I love that more novels are being written in free verse and other poetic forms. The lyrical nature of these books really adds another level of tone to the stories they tell and I can't get enough. Thankfully, I stumbled on to May B. at our library at school and decided to check it out. Yes, it's 200+ pages, but it sucked me in and had me finishing it up in one reading.
Synopsis: As a young girl living on the prairies of western Kansas, May Betts knew she came in second to her brother in importance to her parents. At a time in the late 1800's, when children were needed to keep a farm and survival together for the entire family, May is no exception. In need of some extra money, she is sent off to live with another family 15 miles to the west. In that experience May learns how to really survive.
Review: Extremely reminiscent of Little House on the Prairie, the story of May Betts is one that is touching and haunting all at the same time. May B (as she is nicknamed) is a young girl in western Kansas with a thirst to learn and read, but something just isn't right, and she just can't fit the words together. Because of that, she is labeled as not very bright. She knows that can't be the case, but doesn't get a chance to find out before she is whisked off to a homesteader's home 15 miles to the west, to a farm that is so isolated that all they can see is prairie stretching out on all sides.
Many things happen to May B while at the homestead that leads to her growing up much too quickly and needing to be an adult who must fight for her very survival. I loved the way the free verse in the text helped to create more of the isolation we felt from her surroundings and the isolation she felt in a new home. Interspersed with scenes of mere survival were memories and snapshots of her struggle to learn that makes it all even more haunting. Besides scenes of making biscuits and keeping dry under a table in the dugout, we see May B struggling to eek out the words in the little schoolbook she brought with her.
This story about drove me into anxiety. I loved it and couldn't stop turning pages, but I was tormented by the loneliness, frustration, and fear that drove this little girl. I realize that this really is a story about determination and the power of the human spirit, but it was gut wrenching to get there. Despite it all, I think this story and the way it was told was just amazing. Whether you're new to these verse stories or not, you really must read this story.
*FTC Disclosure: This review was based on a library copy of the novel.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, November 5, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Fiction to Film to Fantastic Music Friday: The Man From Snowy River (1982)
I know that it's been awhile since I posted a "Fiction to Film to Fantastic Music Friday" post, but since I recently watched The Man From Snowy River over spring break, I had to post a little something about this jewel of a film.
When I was growing up, this was a favorite in our little community. I don't think there was a slumber party that I attended that we didn't watch this movie or Anne of Green Gables. Yes, we had very tame slumber parties--granted, that was when I was like nine or ten! I was always really jealous of all the kids in my area that got to take piano lessons. I wanted to take piano lessons, so much so that I begged my parents to let me! Eventually, I was allowed to take them for about a year and a half. Throughout that whole time, I had a series of songs that I wanted to learn how to play, and "Jessica's Theme" was right at the top. It's funny to me now, but as a young girl, this was some strange obsession I had.
To be honest, I was unfamiliar with the poem until a few years ago. It's interesting that a movie would come out of Andrew Barton Paterson's poem "The Man From Snowy River," but I'm glad that it did. For me, this movie really is more about a memory. We probably all have movies and soundtracks that etched their ways into our lives as we were growing up, and this one happens to be a pretty prominent one in my own.
* Fiction, to Film, to Fantastic Music Friday is my own little weekly post. The premise is just to share my favorite books made into film, with amazing soundtracks to boot. There might even be times where it's just a great film and soundtrack, or great book and film. Either way, join in if you would like!
What films mark your early years as a child? I'm not talking your all-time favorites, but the ones that maybe take you right back to a certain time in your life?
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Review: I Heart You, You Haunt Me by Lisa Schroeder
Ready or not, here we go into another week. Somehow, although I change my email passwords and account passwords once a year, my email was hacked. Nice, I know. I quickly changed all of my passwords, but I send my apologies if those lovely spam mailers went out! Now I just need to continue through all the mail I've missed over the last week and a half. At least it has all been settled with next to no damage, right?
As for what I'm reading, I wanted to share a book of "poetry" that was recommended to me on Goodreads, I Heart You, You Haunt Me by Lisa Schroeder. I was looking for a book of poetry that would help me fulfill a reading challenge we're doing at school, so this fit the bill perfectly!
Synopsis: This one is hard to explain without giving it all away, so I really need to allow Goodreads to share here:
"Ava can't see him or touch him,
unless she's dreaming.
She can't hear his voice,
except for the faint whispers in her mind.
Most would think she's crazy, but she knows he's here.
Jackson.
The boy Ava thought she'd spend the rest of her life with.
He's back from the dead,
as proof that love truly knows no bounds."
Review: In an easy to read and follow free-verse style, the poetry behind the story of Ava and Jackson adds nicely to the tone of what's going on. Considering that Ava is haunted, both literally and emotionally, by her boyfriend Jackson, the poetry adds to the haunting affect that is already established by her deep sense of grief. What Schroeder captures in the story and poetry is sweet, tender, and deep.
Having experienced bone-jarring grief in my life, I readily related to the thoughts and feelings that Ava expressed. Her confusion over what she should and shouldn't be feeling, at what point, and with whom was very real and poignant. Adolescence is tough enough without adding the loss of someone you love to that volatile mix. In short, Schroeder's story did it brilliantly. Outside of exploring grief though, this is a nicely paced story that has a beginning and an end, with plenty in between to keep the reader going. I have readily recommended it to all of my students and will continue to recommend this short little book. If you're at all hesitant about poetry, let this little story ease you and fool you with its narrative style.
*FTC Disclosure: This review was based on a library copy of the novel.
As for what I'm reading, I wanted to share a book of "poetry" that was recommended to me on Goodreads, I Heart You, You Haunt Me by Lisa Schroeder. I was looking for a book of poetry that would help me fulfill a reading challenge we're doing at school, so this fit the bill perfectly!
Synopsis: This one is hard to explain without giving it all away, so I really need to allow Goodreads to share here:
"Ava can't see him or touch him,
unless she's dreaming.
She can't hear his voice,
except for the faint whispers in her mind.
Most would think she's crazy, but she knows he's here.
Jackson.
The boy Ava thought she'd spend the rest of her life with.
He's back from the dead,
as proof that love truly knows no bounds."
Review: In an easy to read and follow free-verse style, the poetry behind the story of Ava and Jackson adds nicely to the tone of what's going on. Considering that Ava is haunted, both literally and emotionally, by her boyfriend Jackson, the poetry adds to the haunting affect that is already established by her deep sense of grief. What Schroeder captures in the story and poetry is sweet, tender, and deep.
Having experienced bone-jarring grief in my life, I readily related to the thoughts and feelings that Ava expressed. Her confusion over what she should and shouldn't be feeling, at what point, and with whom was very real and poignant. Adolescence is tough enough without adding the loss of someone you love to that volatile mix. In short, Schroeder's story did it brilliantly. Outside of exploring grief though, this is a nicely paced story that has a beginning and an end, with plenty in between to keep the reader going. I have readily recommended it to all of my students and will continue to recommend this short little book. If you're at all hesitant about poetry, let this little story ease you and fool you with its narrative style.
*FTC Disclosure: This review was based on a library copy of the novel.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Review: Love's Exquisite Freedom by Maya Angelou
I know it's late and I should be in bed, but posts and reviews have been neglected in the face of a busy schedule, post vacation. That always seems to be the case. With so much going on, all the time, I haven't etched out a lot of time to read and get my blog updated. Other than a much too busy schedule, things are really good and I have much to be thankful for in my life. Christmas should be exciting, as it will be the first one I'll be celebrating in my new home. I can't wait!
In preparation for Christmas, I ran into the library one night after work and noticed this beautiful picture book, Love's Exquisite Freedom. Because I am in the middle of reading Angelou's book Heart of a Woman, I felt drawn to the picture book. It was a wonderfully sweet diversion and a quick reminder of the depth of life around us. Set to paintings and artwork by Sir Edward-Burne Jones, these Pre-Raphealite inspired paintings made for a beautiful backdrop and combination to Angelou's inspiring words. Her poem focuses on the power of love and its comparisons, to lift and draw the reader out of their everyday lives. That, with the amazing artwork depicting heaven and earth commingling, made Angelou's poetic theme magnify in power and beauty.
If you're looking to have a beautiful and quick read, or just flat out in a reading or personal slump, then this is a great picture book to set you on track. It seems as though this is a series of art to poetry-made books, but I couldn't find any others out or that included Angelou's writing. For this one time reading experience, this was a really lovely adult picture book.
I'm not sure if this is a bookseller associated with the publisher, but I found a lovely online version that you can go through and check out the entire poem and artwork for yourself. Check out Love's Exquisite Freedom at the link provided and tell me what you think!
*FTC Disclosure--This review was based on a library copy of the book.
In preparation for Christmas, I ran into the library one night after work and noticed this beautiful picture book, Love's Exquisite Freedom. Because I am in the middle of reading Angelou's book Heart of a Woman, I felt drawn to the picture book. It was a wonderfully sweet diversion and a quick reminder of the depth of life around us. Set to paintings and artwork by Sir Edward-Burne Jones, these Pre-Raphealite inspired paintings made for a beautiful backdrop and combination to Angelou's inspiring words. Her poem focuses on the power of love and its comparisons, to lift and draw the reader out of their everyday lives. That, with the amazing artwork depicting heaven and earth commingling, made Angelou's poetic theme magnify in power and beauty.
If you're looking to have a beautiful and quick read, or just flat out in a reading or personal slump, then this is a great picture book to set you on track. It seems as though this is a series of art to poetry-made books, but I couldn't find any others out or that included Angelou's writing. For this one time reading experience, this was a really lovely adult picture book.
I'm not sure if this is a bookseller associated with the publisher, but I found a lovely online version that you can go through and check out the entire poem and artwork for yourself. Check out Love's Exquisite Freedom at the link provided and tell me what you think!
*FTC Disclosure--This review was based on a library copy of the book.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Review: Broetry by Brian McGackin
Let's talk poetry for a second. I like it. Yes, I like pulling out a poem or two that can make me feel like grabbing a pen or pencil to help me delineate new and interesting ideas. Having said that, Broetry was filled with the types of poetry that rather than write all over it, I would snort aloud and then take it to share with someone. These poems beg to be read and then shared with someone.
When approached by Brian McGackin about reviewing his short book of poetry, I checked out his blurb, and this is what sold me, "...With poems like Ode to That Girl I Dated for, Like, Two Months Sophomore Year and My Friends Who Don't Have Student Loans, we watch the Bro grow, from his high school graduation through his quarter life crisis and beyond..." I like a good healthy dose of irony and satire, so I really had to check this book out and I wasn't disappointed at all.
Review: Brian McGackin's short poetry compilation Boetry is a funny take on being a "Bro" and all that entails from a cheeky, occasional mock up of previous classical poems to funny new dedications/observations on popular culture and young adulthood. The mix of college drama, popular superheroes, and single-guy angst was pretty funny to read and had me sharing them with some of the guys I work with. Having said that, I don't think you have to be a single guy to enjoy these poems; they are light-hearted and funny and can be enjoyed by anyone with a sense of humor about contemporary society.
This little book of poetry is very much a satirical look at young adulthood and popular culture. Yes, there is some strong language and references to drinking, but it's a Bro's view on his life! For the audience and purpose in the poetry, I got a good laugh and think a few of my coworkers have picked up their own copy as well. I really enjoyed this little collection of poems and can pretty much open it up at any time and get a good chuckle. Besides, who said poetry had to be serious and philosophical all the time? Where would we be without a good satire to highlight things in our society we don't always readily recognize. Check it out!
*FTC Disclosure: This review was based on a review copy sent from the publisher.
When approached by Brian McGackin about reviewing his short book of poetry, I checked out his blurb, and this is what sold me, "...With poems like Ode to That Girl I Dated for, Like, Two Months Sophomore Year and My Friends Who Don't Have Student Loans, we watch the Bro grow, from his high school graduation through his quarter life crisis and beyond..." I like a good healthy dose of irony and satire, so I really had to check this book out and I wasn't disappointed at all.
Review: Brian McGackin's short poetry compilation Boetry is a funny take on being a "Bro" and all that entails from a cheeky, occasional mock up of previous classical poems to funny new dedications/observations on popular culture and young adulthood. The mix of college drama, popular superheroes, and single-guy angst was pretty funny to read and had me sharing them with some of the guys I work with. Having said that, I don't think you have to be a single guy to enjoy these poems; they are light-hearted and funny and can be enjoyed by anyone with a sense of humor about contemporary society.
This little book of poetry is very much a satirical look at young adulthood and popular culture. Yes, there is some strong language and references to drinking, but it's a Bro's view on his life! For the audience and purpose in the poetry, I got a good laugh and think a few of my coworkers have picked up their own copy as well. I really enjoyed this little collection of poems and can pretty much open it up at any time and get a good chuckle. Besides, who said poetry had to be serious and philosophical all the time? Where would we be without a good satire to highlight things in our society we don't always readily recognize. Check it out!
*FTC Disclosure: This review was based on a review copy sent from the publisher.
Monday, February 14, 2011
How Do I Love Thee?
Here I am looking at Valentine's Day and seeing how differently we all approach love. Love is not an easily described emotion and can range from the sweetest friendship to the most passionate love affair. Love can point to love for self, but is best expressed in love for others on a day like today.
Realizing that Valentine's is usually a day for candy and flowers to reign supreme in the high school I teach at, I prepared to teach sonnets. Here's a quick reminder about sonnets:
- Sonnets are 14 lines of poetry
- Written in iambic pentameter (stressed syllable followed by an unstressed)
- There are two main types of sonnets, the Italian (or the Petrarchan) and the Shakespearean (or English).
- Sonnets tend to be about themes like love, religion, or politics.
The first clip is the scene from Sense and Sensibility, and the second is that lovely montage that includes Pride and Prejudice, Emma, and North and South. Enjoy!
This was actually a very nice Valentine's Day. How was your day?
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The W's of Reading: My Own Mere Fondness

Poetry. Why is this beautiful art form so under appreciated? According to a thought-provoking post, "Mere Fondness for the Beautiful," by Stephen Burt of Harvard University, poetry is on the decline. In fact, one statistic posed by the National Endowment for the Arts stated that only 8% read at least one poem in 2007, compared to 17% in 1992. Why? What is it about poetry?
I posed this question to my AP class yesterday, as I had heard murmuring for days about "reading into" poetry. As a teacher, you feel endless angst about teaching literature in a way that will turn anyone off, and yet there is so much to cover that you often have to push those worries aside and just TEACH. I then had to ask myself my own feelings about poetry, and here's what I came up with.
- I love poetry that I understand.
- I have to read poetry with a writing utensil, as I like to see what I begin to pull from the piece.
- Some poems I'll revisit a million times, just because they sound pretty (i.e. "I Wander Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth), and others because I love the message or story (i.e. "Digging," by Seamus Heaney).
- I'll own up here for a second. I used to hate poetry...outside of the classroom. In other words, I loved it when my English teachers would go through a poem and discuss it with us, but didn't care much for doing it on my own. Then, I took a graduate class that tore me down and built me back to the point where I now feel confident doing it all on my own.
- Poetry has to be shared! I hate reading a poem and not being able to share what I found in it.
- You can't really read poetry mindlessly, meaning that I can't crawl into bed to read a great book of poetry; my mind and senses have to be engaged to read poetry, and that takes a little work on my part.
- Poetry intimidates me at times. Some messages are so dense with ideas (hello, Mr. T.S. Eliot!), that I shudder.
- I get frustrated when people brush off poetry as "stupid" because they don't understand it.
In conclusion, maybe it's as Burt states in his own post on this subject, when he reminisced that poetry used to be an issue of how people once "used" poetry. People once read, and reread poetry, they connected to it. People used to sit and write a poem to express their feelings and thoughts. Poems were posted in newspapers, sharing views on life, love, and politics with its readers. And yet, as Burt says, "We have lost that kind of cultural relation to poetry." I don't really know what it takes to have that "relation" to poetry today, other than to just try to keep making it a part of my own life, but I do know that it's one worth continuing to examine, consider, and talk about. So, to my dear students hating poetry, I say I'll try to do better to show you its beauty, and then hope to help you connect it to yourselves in some sort of culturally relevant way.
In conclusion, I've included links to several of my favorite poems.
"A Psalm of Life"by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by W. B. Yeats
"Punishment" by Seamus Heaney
And to conclude on this dark, wintry day, what better way than to end with a poem about the darkness of winter. I love this beautiful little contrasting poem of winter and the hardiness of nature in Thomas Hardy's "The Darkling Thrush."
I know I'm talking to a community of readers, for the most part, so many of you love language of any sort. What are your thoughts on poetry? Do you like poetry? Do you read poetry? What most speaks to you in a poem?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Author Highlight: Sherman Alexie
This is one of those posts that I've stewed about for over a month, mulling over the details and information I wanted to share. You see, last month I had the wonderful opportunity to go hear Sherman Alexie, famed author, speak at King's English Bookstore in Salt Lake City. Alexie made a comment/joke about graduate students that approach him with reverential awe, and even though my grad schools days are a handful of years behind me now, I will admit to a certain reverential excitement to my attendance that night. Even I laugh at myself, but I can't begin to say how excited I was to be able to attend his reading and signing.In graduate school, I actually focused my research on Native American & ethnic literatures (more specifically, the teaching of such texts). Through my time studying these texts, my major professor at the time gave me the wonderful opportunity to go with him into his undergraduate, ethinic literature course and teach
Sherman Alexie's The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist Fight in Heaven. In preparation, I poured over his work, reading his essays and poems, and marking the discussion points from the novel that I wanted the students to grasp. It was in this process, that I stumbled across his essay, "Superman and Me," which I still frequently take into the classroom so that I can discuss sentence construction and language. Was I a huge fan going into his visit here? Um...considering how many hours I spent studying, writing, and teaching his texts, I'd say that's a big YES!Alexie was born in 1966, a Spokane/Coeur d'Alene Indian, and grew up on the Spokane Indian Reservation. He was born with water on the brain, and had to have surgery for it at the age of six months. In his appearances, and in books such as The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian (which I read and reviewed this summer), discuss or include his experiences with hydrocephalus. Alexie attended high school off of the reservation, and later went on to Gonzaga University, later transferring to Washington State University.
Alexie first began his writing career by writing poetry.

His first two volumes of poetry, The Business of Fancydancing and I Would Steal Horses, were both published, and are heralded by many authors, teachers, and readers. He has since worked on film, Smoke Signals, and published a lengthy list of novels that have received much notice and acclaim. Some of the novels he has written include: Reservation Blues, Indian Killer, and Flight, not to mention his books of short stories and poetry, The Toughest Indian in the World, Ten Little Indians, and War Dances, to name a few.Much of Alexie's work is filled with an irony and humor that can't be passed up without asking someone nearby to, "listen to what I just read." I've literally been known to call up friends and family while I'm in the middle of reading one of his poems or narratives, to share something I thought was poignant or downright hilarious. More often than not, it was the amazing humor and depth of understanding in explaining cultural difference that has me always coming back for more. Literally, I can't get enough of his work.
At the book signing, I will say that his humor was colorful, and had me blushing a couple of times and looking around to see other people's response to his insights and jokes. He is a great speaker, and doesn't shy away from politics, culture, or gender. In short, I found him captivating in his honesty, and I will admit to laughing A LOT during his reading and introduction. (Below is the one picture I was able to salvage from the book signing. I had the person behind me in line snap the picture with my iPhone, and as happens, the camera moved while snapping the photo, so we're all blurry and crazy looking. Fun, but not good enough to post!)
For more information on Sherman Alexie, to read his essays or poems, or to get more information on his published works, see his official website ShermanAlexie.com for details. Also, for prices on his books, see Sherman Alexie's Amazon Page
Soon to follow, I will be posting my review of his most recent collection of short stories and poems in War Dances. I even have an extra copy and will be hosting a giveaway, so stay tuned!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Movie Challenge Review: Bright Star
Last night I had the opportunity to hit the late showing of the film Bright Star, starring Ben Whishaw and Abbie Cornish about the life of the poet John Keats. As an English teacher, how could I not go see such a film? Even without that disclaimer, I'm an admitted period drama obsessive. Knowing what I did about John Keats, I was hesitant to see the film, seeing how the film Becoming Jane about sent me over the edge (my disclaimer on that film was that if you are a single female, beware of the closing scene and lines, as they are destructive to your hopes in the future). However, Bright Star had something mystical about it, poetic in its very cinematography that left me crying as many tears over the beauty as over the sadness of the story as a whole.Let's be honest, Keats is a master poet that every English major becomes intimately acquainted with at some point. I still remember reading "Ode to a Nightingale" and "Ode on a Grecian Urn" when in high school, and later in college reading "Lines on the Mermaid Tavern" and "To Autumn," which Hugh Grant famously quotes the opening line to while paddling Bridget Jones across a pond in Bridget Jones Diary. His "Ode on a Grecian Urn" particularly caught my attention, as I've always held a fascination and love of Greece. The lines, taken from the opening of the third stanza have always struck me:
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shedI've always loved that last line, with its repetition of the word happy, to imbue the emotion to love so that we see that emotion not just as romantic, but as containing an array of bright and wonderful feelings to also describe it. That's how I always hoped it to be! I can't say that Keats was my favorite poet, but I always found his poetry to be bright and precise in its descriptions, whether about nature or a man-made object. His precision has always been awe-inspiring, especially after I learned just how complex poems such as his really were.
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
Having said that, I actually learned about the film from my mother, who knew this would be a film I wouldn't want to miss. Last evening, my friend Doc and I braved the ensuing depression that we knew would set in, and went to see Bright Star, for which Keats also wrote a poem by that title ("Bright Star").
Synopsis: Centered on the life of poet John Keats, the film captures the supposed love between Keats and Fanny Brawne, who are kept apart because of social and financial standings. As with most Regency Period films, the ideals of social standing and sexual purity pervade the film, intertwined with the angsty beatific language of the poetry of Keats spread throughout. Images of nature and simple objects fill the film and add an additional layer to the tortured, yet short-lived love between Keats and Brawne, before the untimely death of Keats to tuberculosis.

Review: Unlike the film Becoming Jane, in which two lovers are kept apart by social expectations, Keats and Brawne are essentially kept apart by more than just the penniless status of an up and coming poet who can barely care for his own needs than that of a wife. Keats and Brawne seem at odds, initially, in their world view; she is a supposed realistic with her love of fashion, and he is a poet with his eyes to nature for inspiration. Over time, we see that mutual respect and friendship wield the two together, and create a powerful love that neither can deny.

While I can say that I left the theater having shed a few tears, I didn't feel the despair that I did after watching the drama of Jane Austen's life (definitely not a film for the single female to see--the closing lines mention that she and her sister never married). The tears I shed were more for the loss of both people in the relationship, and for the possibilities of what more Keats could have composed had he lived.
In short, Bright Star is a brooding, cinematic piece of art that I highly recommend to any and all Regency Period fans, or to fans of English courses and classic literature. I found the film to honor the work and pain that goes into the creative process really very beautiful, and lends us a bit more respect for the work that the poet put into their work. The shots captured on film were beautiful, and with a PG rating, I felt that they left the love and passion of the couple to be felt through artistic representation and not through gratuity. Overall, a brilliant film, and one that I will definitely be purchasing.
For another great review, see the NY Times review of the film, and for more information on the movie itself, see: Bright Star, the movie site.
This review is also my fourth in the Period Drama Challenge.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Can't Sleep...
The inauguration is tomorrow. Anyone else excited?!? I'm a dorkus and a half, but I'm always moved by the swearing in of our president. Also, I love hearing the poem read by the invited poet for each inauguration. Maya Angelou's poem for Bill Clinton's inauguration back in 1992 still stands out in my memory.
Okay, so that's not why I can't sleep, but needless to say, I just can't sleep. It was a good weekend: mindless watching of Top Chef online on Friday night, sleeping until 1 pm on Saturday only to be followed by "chillin'" at home, baking bread and other such things I can't recall, and today working out, hanging with cousins, and watching Paul Bart: Mall Cop.

Okay, so Mall Cop was AWESOME and I give it two very high thumbs up. The story felt fresh and well written to me, and there were still things in the film that I didn't feel like I'd seen rehashed in a million other comedies. Honestly, I loved it, and I laughed so hard that my stomach literally hurt! So funny!
Oh, I also watched the first disc in the first season of Samantha Who through Netflix. I won't lie, I LOVED the show and can't wait to get disc two this week some time.

The acting by Christina Applegate is really good, the story feels fresh, and you find yourself wanting to find out about Samantha's past as much as she does! See, in the first episode, she wakes up from being in a coma, and it's only episode by episode that you find out she was kind of a scummy person and now regrets it or wants to rectify it. For a short 30 minute weekly show, I'm thinking I might have to tune in for this one because it's pretty good! I'll have to see if there are catch up episodes for this season online so that I don't get all behind. :)
Well, none of this solves my problem of not being able to sleep. I'm just anxious about going to work in the morning. Sigh... No, I haven't been reading much lately, which is strange. I've been REALLY tired, and sleeping or dreaming of sleep at any given moment. I'm taking my mutli-vitamin every day now, bought some more fruit, exercising 4-5 times a week, and trying to unwind early so that I can get to bed early. Having said that, I better get off of here and try reading until I get sleepy. If all else fails, there's some Nyquil that's sure to do the trick! :)
Happy Inauguration tomorrow. Yay for the democratic process and that we get to elect our leaders!
Okay, so that's not why I can't sleep, but needless to say, I just can't sleep. It was a good weekend: mindless watching of Top Chef online on Friday night, sleeping until 1 pm on Saturday only to be followed by "chillin'" at home, baking bread and other such things I can't recall, and today working out, hanging with cousins, and watching Paul Bart: Mall Cop.

Okay, so Mall Cop was AWESOME and I give it two very high thumbs up. The story felt fresh and well written to me, and there were still things in the film that I didn't feel like I'd seen rehashed in a million other comedies. Honestly, I loved it, and I laughed so hard that my stomach literally hurt! So funny!
Oh, I also watched the first disc in the first season of Samantha Who through Netflix. I won't lie, I LOVED the show and can't wait to get disc two this week some time.

The acting by Christina Applegate is really good, the story feels fresh, and you find yourself wanting to find out about Samantha's past as much as she does! See, in the first episode, she wakes up from being in a coma, and it's only episode by episode that you find out she was kind of a scummy person and now regrets it or wants to rectify it. For a short 30 minute weekly show, I'm thinking I might have to tune in for this one because it's pretty good! I'll have to see if there are catch up episodes for this season online so that I don't get all behind. :)
Well, none of this solves my problem of not being able to sleep. I'm just anxious about going to work in the morning. Sigh... No, I haven't been reading much lately, which is strange. I've been REALLY tired, and sleeping or dreaming of sleep at any given moment. I'm taking my mutli-vitamin every day now, bought some more fruit, exercising 4-5 times a week, and trying to unwind early so that I can get to bed early. Having said that, I better get off of here and try reading until I get sleepy. If all else fails, there's some Nyquil that's sure to do the trick! :)
Happy Inauguration tomorrow. Yay for the democratic process and that we get to elect our leaders!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
"The Author's Epitaph, Made By Himself"

Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
Pieter Bruegel the Elder (1525-1569)
Here's the painting mentioned on the list.
Also, check out "The Author's Epitaph, Made By Himself" by Sir Walter Raleigh.
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