Coming soon...
For as long as it lasts for me, so shall it for you all.
Tuesdays shall be for Twilight.
:['
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Confessions of a Twilight Addict, v. II*
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YOUR BRAIN... on Twilight!
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YOUR BRAIN... on Twilight!
Yes, that would be me.
And to think, if it weren't for the insistence of some friends in my bookclub, the experience may have unwittingly passed me by indefinitely.
I scoffed. Internally, at first, I scoffed. After all, my suggestion/selection of the gorgeous novel, The Historian, was taken, though when it came to it, not widely read or embraced by my group due apparently to the vampire topic matter. (Go figure?) And, as I smirked bemusedly to myself, here they were, insisting that this was a must read. A teen book. About a teenage vampire. Complete with all the teen hype. Hmmm. Sure. I'm game, I thought to myself. You don't scare me.
You couldn't have prepared me. Better that no one tried. Page turner? That's one understated way to describe it. If I could liquefy the essence of a book to drink it through a straw, this book would qualify. (And could I then have finished it any faster? Would I even want to read any of them in less than three days?) Was it award winning prose you ask? Rich language? A tapestry of descriptive textures? Well... I'll try to tell you what it was. Simply. Love. True Love. Enigmatic as it is and that sounds, it's as simple as that, I think. The story is truly compelling. The romance undeniable. The danger and suspense are contenders. The moral underpinnings are fresh and true. The natural ease of the characters, comfortable as your favorite things to wear. But without love... Without love I wouldn't likely be writing this. Oh sure. Okay. It's a love story. Fraught with peril, communication difficulties, sacrifice. But that's not the love I refer to. I am in Love with Edward. Ladies? Is anyone out there with me on this? I mean I know thousands are and have come before me. But I mean, anyone listening? Do you get it too? Are you bitten and infected by this glorious perfecting venom that is Edward? Is he your "favorite brand of heroin"? I know my dear, dear friend, who graciously hosted me for spring break is with me. So much so that even after having finished the entire series of books a few days prior, assertively and enthusiastically insisted that whenever possible during our spring break together she read out loud to me. Yes, yes, female bonding to the max. So what? I know, and yet cannot fathom why none of the men in our lives will read this book (series). Are we that disgusting in our gushing? Is it merely the same reason I scoffed in the beginning-- a teen vampire book? And rumored to have "no sex" in it at that? I mean, is that requisite to you fellows? (Oops is that a spoiler? I don't really think so, and ladies who've read it will likely know what I mean and even disagree wholeheartedly.) Or is it some innate instinct to veer away from the competition, no matter how fantastical, fantastic or fictional?
Yes, I'm in love with Edward. And I don't mean the actor in the film. In fact, I'm hesitant to see it. I don't want to relinquish my perceived version of Edward. Not just yet, anyway. I fear I may not get him back. I may need to see how this addiction goes... I mean, I know he's fictional. It's not like I'm that lady who's in love with the Eiffel Tower (heaven forbid). And I know certainly that I'm not alone. And yet, I am a bit mystified. but that's ok. I like mystified in this case. I don't really feel the need to analyze this, as is my usual tendency. I just feel the need. To feel. I know it won't last forever...
Or will it?
(This may not be my only Twilit post; just warning you! And how interesting that for the whole of my life, twilight has been my favorite time of day, and one of my favorite words...)
I scoffed. Internally, at first, I scoffed. After all, my suggestion/selection of the gorgeous novel, The Historian, was taken, though when it came to it, not widely read or embraced by my group due apparently to the vampire topic matter. (Go figure?) And, as I smirked bemusedly to myself, here they were, insisting that this was a must read. A teen book. About a teenage vampire. Complete with all the teen hype. Hmmm. Sure. I'm game, I thought to myself. You don't scare me.
You couldn't have prepared me. Better that no one tried. Page turner? That's one understated way to describe it. If I could liquefy the essence of a book to drink it through a straw, this book would qualify. (And could I then have finished it any faster? Would I even want to read any of them in less than three days?) Was it award winning prose you ask? Rich language? A tapestry of descriptive textures? Well... I'll try to tell you what it was. Simply. Love. True Love. Enigmatic as it is and that sounds, it's as simple as that, I think. The story is truly compelling. The romance undeniable. The danger and suspense are contenders. The moral underpinnings are fresh and true. The natural ease of the characters, comfortable as your favorite things to wear. But without love... Without love I wouldn't likely be writing this. Oh sure. Okay. It's a love story. Fraught with peril, communication difficulties, sacrifice. But that's not the love I refer to. I am in Love with Edward. Ladies? Is anyone out there with me on this? I mean I know thousands are and have come before me. But I mean, anyone listening? Do you get it too? Are you bitten and infected by this glorious perfecting venom that is Edward? Is he your "favorite brand of heroin"? I know my dear, dear friend, who graciously hosted me for spring break is with me. So much so that even after having finished the entire series of books a few days prior, assertively and enthusiastically insisted that whenever possible during our spring break together she read out loud to me. Yes, yes, female bonding to the max. So what? I know, and yet cannot fathom why none of the men in our lives will read this book (series). Are we that disgusting in our gushing? Is it merely the same reason I scoffed in the beginning-- a teen vampire book? And rumored to have "no sex" in it at that? I mean, is that requisite to you fellows? (Oops is that a spoiler? I don't really think so, and ladies who've read it will likely know what I mean and even disagree wholeheartedly.) Or is it some innate instinct to veer away from the competition, no matter how fantastical, fantastic or fictional?
Yes, I'm in love with Edward. And I don't mean the actor in the film. In fact, I'm hesitant to see it. I don't want to relinquish my perceived version of Edward. Not just yet, anyway. I fear I may not get him back. I may need to see how this addiction goes... I mean, I know he's fictional. It's not like I'm that lady who's in love with the Eiffel Tower (heaven forbid). And I know certainly that I'm not alone. And yet, I am a bit mystified. but that's ok. I like mystified in this case. I don't really feel the need to analyze this, as is my usual tendency. I just feel the need. To feel. I know it won't last forever...
Or will it?
(This may not be my only Twilit post; just warning you! And how interesting that for the whole of my life, twilight has been my favorite time of day, and one of my favorite words...)
For a few Twilight tracks by Robert Pattinson, scroll down to player. #84, & #85. Possibly more in future... *Actually, the track called "The Meadow" may be actually, River Flows in You by Yiruma... and even still, not sure which of the two is performing, but will update when I've solved the mystery!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Virginia Tech... April 16, 2007
When I moved to this house, I planted tulips in two colors, already blooming, for our house warming party; orange, and deep lilac purple. They looked great, though a cheat to plant already blooming bulbs! The next four years, the deer would munch them down to the earth, and it would be as if they were never planted. No blooms. April 16, 2007, I spied one tulip bloom in the spot where I had planted the others; the first ever to come up. Yet this blossom was not pure orange as were the originals, nor was it purple. You can see for yourself; they are orange with a reddish-purple stripe. April 16, 2007 was the day of the Virginia Tech Shootings. I carried the sole bloom to the memorial service, meaning to at some point, but never actually sharing the story of this lone flower with the family whose grief I shared.
The next year, and on the very same day, this plant produced one bi-colored flower, in the colors of Virginia Tech. This year, on the second anniversary of the event, another single flower, which was joined by a second bloom just a few days later.
Note: I'm told Reema means, "little deer".
Last week marked the second anniversary of the tragedy at Virginia Tech. The event that took place shook the world, not just the college community. For us, we are still greatly shaken. My son's dear wonderful teacher of 2 years lost her beautiful light filled daughter in the senseless acts of that day... Reema, we miss you. I still can scarcely bear the sadness the loss of this singular life brings, how to bear the rest? So many others lost family, many of them also from my area. So many people I know have attended or will have their children attend VT. And the Hokies have always been a stand out when it comes to being an extremely close knit school community... I am not a Hokie, however, "We are all Hokies today."
My tears preempt any sagacity or eloquence, so I will leave you with the words of convocation, We are Virginia Tech, by poet and Professor of English Literature at Virginia Tech, Nikki Giovanni:We Are Virginia Tech
by Nikki Giovanni
We are Virginia Tech.
We are sad today, and we will be sad for quite a while. We are not moving on, we are embracing our mourning.
We are Virginia Tech.
We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly, we are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.
We are Virginia Tech.
We do not understand this tragedy. We know we did nothing to deserve it, but neither does a child in Africa dying of AIDS, neither do the invisible children walking the night away to avoid being captured by the rogue army, neither does the baby elephant watching his community being devastated for ivory, neither does the Mexican child looking for fresh water, neither does the Appalachian infant killed in the middle of the night in his crib in the home his father built with his own hands being run over by a boulder because the land was destabilized. No one deserves a tragedy.
We are Virginia Tech.
The Hokie Nation embraces our own and reaches out with open heart and hands to those who offer their hearts and minds. We are strong, and brave, and innocent, and unafraid. We are better than we think we are and not quite what we want to be. We are alive to the imaginations and the possibilities. We will continue to invent the future through our blood and tears and through all our sadness.
We are the Hokies.
We will prevail.We will prevail.We will prevail.
We are Virginia Tech.
For more photos, and information:
rainbow over Virginia TechTuesday, April 14, 2009
Catching Up
Well, it's good to be back. I guess! ;) I never thought I'd feel so enamored of Texas as I do after this trip. Austin is a great town, truly beautiful, hill country and a real amalgam of East and West coast, with a firm Southwest base. My hostess emailed me before I arrived to say it would be a difficult place to describe, like the blind man feeling the elephant. It's true! Though I would have an enjoyable time trying...
On Easter, after some polite tenacity, even after several attempts at being put off for another day, was able to finesse it, make an "appointment" (which was broken and rescheduled twice)and finally speak to my Dad for the first time since my visit with him. The perfect ending to Easter; he was relaxed, relatively coherent, and in a somewhat conversational mood, which was nice-- a blessing.
I have so very much reading to catch up on, starting from before my trip! You all have been busy! I still keep hoping Amanda will repost her Mary poem; I never got to read it! And Bary is back!
I'm so grateful to have all of you...
I'll write more soon. But first, I must READ.
:)
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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