News for April 2011

Master of Conversation

One of the things that I noticed in Murakami’s work is how talkative everyone is in his novels, not everyone, but in any given conversation there would obviously be one character that likes to talk, a lot, and they did a lot of talking.

I’ve never realized this, but it’s a lot of work to write conversation.

how to make it natural, how to make it flow…how to make it believable, how to make people think that at this given situation, however crazy the situation is, these people are talking and these words are coming out of their mouth in the most elegant sense, there is no script for them to read, and as a reader, you’re forced to believe it, and without being forced, you believe it anyway…

im just curious …

maybe i’ve never noticed it, maybe everyone talks a lot but i NEVER realized it because they aren’t actually talking

im making no sense now

Posted: April 29th, 2011
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37: Bossypants

I’m only half way through Skipp dies STILL. But I finished Tina Fey’s new book in two sittings, would’ve been once except that I had to go to sleep.

Okay basically enough, I would just tell you whether I would recommend or not recommend the book! I would recommend the book if you like Tina Fey and laughter and 30 Rock.

I did not plan on reading the book but then I watched this….

it’s about an hour, so you’re going to do something about your time planning..and what not.

It’s actually only half an hour, you can definitely skip the Q&A, if you really don’t hate time, skip all of the Q&A, if you have some time, skip only the google employee Q&A.

If I met Tina Fey, what would I ask her? This is what I would ask her, in decreasing order of importance.

1. hi, i’m gonna want to apply to be a writer on any of the NBC Thursday line up, i’m just wondering if you could get me an application form or direct me to a website of application forms?
2. hi tina, can you sign my shirt?
3. HI tina, can you get me an autograph from Amy Poehler?
4. Hi tina, how do you think I could capitalize this meeting with you into some fame for myself?

and after I’ve figured out how to make myself famous / rich / important via her, only then I would start on the type of food she likes to eat and where to buy that sandwich they kept talking about on 30 rock, and AFTER all of that would I really care about how she balances life and family, or how hard work has brought her to where she is today.

And the people that asked her questions probably felt the same way that I did, they asked questions that were so generic and boring that they should not be given the status of a google employee.

With all Q & A sessions, they all suck, every single one of them, the questions suck so much, especially that awkward girl that said Glee sucked and how it could be improved if Tina Fey wrote it, way to suck up…

Glee is okay, it’s not for me though.

in this case, the questions sucked MORE because everybody TRIED to be funny in front of Tina (in hopes of being given a job on the spot on 30 rock or something)

Right back to the book, she actually quotes verbatim from the book in the interview, so basically if you’re planning to read the book, don’t bother with the video, everybody is fucking awkward, and I know awkward, they are awkward.

I like how tina brought her own bottled water than to drink the Fiji water, I heard there’s problems…

But for the most part, I enjoyed it very much, I didn’t even know she had a daughter or that she was married! This is how much I care about the celebrities that I like….

Right, so read it, if you like Tina, 30 Rock, people, funny things, laughing, swearing and so on.

Tina’s parents have google alerts set on her name, HI Tina’s parents, can I get a gig please?


Oh hey, guess what, it’s THURSDAY!

Posted: April 28th, 2011
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38: Skippy Dies

by Paul Murray

it’s quite big, so im not finished, but eventually i’ll fill this in!

i didnt even fill in last weeks. i feel bad! oh wells ;_;


May 3rd 2011

1:32 AM i feel like i’ve been tricked into reading a 600 page book…

1:36 AM still not finished…

1:41 AM: …im so far in, i dont want to give up now…

1:55 AM: im done, just realized i could’ve avoided scanning the last 20 pages if i just read the closing chapter… Well I don’t recommend it that’s for sure, I have a hard time liking characters it seemed….
some really bad shit go down in this book and if i say Catholic Boys School I’m sure you’ll know what it is….
I didn’t learn any Irish slang as I had hoped, the only word that came up was SPA like “that’s so spa” in a bad way not like “that’s so fetch” which never caught on anyway…
Taking note to not send future children to catholic boarding schools…
Also it was pretty disappointing that nobody “stood up” to the bad guy and really kind of just ignored the whole thing; see above, catholic boys school, if you don’t know what ‘event’ took place, just think about what kind of news (negative) circulates the CATHOLIC church…

i like seeing people getting what they deserve and the only person that tried to be honest and good kind of just gave in to “life” because it’s too “exhausting” and signed a confidential agreement..


i dont know …. it seems like our imagination couldn’t even serve up some justice…

the rich don’t pay tax
people do bad things but it’s alright as long as it doesn’t damage anybody’s reputation…


good thing i believe in karma..
even if it doesn’t hit you, it’ll hit somebody you love
that’s often more than painful

even if karma isn’t real, but i can at least with a peaceful mind, else how will i go to sleep at night when everyones driving themselves into a deeper depth of evil?

for some reason i really do foresee the end of the world..

i hope not though

Posted: April 24th, 2011
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39: This side of Paradise

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

okok… unable to write about it today but i will soon! i really.. well
i dont know how to explain it, this book both bored and fascinated me.

my favorite character hands down is amory blaine’s mentor, T. Darcy (recalling his name from memory, hopefully it’s correct). HES SO WISE!

which in turn makes me think, F SCOTTY F is SO WISE! Especially he wrote it when he was so young, what an observant young man.

i will write up a full entry when i get the chance.

Posted: April 17th, 2011
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what are you reading?

i don’t know what to read…
so many books
so many books that NEED to be read, like catch-22
or This side of Paradise
but i want to read something funny, i want to laugh.

so far, everything that claimed itself to be funny all seemed to be inside jokes that i wasn’t getting…

le sigh

i’m willing to cry too
what you got for me?

what are you reading?

recommend please!

Posted: April 13th, 2011
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40: The Prince and the Pauper

by Mark Twain

a very famous story so I think everyone knows it.
I always have a really hard time reading anything that’s not modern, so pretty much everything that’s classical.

In school when everyone studied Hamlet I avoided it like the plague, on the language, so nice, but what the hell are they saying.

I really don’t have anything to say about this other than that I’ll work hard and read more classical works in the future so I’ll have an easier time in the future, and maybe then i’ll have more to say.

Posted: April 10th, 2011
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41: The Perks of Being a Wall Flower

by Stephen Chobosky

making up for last week

First things first, MTV publishes books?!?!?! If solely based on this book, they have a fairly good taste in literature I’m just wondering what’s wrong with their TV programming department…

Second things second: Charlie sure cries a lot, I honestly cannot say that I’ve ever seen a boy cry, at anything, happiness, sadness, or pain. Maybe because I live an incredibly sheltered life.

This is another one of those books that I see constantly on tumblr, not as in people are talking about it, as in people are taking pictures of it on floral printed bedsheets with a long-haired girl that’s not wearing any pants.

yup, tumblr in a nutshell.

So basically the format of the novel is this boy, Charlie, who is in his freshmen at high school and he is writing letters to a stranger, literally a stranger, to Charlie too, well I guess not to Charlie but the recipient doesn’t know who Charlie is and Charlie is probably a pseudo name.
And Charlie deals with a lot of typical high school things, and when I say “typical” I mean typical american high school things. Charlie goes through some pretty dramatic things for a 15-16 year old. Not just from experience, but the amount of ‘shit’ that people go through isn’t a lot, statistically speaking, they just can’t go through that much stuff, then the psychiatrists are going to be extremely busy.

Charlie has these two friends who are seniors at their high school, Sam, a girl that he’s in love with, and Patrick, a gay guy who is ‘dating’ the quarterback (this part slipped my mind, I’m not sure what position he plays) of the school football team. They incidentally meet at a football game.

The way that this novel is written is …almost as if we’re seeing it through Charlie’s incredibly deadpanned face. Even though the writing style is like that, you would get teary eyed several times, but the only time I actually dropped a tear or two was when Charlie’s English teacher invites him over to tell him that he’s ‘special’….hmm I don’t know why I cried there, did you ever have an incredibly influential high school teacher? i’m going to ahead and say no…but I think I had an easy going enough relationship with all my teachers that I felt comfortable enough, ironically I was unable to even make eye contact with my university professors..

When I first started reading this book, I gave it the amount of prejudice I gave to all books that are strongly photographed on tumblr, which is a lot. But I really liked it, in the same sort of way, it is equally as contrived as Looking for Alaska was, some of the things that happened were, I suppose, equally as likely to happen or equally less likely to happen but for some reason, I really felt like it was real but with Alaska, it was just like, why are you putting me through this made up torture.

A lot of quotes were pulled from this book :D so i’ll type them up diligently now…

but seriously, Charlie cried a lot, publicly too, in front of the girl he likes too, is it because all the guys I know aren’t emotionally deep enough to cry? I really don’t know….

Page 19: Incidentally, Sam has brown hair and very very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn’t make a big deal about itself.

This sentence made me stop dead in my tracks and made me think that I wasn’t wasting my time, I don’t exactly know why…

page 29-30: My parents went to Ohio to see a very distance cousin get buried or married. I don’t remember which.

page 34: And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding!
I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it’s nice to know that they are a real person.

I think this too, sometimes when I get really mad at someone (like at a stranger or something) I could only try to make myself remember that they have people that love them and they must not be SO horrible.

page 50: I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.

I do that too actually, I am going to try and stay alive until xx day because there’s an album coming out on that day that I want to listen to. It sounds almost sadistic but I can’t think of any other way to live sometimes.

page 56: First, I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. Second, the fights are always the same.

True and untrue I think.

page 103: I feel great! I really mean it. I have to remember this for the next time I’m having a terrible week. Have you ever done that?

I do, all the time and I write it down, but when I’m upset I can’t even remember the times of when I wrote these things down, thoguh I think reading these things won’t really help..

page 156-157: “And if I’ll have an exposed brick wall. I’ve always wanted an exposed brick wall, so I can paint it. Know what I mean?”

page 172-173: The halls seemed different. And the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don’t know who plans these things.

page 166: “Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight.” That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn’t think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.

page 198: The inside jokes weren’t jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. and nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I think one of the prettiest sentences I’ve read in a while.

Posted: April 7th, 2011
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The princely James

I’m sorry, I didn’t even read a book this week, which means I’ll read and write up two next week, I didn’t feel like it. So to make it up to you, though I don’t know if anyone actually looks forward to these…I wrote this story, I thought it up last night when I went to bed, and I wrote it up now, man I didn’t really want to make it the way it turned out, but oh wells.

The boy with the princely aura.

There was a boy named James.

He has blonde curly hair, curls so fine that when he stands in the middle of the playground, he glows as if he he is an angel, he glows as if there is a crown on his head.
James is not a prince, his mother is not the queen, his dad is not the king.
James is not very tall for his age, this seems to be more obvious when he slouches, and he slouches often. When he walks or talks, he bends forward, head slightly tilted forward, and looks almost old, not older, but old.
When James walks by his classmates, they stand in line beside him, solemnly quiet, it was not an easy task to get such young people to be quiet, but for James, it resulted whether he had wanted it or not. His classmates didn’t know why they went quiet, they were neither freightened nor shocked, but they stood still in a completely straight line, waiting for James to pass.
James’ teacher is very nice, she brushes his curls out of his face whenever he stops by to talk. His teacher suggests for James to talk more often, to smile more often. But when James does speak, three grooves form on his forehead, they looks like wrinkles, it makes James look old again. His teacher would only laugh and pet his fine curly hair, like gold thread she would say, like gold thread, she would say.
James is one to have many worries, a very princely trait, he worries-a-many, like the royals might.
James sits by himself at lunch time, his lunch box is purple, royal purple, he thought to himself, completely convinced.
Maybe I really am a prince, James thought to himself one day. He didn’t know what this aura meant, he knew that people used that word when they described him sometimes, princely aura they would say. It seemed to be a positive trait, but it left him lonely and sad. James didn’t want to be lonely or sad.
One day, James took a shortcut after school, he didn’t know where he ended up, but he wasn’t scared. Princes are not scared, he told himself, he held his imaginary sword close to him and ventured forward. There were trees, tall grass, and small creatures lurking near by, though James couldn’t see them. He had come to the conclusion that this small forest that he had stumbled upon, is indeed, magical.
So it came no surprise to him, when a rabbit came up to greet him. And no less, James greeted him in a princely manner.
“James, welcome.” The rabbit said.
“How do you do.” James replied, he shifted his two feet closer together, his toes pointed in different directions.
“You look sad, James.” The rabbit said.
“I am sad.” James replied, and without meaning to, he glanced off into the distance, James wasn’t sure why but he did this often, and often was troublesome.
“Why are you sad, James?” The rabbit asked.
“I don’t know why I am sad, perhaps it is because I don’t have any friends, perhaps it is not in my nature to have friends.” James replied, he returned his full gaze back to the rabbit, to his surprise, the one rabbit has become three, the other two rabbits stood at an angle behind the first one, they bowed but did not say anything.
“It is nice to have friends.” The second rabbit chimed in. “We can be your friends.”
“That’s very kind of you.” James replied.
James decided to sit down on the flat rockbed beside the large willow tree, the small animals began to gather around him, they looked at him intently and full of curiosity that James has never seen in an animal before, this only confirmed his notion of this forest being magical.
The sun began to set, but this did not bother the animals, they continue to gaze whistfully up at James, who seemed like a towering giant beside them.
“Am I a prince?” James asked after a long while.
“No, you’re not a prince.” A chipmunk replied immediately. This caught James by surprise.
“I assumed I was a prince, perhaps why people avoided me, people don’t seem to like princes.” James drooped his head down low, he placed his small hands on his knees, his plaid school uniform shorts were past his knees, they stuck out at an angle.
“Everyone likes you James, you just have to believe it.” A raccoon popped up from behind a bush.
“It is hard to believe when no one speaks to me.” James added, his eyes still glued on the ground.
“Perhaps you should speak first, to someone, someone that you like.” A rabbit replied, this time, a brown one.
“Is there anyone that you like?” A squirrel chimed in, “Anyone at all?”
James looked around his small kingdom with thoughtful gaze, even though the animals told him that he is not a prince, he’d like to believe that this is his kingdom. His mind wandered back to the playground, everyone’s eyes avoided him as he walked by, they must dislike him, else they wouldn’t do so.
But before James could reply, the animals started to chant his name, their voices faded in and out as many voices slowly shifted into one soft girlish cry.
“James, wake up!” A soft pink hand began to shake at him.
James opened his eyes slowly, his hand is scratched, and his knee is bleeding. A brown haired girl was sitting beside him, her eyes were filled with worry, and tears, James had liked to believe.
“James.” The girl smiled and wrapped her arms around his frail shoulders.
“Sarah…” James said. Sarah is a girl at his school, she has shoulder length brown hair and deep blue eyes, like the ocean, James thought, but that metaphor was much too often used.
“You fell down the hill, I wanted to get someone to help you, but I didn’t want to leave you alone.” Sarah said.
James brushed the dirt off of his shorts and stood up, Sarah followed suit. He looked around the small forest, what had once seemed overwhelming and lush, suddenly became pale in comparison, but very much realistic.
“Am I a prince?” James asked again.
“Only because I am a princess.” Sarah replied.

Posted: April 2nd, 2011
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