter what our views, we are united in our determination to prevent unintended pregnancies, reduce the need for abortion, and support women and families in the choices they make. To accomplish these goals, we must work to find common ground to expand access to affordable contraception, accurate health information, and preventative services.”—
I’m trying to think of some of the best Romantic moments in Movies, from classics to modern.
Moments like Say Anything’s Boom Box scene, the send off scene in Casablanca, Jack and Rose on the front of the boat, etc…
Do y’all have any favorites?
The scene in Bridget Jones’ Diary where Mr. Darcy leaves the apartment and she assumes that he’s furious over the mean things she wrote about him in the diary she left out. So she runs outside in her underwear while there’s snow on the ground, and just flies down the street and catches up with him and it turns out he’s only buying her a new diary. And they make out in front of everyone. Love it.
But even better is when she says to him, “Nice boys don’t kiss like that.” And he looks at her with *that look*, pulls her tighter, and says, “Oh yes they fucking do.”
“It feels good to put my head down. It’s so heavy, I get tired of holding it up. It’s so full of things, and that makes it more dense. It’s nice to rest it.”—me, drunkenly babbling to Zeb after drinking a bottle of wine Saturday night
Yesterday on the radio someone said we were having unseasonably cold weather.
While it *is* balls-ass cold outside, to say that it is unseasonably cold in winter makes my eyelids twitch. It is WINTER. Winter is the SEASON OF COLD. It may be UNUSUALLY cold for the region, but to say it’s unseasonably cold is oxymoronical at best, in my eyes.
The office is split 50/50 over whether I am right or if I am just being a word snob and saying 3 degree weather is unseasonably cold is just fine.
“Bill Bryson, Shakespeare: The World as Stage: Bryson has always been one of my favorite writers, but here, wherein he turns his attention to a subject near and dear to my heart… just, wow. It’s such a splendid book, marvelously written and well-researched. He focuses more on all that we do not know about Shakespeare, and how facts about him have been invented for centuries to fill in gaps. He also reflects on the Elizabethan and Jacobean societies and the role of Shakespeare’s work within them. Loved it. Seriously. Adored. **Swoon**”—from my Goodreads review
Exactly right Clarity. ixnay on the ugarsay. Nasty, nasty, nasty. Butter, Pepper, Butter, Salt, Butter, aaaannnnd…butter. None of that substitute crap either. butter, preferrably churned by an old widow.
Bwhaha… By a an old widow? I think the only place left to find something like that would be Bell Buckle. Cheese and bacon. You forgot cheese and bacon, and maybe some cayenne or scallions.
Now, please proceed to post this recipe for cheese grits on the Interwebs. Please and thank you.
When I get back to the house, I’ll get the recipe out and post away. You’re gonna love it.
Um, I’m from Bell Buckle. There is no butter churning going on there.
"A trio of frequently confused words is eminent, imminent, and immanent. Eminent means ‘outstanding, famous’: : the book was written by an eminent authority on folk art. Imminent means ‘about to happen’: : people brushed aside the possibility that war was imminent. Immanent, often used in religious or philosophical contexts, means ‘inherent’: : he believed in the immanent unity of nature taught by the Hindus.”
I just got a call from my mother in Kentucky. My dad has cancer in one of his kidneys and it is malignant. According to the MRI it is contained in the kidney, but I’ve been through enough of this shit to know that it could spread easily, and quickly.
My hands are shaky as I type this, but I can’t get my wife on the phone and I’m sitting at work sort of freaking out. I didn’t expect this. But then I guess you never expect it do you?
My dad is my rock. He is an arch conservative, andy griffith of a man, but that never stopped him from being supportive of his polar opposite son. I remember when I was a sophomore in High School my band played at a state wide Future Homemakers of America convention in Louisville. It was this cheesy thing, but back then it was like playing MSG for me. We had a huge stage set up in a ball room, but the manager came in and told us he was going to shut us down because of some ludicrous sounding safety regulation. Something about people might trip on our cables.
My father asked him to take a short walk, came back 2 minutes later and told me everything was fine and to continue setting up for the show. When I asked what he did he took me to the side of the ball room and pulled back a large curtain to an adjacent ballroom under renovation. Their were electrical wires hanging from the ceiling. Tons of them. Coming out of the walls. Everywhere.
Dad is an electrician. He told the hotel manager that this room was violating LOADS of state electrical code and one phone call from him would have the entire hotel closed for a week. The manager relented.
That’s my dad. Strong. Rugged. Wise. Honest. Do anything for anyone. The greatest human being I know.
I’m freaking the fuck out right now…
So I’m gonna take a walk to the library. Maybe grab something to eat. And try to regain some optimism. Its a new year. Anything can happen.
I am so sorry. And I totally get it. Years ago, my mom EMAILED me that she’d been diagnosed with lung cancer. In the most trying summer ever, she had surgery, but she has been fine ever since. Cancer can be defeated. And I totally have my fingers crossed for you. ::hug::