tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91477166417978540662011-12-18T15:04:58.864-03:30I live in imaginary worlds.Snazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13067811993687045270noreply@blogger.comBlogger4841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147716641797854066.post-41909839698182573382011-11-14T00:56:00.001-03:302011-11-14T00:58:10.494-03:30

Hello all! This is just a quick announcement to say that I finally became fed up with separating my blogs four different ways. I've consolidated to one, and the link is here. New Site! It's not much better that this one, but the content is (slightly) more frequent. Thank you!

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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room William Wordsworth Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison,

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Elegy for Jane Theodore Roethke My Student, Thrown by a Horse I remember the neck curls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a sidling pickerel smile; And how, once startled into talk, the light syllables leaped for her, And she balanced in the delight of her thought, A wren, happy, tail into the wind, Her song trembling the twigs and small branches. The shade sang with her; The

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Planetarium Adrienne Rich Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750-1848) astronemer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster a monster in the shape of a woman the skies are full of them a woman    'in the snow among the Clocks and instruments or measuring the ground with poles' in her 98 years to discover 8 comets she whom the moon ruled like us levitating into the

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A Kite is a Victim Leonard Cohen A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls gentle enough to call you master, strong enough to call you fool; because it lives like a desperate trained falcon in the high sweet air, and you can always haul it down to tame it in your drawer. A kite is a fish you have already caught in a pool where no fish come, so you play him carefully and

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I just survived a Philosophy Intensive, which means that in the last 30 hours, 12 of them were spent in a class covering Analytic Philosophy. Huh, and when you put it like that it doesn't look too bad. Suddenly I feel less hardcore than I did before I started this post. Anyhow, one of the things were were covering in class was the work of Ludwig Wittgenstein, specifically his work on language.

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The secretary chant Marge Piercy My hips are a desk From my ears hang chains of paper clips. Rubber bands form my hair My breasts are wells of mimeograph ink. My feet bear casters. Buzz. Click. My head is a badly organized file. My head is a switchboard where crossed lines crackle. Press my fingers and in my eyes appear credit and debit. Zing. Tinkle. My navel is a reject button. From my mouth

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HYPOTHESESM John Terpstra The location and number of stars in the sky is determined by the trajectory of individual branch tips, each of which bears responsibility for a single pinprick of light.      As well, the individual bent of each branch is the result of its having scanned the black dome for an unlit location.      These are, of course, preposterous hypotheses, and it is likely that only

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For International Studies, I got to read a bonus book, and the one I chose was Dark Age Ahead, by Jane Jacobs. (It was awesome.) The main crux of the argument that Ms. Jacobs puts forward is that North American society is heading for a Dark Age, because of the decline of certain pillars of our civilization. And she points out that a Dark Age occurs when a civilization no longer even knows what

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Metaphor states a mystery. It collapses the membrane between the thing itself and the image of it. The formulation is that of an equation, X=Y. But unlike mathematical equations, metaphor participates in absurdity, because X is also utterly different from Y. Say the moon is a thumbtack in the sky. A the risk of belabouring the obvious, the moon is not like a thumbtack in most senses. It does not

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Holy Sonnet X John Donne Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou are not soe, For, those, who thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but they pictures bee, Much pleasre, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe got, Rest of their bones, and soules

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She dwelt among the untrodden ways William Wordsworth She dwelt among the untrodden ways     Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise     And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone     Half hidden from the eye! --Fair as a star, when only one     Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could known     When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and,

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The cat's song Marge Piercy Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother's forgotten breast. Let us walk in the woods, says the cat. I'll teach you to read the tabloid of scents, to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt. Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your

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Love a child is ever criing Lady Mary Wroth Love a child is ever criing    Please him, and hee straite is flying,    Give him hee the more is craving    Never satisfi'd with having; His desires have noe measure,    Endles folly is his treasure    What hee promiseth hee breaketh    Trust nott one word that he speaketh; He vowes nothing butt faulce matter,    And to cousen you hee'l flatter,    

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International Studies class was today! So far it's always been interesting, both because of the subject matter and because I never have any idea what to expect. ;-) At any rate, today we popped up to the Algonquin Hotel in Saint Andrew's to listen to a talk. (Related note-- that hotel won at life. They had free coffee and the building was FABULOUS. The main thrust of the talk was about how

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The Art of Response Audre Lorde The first answer was incorrect the second was sorry      the third trimmed its toenails on the Vatican steps the fourth went mad the fifth nursed a grudge until it bore twins that drank poisoned grape joyce in Jonestown the sixth    wrote a book about it the seventh argued a case before the Supreme Court against taxation on Girl Scout Cookies the eighth held a

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Sonnet 116 William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true mindes Admit impediments, love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever fixed marke That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandring barke, Whose worths unknowne, although his higth be taken. Lov's not Times foole, though rosie lips and

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Night of the Scorpion Nissim Ezekiel I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of rice. Parting with his poison--flash of diabolic tail in the dark room-- he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies and buzzed the Name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One. With candles and with lanterns

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The Flea John Donne Marke but this flea, and marke in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea, our two bloods mingled bee; Though know's that this cannot be said A sinne, nor shame, nor losse of maidenhead,      Yet this enjoyed before it wooe,      And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two      And this, alas, is more than

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I fear failing. I fear that if I fail at anything I will hate myself, and everyone else will hate me too. People who like me will be disappointed and lose interest in me, and everyone else will mock and despise me. On the one hand, this can be a good motivator to-- for example-- really pay attention to the instructions at work. But on the other hand, I have many times in the past decided it

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Ode on Melancholy John Keats 1 No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist        Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wing;   Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd        By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;   Make not your rosary of yew-berries,        Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be            Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl   A partner in your sorrow's

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A Late Aubade Richard Wilbur You could be sitting now in a carrel Turning some liver-spotted page, Or rising in an elevator-cage Towards Ladies' Apparel. You could be planting a raucous bed Of salvia, in rubber gloves, Or lunching through a screed of someone's loves With pitying head, Or making some unhappy setter Heel, or listening to a bleak Lecture on Schonenbuerg's serial technique. Isn't

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightening they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have

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Prayer (I) George Herbert Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age     God's breath in man returning to his birth,     The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth; Engine against th' Alimightie, sinners towre,     Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,     The six-daise world-transposing in an houre, A kinde of tune, which all things heare

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IS/NOT Margaret Atwood Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you are not my doctor you are not my cure, nobody has that power, you are merely a fellow/traveler. Give up this medical concern, buttoned, attentive, permit yourself anger and permit me mine which needs neither your approval nor your surprise which does not

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One Art Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing father, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will

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Pied Beauty Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things--     For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;         For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;     Landscape plotted and pieced-fold, fallow, and plough;          And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange;    

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Love Calls Us to the Things of This World Richard Wilbur      The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple as false dawn.                         Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.      Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses, Some are in smocks: but truly there they are. Now they are

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Nothing-- Jonathan Toon Last week was the first International Studies class, and clearly we had to do one of those "go around the table and say your name and something interesting about yourself" ice-breakers. I'm usually a fan of those events, because, well, you learn interesting things about your classmates! This time, though, we did things a little differently. The information we were to

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i thank You God for most this amazing day e.e. cummings i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky:and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday:this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening

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Fire and Ice Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

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The Word Alden Nowlan Though I have the gift of tongues and can move mountains, my words are nothing compared with yours, though you only look up from my arms and whisper my name. This is not pride because I know it is not my name that you whisper byt a sign between us, like the word that was spoken at the beginning of the world and will be spoken again only when the world ends. This is not

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Ten Years and More Miriam Waddington When my husband lay dying a mountain a lake three cities ten years and more lay between us: There were our sons my wounds and theirs, despair loneliness, handfuls of un- hammered nails pictures never hung all The uneaten meals and unslept sleep: there was retirement, and worst of all a green umbrella he can never take back. I wrote him a letter but all

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Wanda Why Aren't You Dead Wanda Coleman wanda when are you gonna wear your hair down wanda. that's a whores's name wanda why ain't you rich wanda you know no man in his right mind want a          ready-made family why don't you lose weight wanda why are you so angry how come your feet are so goddamn big can't you afford to move out of this hell hole if i were you were you were you wanda what is

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Untitled Erin Bow What can heal us? Like men who have lost legs, we cannot be restored, but the tumbling world makes lights of us-- the sea turns glass to milk. A teacup handle is a tool for divination. Source

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Introduction to Poetry Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him prove his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to

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NEXT WEEK WE ENTER LEVEL TWO, IF I GET PAST THIS BOSS FIGHT THIS WEEKEND. Ahem. No really, things are going pretty well for me! I am basically flirting with Death financially, but I have at least until the end of the month until I start paying my line of credit with my Visa and thereby escalating to making out with Death. Hopefully before that time I can get a job. In hopes for AVOIDING keeping

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I suppose at this point parties interested in what I have to say on this blog and also reading calendars might have noticed that I am not longer in Clarion. Hahahah, I said "parties." It's funny cause it's plural. And therefore obviously a lie. Ahem. Back to my graceful intro to this blog post! First-Week instructor Nina doing a reading at Mysterious Galaxy. Many of my classmates are

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The obligatory picture of the view from my hotel room. Guess what? I'm in San Diego! Yes, the palm trees were a bit of a tip off, I'm sure. I flew in two days early for Clarion to let me start to get over jet lag, which bit of planning I am profoundly grateful for. I got in at noon local time, which my body thought was 4:30, on two hours sleep having woken up at 2 am. I stayed up for another

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So I was in the mall today, thinking about mobility and identity and relationships, and questions of trust. As one does? (There were people I didn't know in the food court and they looked at me, because while in a mall I walk at a speed slightly above "speed walk" but and only just below "run." And this is always inspiring to think about relationships. Don't ask questions.) Anyways, this brought

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Guess who just applied for student loans? THAT'S RIGHT I DID. I ROCK. Well, I mean, I got most of the way through. I just have to declare officially that I didn't lie on my application, and then wait to be turned down! It's a wonderful weight off my shoulders! Yes, I'm not the MOST confident. This happens when every-time you look at a standardized application you don't fit on it. None of my

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Today is the 21st of May. I leave the country on the 24th of June, at 5 am. So the days in which I am able to get my to-do list worked on number 34. And the to-do list is comprised of the following items. Write 7 short stories.  I promised! Move house Clean the house from top to bottom,  pack all the things,  move all the things. Twice Yes, three weeks after I do it once, I get to do it again. 

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For reasons that seemed good at the time, this morning I have drunk two coffees, a tea and a French vanilla. All before 10:00 AM. I'm now trying to remember how to blink. 

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My sister is visiting me this week, and perhaps in reaction to the 3 weeks previous I spent alone, we've been doing a lot of talking. And since she's recently returned from L'Abri, and I have in the past shown some interest in philosophy, we've been talking a lot about the purpose of life, the value of entertainment, plans for the future, and suchlike. Your usual basic conversation topics. :D

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When I moved to town, I had this wonderful mental plan all worked out. By walking distances and up and down hills carrying groceries and such all the time, I'd finally get a proper cardiovascular system! *throws confetti* It has been a lifelong goal of mine to finally get to the point where I can exert myself at all without practically sucking the leaves off of trees I pass, so this plan was

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So, at work, one of the customers said "Oh, what a lovely accent," and I assumed she was talking about me. Not that I assume naturally that my accent is "lovely," but I've been told enough times that I have one, that one of my core beliefs is that I "talk funny." So I smiled, and said "mine?" Nope. It turns out she was referring to my english co-worker, and clarified this by saying. "No, you're

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“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work

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I'm home for a whole week! I took the bus on Friday, (got up at 5:50 in order to stop by the metrobus lost and found and pick up by wallet (cause I lost my wallet on Thursday, did I mention this?)) and I've been back home for MULTIPLE DAYS. It's been lovely. :D *pause* Okay, when you get the bright idea to pry the command key off your computer so you can clean underneath it, DON'T DO IT. Just

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Because sometimes instead of rushing home from work and staring at a white page, I need to take the long route on foot. And then I stopped for coffee.

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I have big news. Big news that's been under a publication ban, none the less, so I've had a while to think up clever intros for this blog post. And all the clever intros that I've managed aren't really that clever, so I'll just go for it. I got into Clarion 2011. Wait, what, you say? What are you talking about? Well, remember that blog post I wrote a little while ago about this workshop I

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Yesterday was my day off, (since I work Saturday this week), and I went all around town! Actually I went to the two places I traditionally go, downtown and up by the university, but that's almost all over town, right? YES, exactly, I'm totally right. ^_^ Due to issues which I'd previously mentioned about MUN, I was going to the university to REJECT THEM. I suppose I could phrase that as "

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Because you'll forget your bus fare and have to stop at a tiny ABM that charges you MONEY and get some change! Oh, the HORROR! But you know, given that this day is famous for stabbing, I think I got off okay. All told. But yes! This is just a fast check in to let you know that I haven't had Caffeine in four full days, and I am STILL ALIVE. Even the headaches are mostly gone, since I was down to

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As you may have noticed by the presence of people with ashes on their foreheads walking around, today is the first day of lent. This seems as good a time as any to announce that I have the intention of giving up caffeine. I'm just switching to tea until Saturday, where I'm planning on going to decaf. That was a very disconcerting sentence to write. But yes, I realized I was actually using

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First things first. Until today, I'd only ever been inside of Starbucks that were contained in Chapters bookstores. (Like a surprise filling!) Because of that, I had this idea that I knew how to get along in a Starbucks. Today I found that no, what I know how to get along in is a Chapters. I went to a stand-alone Starbucks, and it was just weird. I used all the wrong words, and there weren't

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I've been mostly internet-absent of late, which you may or may not have noticed. Okay, so I like to lurk a lot and sometimes you can't tell if I've been viewing things or not, IS THAT A CRIME? Ahem. I don't even know what I'm saying here. Oh right, internet absence and WHY. Well, you see, after the whole debacle with getting my computer to work again, I decided the best thing to do would be to

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It's almost March. That would probably be a good time to officially declare my intention to participate in the story siren's Debut Author Challenge for 2011. I'll be reading at least twelve debut books during this year, and I'll review them here. So consider this my notice of intent to review. I'll update this post with names and titles and dates when I have a brain left. Edit: So here's

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When your beta readers inform you that those characters whose interaction you based on your platonic relationship with your guy friends is full of sexual tension.

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Today was my day off, and as is becoming tradition, I went up to MUN to see if they would let me study there. Last time I went to bother people it was very successful, as I was admitted to first year. ^_^ This time I went to see if I could get my first year of Augustine transferred in, so I could start into second year. And let's just say the results this time were not so phenomenal... *sigh*

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Intermission Double Basses! I went to the NSO's Masterworks show, where as a James Ehnes was guesting, playing a 3 hundred year old violin. Suffice it to say that I now understand the fuss about virtuoso violinists. And violins. At the end of Meditation From The Opera Thais, (Jules Massenet), everyone was silent. I could actually hear people inhale together before they applauded. And speaking

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So, my life continues apace! I got called into work today, which I had planned for as my day off. At first I was all despondent at the loss of my freedom, and it took some serious pep talking to get me to stop grumbling at the tea pot. But it turned out really well, overall. Apparently in planning for my day I'd given myself 2 hours of work crammed into 10 hours, because when I knew someone was

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So originally I started one blog, to keep my family to date on what was going on with my life. Then I started writing, and I wanted to post about that, so I started another blog. And then for a while I stopped writing, and the second blog became more of a reading blog. And then I looked at my blogs and realized that my second blog had become almost entirely a review blog, which was never my

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These are in no particular order, because getting them all picked and pictured was HARD, and I don't want to try messing with the HTML again. *Tired Medusa is Tired* I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill YouAlly Carter So I have a history of liking school stories. I may have read all the school stories in all the local libraries moved past that stage, but I still have a certain

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This is one of those lists that is super arbitrary. It's put together in an evening when I'm sleep deprived and a morning when I need coffee, working purely from the memory of what books I'm looking forward to. And it looks like all the writers are girls. Hum. Demonglass, Rachel Hawkins.  Goodreads Description. I really enjoyed the first book, and following Ms. Hawkins' blog and twitter only

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This picture pleases me. You're Welcome. I want a flaming maelstrom in my room! Perhaps this shows you a little too much about my personality. Oops? But at any rate, I have asked you here so I can talk at you about what I accomplished this year. I suppose this should be the part where I refer back to my resolutions from last year, but I'd prefer to, er, not do that. They say you should start

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Themis Academy is a school for the exceptional students. Athletes, artists, academics, they're all brought in and placed in a setting where they can thrive. They're trusted to behave in an honourable manner, The Themis Way, and they do. Which is why, when Alex makes the mistake of getting blackout drunk at a concert and is date raped, she feels she has nowhere to turn. Who can she tell who will

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Cassia's world is perfect. Everyone is assigned a job which suits their skills and interests, health care, entertainment, recreation and food are provided by The Society, and they live long, healthy lives. If they decide they want to be married, they are paired with their perfect match, selected from the many thousands of possible people looking for a relationship, and they live happily ever

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It might be a reflection on my character that it took an alternate history to make me care about the Napoleonic war. But let me tell you, in this story I CARED. I had to bold that to give you the full effect. I got a bit emotional about it. *coughs* *Looks at Team Duke of Wellington t-shirt.* Just a bit emotional. And yes, the story. Because of reasons in the last book which I'm not going to

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So I go back to my May drafts, and LO AND BEHOLD. This one isn't written, much less published. Face, meet palm. Now in the last book, a lot of spoilery stuff happened. Which I'm not going to tell you about. I'm saving my spoilery reviews for the next book. :D Heh. Heh. Heh. Anyways, just about right after Temeraire and the crew left for China in book two, dragons in England started coughing and

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You may have noticed my continuing, obsessive desire to read Beth Revis's Across The Universe. This is an obsession you should share. Or at least pretend to share, and then you can give me your copy. The hard cover has a reversible dust jacket, okay? With ship schematics. I am crying tears over the sheer awesomeness of that, right now. Dust Jacket one way- -Dust Jacket t'other way. And this

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Note: I thought I had this reviewed in May. FAIL. TERRIBLE FAIL. So in the last book, our jolly crew started heading home from Asia. Everyone is VERY happy to be free of the political machinations of the Chinese Court- BUT LOOK, over there in the hills! Yep, that is Ms. Political Machinations herself, Lien, the white dragon. How will they get home NOW? Most of the book, at least the way I

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Over the past year I've become interested in Debut authors, as I think is evident from the sidebar, with it's 2010 Debut Challenge piece. :P And I've ALWAYS loved SF and dystopian fiction. So I definitely started following The League of Extraordinary Writers. Five 2011 debut authors writing SF about dystopian futures? YES PLEASE. And if those authors are Beth Revis, Julia Karr, Angie Smibert,

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It's entirely possible that I misspelled my title. I can't get it to not look wrong, now This nano was an experience I was not expecting. I have devoted my life to writing in November for the past two years, (my family can attest to this) and word count has never been the issue. I mean yes, I usually burned out at about day 25, but I was already at 66,000 words, or some such thing. And then

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(Title quote from online conversations. Where all the insanity happens.) I've learned so much this Nano. Like how I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE SAME SUBJECTS. Governments, Trust, Grief and Family, oh HAI! And colourful hair. That seems to be a theme. (And Fire. Heh.) And also how what seems to be easy writing is actually based on MONTHS of thinking about the story, the characters, and how it all fits

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So yesterday I wrote a little over a thousand words! *cringes* Please don't shoot me! I tried! I just- got distracted by other characters? Alright, that is an excuse and not even a very good one. I'll try to do better. I HAVE to do better, or I'm not going to finish. So yeah. *nods* Note to self. Concentration is for cool people. Look into that. And now I need another interview so I can

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Today, at work, my plot finally arrived. It may have been fifteen days late, but it's HERE! Which really means I need characters. I realized, (belatedly, I know,) that my brain was still stuck on short stories. In them, you really only need one character trait, or maybe two. There just isn't time to fit other things in them? And now I'm trying long form again. MUST SHUNT MY BRAIN ONTO NEW TRACK.

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So, as you may have heard, Nano is HARD. Picture's worth a thousand words? Darn it, I just need eight more pictures to catch up. ^_^ And it just continues to BE hard. Gosh and Golly, it continues to be hard. This may be for a myriad of reasons, including my lack of plot, the fact that all my characters are the same person, or even the rest of my life, which is devouring my brain, soul and

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Words I should be at: 11,669 Words I am at: 7,519 Stories within Stories: 3 Characters who don't have names yet, despite being featured prominently: 2 This has been- hard. Despite what I've been accused of, I do NOT have words on tap. I'm pretty much dry, this year. :P And the fact that I never have any idea where my story is going is also- fun. Basically I've been motivating myself for a week

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Something about November? It starts TOMORROW? You mean, in 70 minutes? Well, this would be a good time to announce that I am planning on Nanoing. See my Handy Dandy badge in the side bar for proof. :D I'm doing a SF story that I have done entirely NO planning for, and I'm still trying to finish a short story for a competition in the next 70 minutes. So yes. Expect deteriorating levels of

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I'm gonna steal the description from Goodreads, because it's said better than all the ones I was working on. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was a truly extraordinary Viking Hero. Warrior chieftain, awesome sword-fighter and amateur naturalist, he was known throughout Vikingdom as 'The Dragon Whisperer', on account of his amazing power over these terrifying beasts. But it wasn't always like that.

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"Ohmigod. Damn. Double rainbow. So intense."I presume you've seen the video. You know, the guy who's crying over the rainbow? That is just about the emotional reaction I had to this book. It's so beautiful... What does it mean? Ahem. I used to read mysteries with obsessive, almost irrational hunger. Then I moved into reading Fantasy and writing SF, but that's another story. What I am talking

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I said I would review everything I read for the read-a-thon. But next year I'm not going to do that, because when that is just not fair to the book. I mean, I barely remember this one. I started reading it at about three in the morning? And most of the book I spent my time propping my eyes open and muttering "where are the EXPLOSIONS?" at the page. (Hint: there were not as many explosions as I'd

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This is another book I read during the readathon. At the time that I read it I had already been reading for 21 hours and it was six in the morning. And now since then said sister has brought it back to the library. So i'm working from my (very fuzzy) memory. Felix is one of a family of well mannered, loving Deadly Recluse spiders who happen to be super toxic, and they live in the symphony hall.

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I was actually supposed to read 1st Samuel, which makes more sense. !st Samuel is all about how awesome David is. 2nd Samuel is more like LET"S ALL WATCH IT FALL APART. Thoughts: Someone needs to stop Joab. He takes his personal vengeance WAY too seriously. I don't care how good of a general he is. Someone needs to go to David, and say "Dude, this man is stabbing people in front of the whole

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So, for the readathon, two people got me to read books of the bible. Part of the promise was that I would review ALL books I read, so here goes. :P Song of Solomon, or Song of Songs, as it's also know, was very interesting to read. I mean, it's about physical love. Between a man and (one of) his wives. Serious I'M TOO YOUNG moments happened frequently. There was a lot of glistening. And myrrh,

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So you're a city kid who've been sent out to an exile in a small town named Odyssey- obviously when you hear about an old abandoned mansion you go to explore it. And when you hear mysterious voices behind a closed door, you go to investigate those voices. Kyle thinks this is OBVIOUS. Anna thinks they should go home. Kyle kinda gets his way. It's hard to tell, since he fell through the floor into

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Farmer Brown never thought much of of the old typewriter in the barn, until the day the cows found it. Now there's a strike going on, demands are being made on both sides, and the ducks are serving as neutral arbitration. The farmer hasn't had milk or eggs in days. WHERE WILL IT END? Okay, so this cautionary tale about the perils of education* was quietly hilarious. I mean, I expected it to

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In this charming rhyming book, a baby Llama goes around asking all his friends who their mamas are. I'm not a great out-loud reader, (minimal acting skills or emotions,) but the meter was fun, and even I could fall into the rhythm of the question and answer. Now as this is a picture book, the text is only one part of the story. Steven Kellogg illustrated this one, and I admit to being a fan of

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So, I have a serious backlog of books that I've read and not reviewed. Also, Nanowrimo is coming up. I know well that I get a trifle obsessed with writing during the month of November. I have been known to consider all things that aren't putting words in order to be sins, including working, eating, sleeping... I know that reviewing won't happen in November. I'll be lucking if SHOWERING happens

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1. Which hour was most daunting for you? Uh, what was between three and six am? I only started laying into the caffeine at six, and then I was magically ready to go. Plus my siblings came down to ooze energy around. 2. Could you list a few high-interest books that you think could keep a Reader engaged for next year? NOT Emma. NOT Star Wars: 501. Ummmmmmmmmm. I'd say stick with authors you know?

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Books Completed: 10 Emma, Jane Austen (Sponsored Book) Is Your Momma a Llama? Written by Deborah Guarino, Illustrated by Steven Kellogg (Sponsored Book) CLICK, CLACK, MOO. Cows That Type. By Doreen Cronin. Pictures by Betsey Lewis (Sponsored Book) Paranormalcy, Kiersten White 2nd Samuel, GOD, (Sponsored Book) Passages: Darien's Rise, Paul McCusker (Sponsored Book) Unnatural Death, Dorothy L.

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Books Completed: 9 Emma, Jane Austen (Sponsored Book) Is Your Momma a Llama? Written by Deborah Guarino, Illustrated by Steven Kellogg (Sponsored Book) CLICK, CLACK, MOO. Cows That Type. By Doreen Cronin. Pictures by Betsey Lewis (Sponsored Book) Paranormalcy, Kiersten White 2nd Samuel, GOD, (Sponsored Book) Passages: Darien's Rise, Paul McCusker (Sponsored Book) Unnatural Death, Dorothy L.

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So I'm more than a little bit in love with Lord Peter Wimsey now. SO excellent. Um, Um, Um. Okay, I'm flagging. These posts will probably be mainly stats from now on. But now I get some Spite, and then read some more BIBLE! Huzzah for my lovely sponsors. OH, and I'm participating in the wordle mini-challenge, because wordles are pretty. :D I used my lately rant about Storm Glass,

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1. What are you reading right now? I am just about to dive into Dorthy L. Sayers' Unnatural Death 2. How many books have you read so far? 6, babeh. :D And yes, two of those were picture books and one of those was a book of the bible, but come on. I also read Emma. 3. What book are you most looking forward to for the second half of the Read-a-thon? Hehehehe. Heheheheh. Heheheheh. I have no idea

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I BROKE A THOUSAND PAGES. Nch Nch Nch. Also, so far I've been reading a lot of sexism. That's entertaining. Books Completed: 6 Emma, Jane Austen (Sponsored Book) Is Your Momma a Llama? Written by Deborah Guarino, Illustrated by Steven Kellogg (Sponsored Book) CLICK, CLACK, MOO. Cows That Type. By Doreen Cronin. Pictures by Betsey Lewis (Sponsored Book) Paranormalcy, Kiersten White 2nd Samuel,

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Okay, so I just finished Paranormalcy, and that was bleeping awesome. And- the deaths hurt. A lot. I LOVED the snark, and I'm looking forward to seeing some moral questions dealt with in the sequel. Longer review coming later. :P Now I think I'll tackle some Bible. My Grandmother sponsored me to read Second Samuel. :P A lot of "and he was worse than all the kings before him, and he died to no

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Currently I'm hanging out in a sunspot. This meets with my complete approval. :D Oh, and I'm done with Emma. w00t! It was lovely, though my WORD those people talk a lot, and it went on for a while at the end. Then I read two picture books I was sponsored to read, out loud to my siblings, with laryngitis. :P Now I think I will tackle something more my style. Yay for Paranormalcy! Books

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Yes, I'm STILL reading Emma, by Jane Austen. Thoughts; I am distressed by the lack of explosions. My WORD do they have the awesomest put-downs or What? Golly! Sly humour ftw. Also, I'm marrying Mr. Knightly. Ah-huh. Books Completed: None Pages Read: 271 Coffees: 1 If you wanna sponsor my reading to help kids with Cancer, you do that HERE. Books I've pledged to read in 24 hours: 7

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Augh, I've been reading for an hour, and I just realized that I never did my start post! Augh! Augh! Ahem. I'm reading Emma, by Jane Austen. And oh my word, the cringe-inducing DRAMA. Mr. Knightly is the only person I don't wanna punch in the FACE. If you wanna sponsor me to help kids with Cancer, you do that HERE. Books I've already pledged to read in 24 hours: 7

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Ellie Spencer is attending boarding school in New Zealand. Note to readers: this is not a "jolly school story." Minimal shades of Enid Blyton. (heheheheh) Ahem. Ellie isn't what you'd call a social butterfly. Or outstanding in any discernible way, really. I mean yes, she has her black belt in Tae Kwon Do, but she hasn't practiced in a year or more. She's slumping along through school work in

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