I have another six months with a lot of free time ahead of me and I would like to use it to catch up on books and movies.
So I have asked friends to recommend books and movies they think I would enjoy.
So far I got
Books
1. Miriam Toews "Summer Of My Amazing Luck" is about welfare Mom's living in a government housing project in Winnipeg. Her dialogue and outlook is hilarious.
2. Anita Brookner "Hotel Dulac" is a short read about an older woman counting up what her life has meant. Won the Booker for good reason.
3. Brothers Karamazov for the "onion analogy" if for nothing else.
4. Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs.
movies
If (1968)
Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
i guess i m a difficult person.
I cannot stand whiners. Losers. Giveuppers. In fact, won'teventriers.
Those people who always have this miserable look about them, never smiling, or satisfied, not able to enjoy or appreciate. They find life shitty, nothing but shitty and they have to let everyone around them know just how shitty their miserable little life is.
They won't actually say it. They... perspire it. It is audible in their voice, legible in their walk. I cannot bear the stench off of their faces.
They attract drama into their life -well in fact, they do not wait until it comes to them, they would go after it even if they had to crawl. Sometimes they will even beg for it. That's what they do to entertain and, alas, distract themselves from this seemingly impossible practice of you know, living, day in and day out. Of course drama gives them so much more to whine about, more reasons to prove to themselves and everyone how bad they have it.
How they suffer. How they are done injustice. How god must have farted in their cot when they were babies. How nothing good ever comes to them, how people just use them, how their friends leave them, how their bosses don't appreciate all their hard work, how all the things they want don't just fly into their lap when they snip their fingers. Boo hoo.
You could give them happiness in a box, they would find something wrong about the box.
Those people who always have this miserable look about them, never smiling, or satisfied, not able to enjoy or appreciate. They find life shitty, nothing but shitty and they have to let everyone around them know just how shitty their miserable little life is.
They won't actually say it. They... perspire it. It is audible in their voice, legible in their walk. I cannot bear the stench off of their faces.
They attract drama into their life -well in fact, they do not wait until it comes to them, they would go after it even if they had to crawl. Sometimes they will even beg for it. That's what they do to entertain and, alas, distract themselves from this seemingly impossible practice of you know, living, day in and day out. Of course drama gives them so much more to whine about, more reasons to prove to themselves and everyone how bad they have it.
How they suffer. How they are done injustice. How god must have farted in their cot when they were babies. How nothing good ever comes to them, how people just use them, how their friends leave them, how their bosses don't appreciate all their hard work, how all the things they want don't just fly into their lap when they snip their fingers. Boo hoo.
You could give them happiness in a box, they would find something wrong about the box.
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