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  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 10:38 AM

Steal These Books

Published: December 16, 2009

Like many teenagers, I went through a brief shoplifting phase, pilfering a Maybelline Kissing Potion, a pack of Adams Sour Apple Gum and, as my final heist, a Toffifay candy bar. But I never would’ve considered stealing a book. Books, I believed, were sacred.

Apparently, not everyone shares this idea. With the recession, shoplifting is on the rise, according to booksellers. At BookPeople in Austin, Tex., the rate of theft has increased to approximately one book per hour. I asked Steve Bercu, BookPeople’s owner, what the most frequently stolen title was.

“The Bible,” he said, without pausing.

Apparently the thieves have not yet read the “Thou shalt not steal” part — or maybe they believe that Bibles don’t need to be paid for. “Some people think the word of God should be free,” Bercu said. As it turns out, Bibles are snatched even at the Parable Christian Store in Springfield, Ore., the manager told me, despite the fact that if a person asks for a Bible, they’ll be given a copy without charge.

But this holiday season, the Good Book is hardly the only title in danger of being filched. At independent bookstores, thieves are as likely to be taking orders from Abbie Hoffman’s “Steal This Book” as from Exodus.

Fiction is the most commonly poached genre at St. Mark’s Bookshop in the East Village of Manhattan; the titles that continually disappear are moved to the X-Case, safely ensconced behind the counter. This library of temptation includes books by Martin Amis, Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Raymond Carver, Don DeLillo and Jack Kerouac, among others. Sometimes the staff isn’t sure whether an author is still popular to swipe until they return their books to the main floor. “Amis went out and came right back,” Michael Russo, the manager, told me.

At BookPeople in Austin, titles displayed with staff recommendation cards are a darling among thieves. “It’s so bad lately that I feel like our staff recommendation cards should read: ‘BookPeople Bookseller recommends that you steal ________.’ Apparently the criminal element in Austin shares our literary tastes, or are very prone to suggestion,” Elizabeth Jordan, the head book buyer, wrote in an e-mail message.

As it turns out, the list of most-purloined fiction authors at many stores resembles the contents of the X-Case; it’s a list that is predominantly — and often exclusively — male. Why are thieves shunning the distaff?

“It’s mostly younger men stealing the books,” Zack Zook, the general manager of BookCourt in Brooklyn, suggested. “They think it’s an existential rite of passage to steal their homeboy.”

Neil Strandberg, the manager of operations at the Tattered Cover in Denver seconded this bit of reader profiling. “Our arrest record is very male,” he said.

There is a certain hip factor to stealing a book, said Mark Z. Danielewski, whose novel “House of Leaves” is commonly shoplifted at Vroman’s Bookstore in Pasadena, Calif., according to Allison Hill, the store’s president and chief operating officer. “In ‘The Savage Detectives,’ Roberto Bolaño writes about visiting various bookstores and stealing books,” Danielewski said. “I never stole a book, though. I always found there was a pleasure, weirdly enough, in saving for and paying for something.”

Some authors don’t share that pleasure, however. At Boulder Book Store in Boulder, Colo., one writer was even busted stealing his own books. Christopher Ohman, who was a manager at the time, said: “I think he felt somewhat entitled to the copies. In some ways I can kind of understand that logic. I mean, it’s a commonly held misconception that authors get as many copies of their books as they want, and that’s not always the case.” (Ohman conceded that the author’s alcohol problem may also have had something to do with it.)

Although there’s no hard statistical evidence on most-stolen titles, The Telegraph of London reported last year that Jeffrey Eugenides’s novel “The Virgin Suicides” was said to be “the most shoplifted book of modern times.” Eugenides had heard this for many years. “I just assumed that the book appealed to the young and sticky-fingered to a certain extent,” he told me, with some amusement. Years ago, Eugenides was at a literary conference with Paul Auster, another top choice among literary thieves. “Paul and I argued about whose book was stolen more,” Eugenides said. “He claimed he was stolen a lot, I claimed I was stolen a lot. Back and forth. It was one of those deep intellectual conversations.”

Were there fisticuffs?

“No, no,” he said. “We had no way of adjudicating the argument. That was the problem.”

Auster, for his part, isn’t sure why his books are popular to steal. “It could be that my work appeals to the criminal element,” he told me. “When I was young many of my friends stole books from bookstores. They’d wear trench coats with lots of pockets, and they’d jam them in like Harpo Marx. Of course they didn’t understand that these stores were important resources.” He lamented the demise of Bookforum, formerly located near Columbia University. “I’m just so worried about bookstores in general right now. I don’t want any more of them to fold up.”

Books are not the only items disappearing from stores. Allison Hill of Vroman’s in Pasadena recalled the time someone tried to take a security camera. Ohman, the former manager at Boulder Book Store, remembered full-size framed art prints mysteriously vanishing from the bathroom walls. “There’s nothing in here that no one’s tried to steal,” said Bercu of Austin’s BookPeople. “Plants, chairs, lights — if you can touch it, someone will steal it, or attempt to.”

E-books open up a whole other arena for thievery. Neil De Young, the director of digital media at Hachette Book Group, the publisher of “Twilight,” said digital piracy is a “constant problem.” Many publishers and authors fear that piracy, and the general transition from print to digital media, will cause irreparable harm to the book industry, as it has in the music world. The writer Sherman Alexie, who has refused to make his fiction available in digital form, agrees. “The open source culture is coming for us,” he told me, “and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”

John Palfrey, a co-director of the Berkman Center for Internet and Society at Harvard University and the author of “Born Digital,” is more optimistic. “The way young people enjoy music is very different from the way they enjoy books, and I don’t think that we’ll see the same pattern of piracy emerge that we’ve seen in the music industry — at least not in the near future,” he said.

But this doesn’t mean that every reader is contributing to the bottom line. Only 40 percent of books that are read are paid for, and only 28 percent are purchased new, said Peter Hildick-Smith of the Codex Group, a consultant to the publishing industry. The rest are shared, borrowed, given away — or stolen. I asked Eugenides what book he would steal if he had no money. “If I was down to my last cent I could see stealing the Bible . . . or a Martin Amis book.” Which one would he choose? He laughed.

“Amis,” he said.

Margo Rabb is the author of “Cures for Heartbreak.” Her new novel, “Mad, Mad Love,” will be published in 2011.


Original article link: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/20/books/review/Rabb-t.html?_r=2
 
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So, 'fess up?  Ever stolen a book?  If so, what title? I can't remember ever swiping a book, but I would not be surprised if I managed to do so at some point when I was a little kid.

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Fairy Tale Party @ Lush

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 9:25 AM
Yesterday we had a Fairy Tale themed party at Lush to help drive sales and to give my boss a chance to bust out her Snow White costume once again. I borrowed a costume from Kathleen, the same lovely lady who provided me with a Renaissance costume back in September. I picked it up late Friday night, and didn't have a chance to try it on before the party, so I hoped it would fit OK! I put it on briefly when we went to the Renn. Fair, but I didn't walk around in it or wear it outside. When I got to work (late, because I had to cover an extra-long shift at RHA in the morning) the party at Lush had been going all day. I should clarify: parties are 'special occasions' during which sales associates dress up and we give away goodie bags with purchase. Depending on the party, there might be special contests or facial demos or something. So what fairy tale characters did we have?


Alice from Alice in Wonderland and Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame


Little Red Riding Hood (sans hood)



The Queen of Hearts and Rapunzel!


Quick side rant: Stupid Disney. You can't dress up as any fairy tale princesses anymore, because the only acceptable version of their costume is the Disney version. Cinderella's dress has to be blue with those puffy sleeves, the merchant's daughter from Beauty & The Beast always wears gold, etc. Now that they've done 'The Princess & The Frog' I'd have to hunt down some sort of lilypad dress like Tiana wears in that movie. Le sigh. ANYWAY. So I dressed up as Rapunzel. I tried to figure out a way to make my hair appear longer, but I didn't come up with any satisfactory methods. All the super-long wigs were blonde, which I don't want, and hair extensions would have been waaaaaaay too time-consuming. A yarn wig wouldn't look authentic. So my Rapunzel was apparently imprisoned in a very short tower.



The sleeves on the costume are super-long, so we had a lot of fun playing with them :D A real medieval noblewoman wouldn't have needed to use her hands, so such sleeves would have been a mark of status. In the 21st century, they tend to get in the way of a soap seller, so most of the night they were rolled up.



More dorkiness.



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This Morning and Yesterday

  • Dec. 21st, 2009 at 9:18 AM
So this morning, Kevin told me something that made me laugh:

"You know, I'm going to be sad if you can't get your meds. I'm kind of getting used to you not being crazy all the time."

This from the same man who was telling me a few months ago that he was sure I could moderate my behavior by myself, I just needed to really try. I'm glad he's happier. I know I'm happier. He's looked at me funny a few times over the weekend. Once when he mentioned he didn't appreciate something I was doing, which before would've sent me over the edge, and again a few times throughout conversation. So I guess my behavior's been noticeably different in some ways. I think I'm going to ask Kevin about it because I'm really curious. The only thing I've noticed is I'm not depressed all over the place and I've actually been getting up and doing things like cleaning and exercising again.

As for the Yesterday bit, Winter and I made gingerbread. Winter wanted to make gingerbread pirates to go with the gingerbread house. I suggested we make the gingerbread house on fire because, you know, pirates. So I measured out the sections on a piece of paper and cut them out to make stencils, then cut out the pieces. We got them in the oven, and I discovered that gingerbread expands a LOT when you cook it. I made icing and we colored bits, and cut the corners out of plastic baggies to make a do-it-yourself decorating kit. I glued the bits of the house together with the icing and then started... putting icing on it. I can't really say 'decorating' because a brain-damaged chimpanzee could probably do a better job decorating than I can.

So I let Winter decorate the house. And she makes with her perfectly-formed windows, and perfect little dots and puts me to absolute shame. So I just let her decorate the cookies, too. She named one Captain Cookie and gave him a chocolate-chip eye-patch. And did an Amazing Job, especially for an eight-year-old kid. I will get pictures tonight. I should've just let her do the entire gingerbread house, 'cause I shouldn't be allowed to touch desserts.

I also made 'Holiday Crescents' for the bowling leage pot luck tonight. What you do is get 6 oz of cream cheese and beat it together with one cup of margarine. Add in 2 cups of flour, and beat that all together, then refrigerate it for two hours. In the meantime, you get 2 cups of chopped pecans and blend it with 2/3 cup brown sugar, 3 egg whites, and 1.5 tsp vanilla. Once the dough is cool, you cut it into circles, add the pecan filling, fold the dough over, pinch the ends, and make crescents.

They look hideous. The crescents all popped open, and since I'd used the blender to chop my pecans, the pecan bits were very fine. More like pureed. So they look like dog doody tacos. D: I am going to have to add a sign that reads:

Objects in plate are tastier than they appear.

Oh, man, why did I choose to bring desserts? D:

THE GOLDEN YEARS

  • Dec. 21st, 2009 at 7:03 AM
I went to a  concert Friday and heard Dan Kalb's trio play. They were good. I greatly enjoyed the performance. I noticed that the audience was composed mostly of seniors, pleasant looking people, many of whom had white hair. As I realized that we were all in the same age bracket, I was shocked. That's the only word I can use to describe the feeling. While I understand intellectually that I am the age I am, I do not identify with this age at all. Saturday I was chatting with some people downtown and age came up. A man expressed an interest in me and I smiled. He was very respectful, so I enjoyed the attention. The young woman behind the counter just turned twenty-one this year. When she asked my age the man scolded her and said you never ask an older woman her age. I enjoyed that and considered his mother raised him well. I have always, in the past, stated my age, and I told him that, but thought it would be fun to refuse to do so from now on.  He asked how old I thought he was, and I told him, since I don't look my age, I have difficulty sorting out how old someone else is. He said he was forty-five.. I whispered to him that I am old enough to be his mother.  He looked surprised and complimented me, then he called over a man who works in the place we were at and said, "How old do you think she is?" Without pausing the man smiled at me and questioned, "Forty-five?" This happens often, so I think about it. As I have written before, I am from the "cop out" generation, and I didn't cop out, so I am a peculiar mix. I have the values of the generation before me and a fondness for the generation after me. I fit better with younger people, now that those older than I am are passing. Age isn't just a number as so many say. My face has fallen. My body is nowhere near like what it was twenty years ago My hair has thinned. My skin has changed. I've had dentures since I was 32 and I have colored my hair longer than that. Those things weren't to hide age. They were to allow me to enhance the way I looked, and I see no reason to stop that now.  Still, such things do hide the age I am. If I let my hair grow out, it would be as white as that of those I saw at the concert. Inside I am not forty-five, but I'm not sixty-two either. I fluctuate between five, ten, fifteen and eighteen, depending on the situation I am walking through at the moment. When I am among others, I am usually five. That didn't used to be the case, but I have fewer responsibilities now, so  I am playful and rather ditzy as I relax. People need to hold my hand when I cross the street and watch out for me because I forget all about any threats in life. I do things like leave my purse unattended, and I talk to every stranger as if he or she is someone to play with.  I am ten when I run errands to the store. I tend to get caught up in watching people and animals along the way and will stop and pick a flower, but I can be trusted to buy what I set out to get and bring it home promptly.  I am fifteen when I chat to my best friend and talk about guys. There's an innocence to it all. I just babble and pass notes. I do the same with instant messages with men. I keep them light. If they get heavy, I refuse to join in. I am eighteen when I pay my rent, take care of business, make decisions about where I want to live, and when a man I really like kisses me. I've watched other people for many years. I don't think anyone is really all that different than I am. The difference I see is that some are really impressed with themselves or are trying to impress others. They make being adult look like a person has to run for office or become a dictator.  Since I am neither a politician nor a tyrant, I see no reason to follow such examples. Live and let live works fine for me. I am a child at play. I already took care of wordly responsibilities. I'm at an age where I make decisions simply about what life style I want. I decided chasing a lot of money makes no sense at all. I like to laugh often. I like to share with other people. While I don't reccommend povertry to the general public, it works just fine for me. My income is way below the poverty level for this country...but I don't feel at all impoverished. I get my nails done at  a salon each month! To the man who asked what my secret was, and why I don't appear the age I am, I could only reply, "I pray a lot." I relate as a child with a most loving Father. Actually, He's perfect. My Daddy loves me. There's nothing He can't do. That's why in a world full of troubled people, I dare to just go out and play and be five.

Writer's Block: Holiday cheer

  • Dec. 21st, 2009 at 5:18 AM

Do you tend to get nostalgic during the holidays? Depressed? Giddy? How do the winter holidays make you feel?


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Right around the Winter Solstice every year it just somehow feels like the days are too short.

Criminal justice again

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 11:24 PM
I can't help it -- I'm a sucker for crime stories. Maybe it's a vestige of my past life as a reporter. The more obscure the better. I'd rather read the one on page C15 than the one on the cover. But what always fascinates me is the sentencing. It totally baffles me.

For example, there was a case in Ottawa that went to sentencing a few days ago. A guy shot his ex-girlfriend in the neck hoping to kill her, and instead he just paralyzed her. Now she is in a long-term care facility and her kids don't live with her anymore. I guess you might say she was lucky because she survived. Sentence? Ten years. This means he will very likely get out in six and two-thirds years, because it's standard for a person to serve a third of their sentence on parole. So in 2016, he will be out playing tennis and dancing while she sits in a wheelchair peeing into a bag with her kids in foster care. Is it just me, or is this a little outlandish?

Here's another one -- a woman stabbed a guy in the neck and chest and head with a machete and a knife of some kind. One of the cuts was so deep that there was arterial spray.  He survived and he's pretty much ok now. I can't remember what her sentence was, but one of the conditions is that she can't own a weapon for five years. WTF? Do I really want this woman walking around with a weapon in 2014? What's wrong with a lifetime ban on weapons? For that matter, why does anyone have a right to own a weapon?

Someday I am going to have to read up on sentencing and where these crazy sentences come from. There must be some logic that totally eludes me.

If you are a law professor and reading this, feel free to enlighten me.

I Dated a Teenage Vampire

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 4:09 PM
“I want to tell you something.” He leans in. His face serious, a look that says, I’m going to tell you something important.

So far our conversation has been idle, the latest movies, what books we like, and so on. The sudden serious tone catches my curiosity. I say, “You can tell me.”

“I want to tell you, but I don’t want you to leave.”

I smile, gently. “I’m not going to leave.”

He looks me steadily in the eye, and says, “I’m a vampire.”

Read more... )


This post is 100% true,or at least this is how I remember it.

This was meant to be my  Week 8 post for [info]therealljidol, but I screwed up the time in my head and got it in too late. I have thus been disqualified, but since I spent so muc time working on it today, I figured I would post it anyway. *sigh* The theme was Reprobate.
This year was really tough to pull together musically...nothing really called out to me this year. I'm thinking that, again, this was a year where more word-of-mouth came from the internet kids and less from radio and elsewhere. It also kind of reminds me of that change of indie mood around the spring of 1996, when college radio stations weren't playing much mainstreamish alt.rock (that was for all the commercial alt.rock stations now), but were filled with a lot of indie that was more angular, quite unpolished, and harder to simply enjoy. In 2007 I found myself turning more towards songs being played on my local alt-rock radio station (Live 105), and even some of the heavily commercial stuff being played on VH1. Yeah, it was definitely a telling moment...the year where I finally gave up trying to pick up on indie rock and simply just went with what I enjoyed listening to. Further proof that what is indie and hip one decade can be commercial and decidedly unhip the next. Rock tends to be fickle that way, really.

Lifewise? This was an another off-year...I didn't get too much done writing-wise except for finishing Love Like Blood (on New Year's Eve, mind you!), and a few other writing plans fell by the wayside. Jobwise I was getting frustrated, but that would fall into place quite nicely at the end of the year when I changed departments. Everything else was good (and we went on a great trip to Hawaii, where I met [info]kateelliott!), if otherwise uneventful. It very much felt like a year of changes and waiting for things to end and other things to start up. Not exactly a bad year, but not lifechanging either.

So! Onto the music...

I bet you know beef jerky has an aftertaste! )

Coming up next weekend: 2008-2009, and finally my Best of Decade list!

Enlightening

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 3:09 PM
6.4 lbs lighter to be exact.
I'm feeling GOOOD!

The Emperors of Chocolate: Inside the Secret World of Hershey and Mars

by Joel Glenn Brenner

I bought The Emperors of Chocolate because my accounting teacher offered extra credit to any student that read it and wrote up a paper comparing and contrasting the business practices described in the book.  I figured it would probably be pretty dull, but hey, chocolate’s cool so it couldn’t be that bad, right?  I certainly didn’t expect this book to become one of the most interesting and entertaining reads of the year.

 

In the United States, the candy market is dominated by two companies: Mars Incorporated and The Hershey Company.  You know Hershey as the maker of Kisses, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Kit Kat Bars.  Mars pops out M&Ms, Twix, Snickers and Milky Way bars.  In 1999, when this book was written, their combined products dominated 75% of the candy rack.  Mars is privately owned, and the Mars family puts great priority on protecting their privacy.  With their top rival keeping mum on nearly everything, Hershey has also become intensely secretive, even though it’s a publically owned company.  Reporter Joel Glenn Brenner spent over ten years on this book, interviewing former employees, combing through Hershey’s archives, and scoring an exclusive interview with elusive members of the Mars family.

 

It’s a fascinating read.  Brenner studies these two chocolate giants and their effect on all fronts, covering their history, marketing, economic impact, social goals, and their products.  The book is as much about the chocolates and sweets as the people behind them. It was almost scary to learn just how big Mars is; in addition to the candy line, they also own Uncle Ben’s Rice and Pedigree Petfoods.   Likewise, I had known that Hershey, Pennsylvania was where the Hershey factory was located, but I didn’t know that Milton Hershey had also founded and funded a school that provided board and education for disadvantaged youth which is still in operation today.  That was pretty cool to learn. 

 

Brenner does an excellent job peeling away the mythology of Willy Wonka and his magical chocolate factory.  Marketed as a business book, The Emperors of Chocolate does spend a lot of time talking about the management styles of Hershey and Mars, number-crunching, and failed/successful marketing campaigns.  But it’s never boring, even if you haven’t the least bit of interest in business, because the companies are dominated by the personality and goals of the founders, whose influence has not diminished over the years since their deaths.  

So, y’know, if you like candy (and who doesn’t?) check this book out.  Even though it’s over ten years old, The Emperors of Chocolate still provides a lot of insight into one of the most fascinating industries out there. 

 

To read more about The Emperors of Chocolate, buy it or add it to your wishlist click here.
I finally got my grades for Fall 09.

History of Modern Art - A-
Statistics - Dropped
Managerial Accounting - C
Design & Color - A
Intro to Archeology l- A


Let's see. Do I have any regrets? Not really. Am I sorry that I dropped Statistics? A little, but I didn't understand anything. The teacher was kind, and he meant well, but it was a dull class and he had trouble answering questions, like he couldn't rephrase the concepts into different words. It was frustrating. Plus, the quizzes/exams were always on Fridays and I'd miss them because I was at work - he would never mention ahead of time that they were coming so I could request the time off. So I don't think I could have made that class work.

Managerial Accounting? Again, I had a lot of trouble with that teacher. (Instructors really make or break the classes at DeAnza.) She was NOT the teacher I wanted to take Accounting 1C from, but a few days before the quarter started all the classes got shuffled around, and my original teacher didn't even teach a section of 1C this quarter. My new teacher was well-rated on Rate My Professor, so I figured it would be OK, but it wasn't. She would insist on us asking questions, and would pause the class for 2-3 minutes of silence until someone popped a question out. She'd go off on tangents left and right. I was late to a class early on in the quarter and I always felt I was getting the stink-eye the rest of the year.
We had that stinkin' Cookie Project, for which we had to bake cookies and present them to the class. It sucked because in my group - all Asians, 4 guys and 2 girls - the boys would not do any of the baking, and I didn't have time with all my work, so it fell on the shoulders of the other girl. We also had a really complicated, expensive recipe so she had to spend HOURS on this project. I couldn't access the class website (all the information about the project was in a Yahoo Group, and the teacher never approved my membership WTF?) so I had to rely on my classmates to tell me what was required. I agreed to do the visual presentation in the form of a cheesy website, which would include all the info given to me by my classmates (recipes, spreadsheets, etc) and a mock order form.
Guy #1 did the job cost sheets, which were fine but even I could tell he'd done them incorrectly. Guy #2 wrote up a paragraph about 'sales forecasting' which was useful but not required for the project, as it turned out. Guy #3 BARELY managed to make a three sentence mission statement after literally taking a week to do it. Guy #4 was supposed to help me with the website, but I heard nothing from him. On the day our cookies were due, we had a craptacular presentation that managed to miss about half the basic requirements of the project. Guy #4 didn't even show up. Oops. Then, when I got home that afternoon, Guy #4 had e-mailed me the suggestion to change the color of the website. I e-mailed him back pointing out that there was little point changing it now, as we'd presented it to the class that morning. He then huffily emailed me back wanting to know why no one called him to let him know the presentation was today.
What am I, your babysitter?
Anyway, that project really soured the class for me, but I had determined waaaaay back that I didn't like the teacher anyway. With so many other interesting classes to study, Accounting really went to the backburner, and a C is the best grade I could have hoped for.
At least I passed!

The art classes are the ones that matter, and I got As in all of those. It does suck a little that I got an A- in Giles' class, but given that I got a C on the term paper (just as I predicted) I'm just glad I kept an A. Granted, I had an A+ on both the midterm and the biography paper we wrote for that class, but I doubt I got an A on the final (I was sick as a dog when I took it) which makes the A- more of a miracle.

Design & Color was definitely the most fun class and I think my only regret there is that it was over! My book turned out OK and I learned a lot, and this class combined withe Design8 in the spring have really rekindled in my interest in creating art as well as studying it. Archaeology was a great class, and I only wish I hadn't missed so many days because the lectures are fascinating. Too bad the only other class that professor teaches is one I've already taken...

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Dec. 20th, 2009

  • 4:17 PM
Now that it's winter, I want to get cold. I want to feel nothing. No sorrow. No memory. No pain. And no warmth. I want to catch a cold? I want to sneeze and cough. And then to get better. And then to get washed form all those lies and unpleasent situations. I want to wake up one winter morning and just smile. Just breath in deeply and be greatful because this world is not so bad.

Writer's Block: New lease on life

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 5:43 AM

Was there a significant event in your life that helped define who you and caused you to re-evaluate your priorities?

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I spent a brief period of time in a conflict zone in what is now Kisangani; it gave me a good close look at how much of the world lives. It also gave me a gut level insight into the kind of luck I had being born into a first world country. I also came very close to checking out early. Life since that point has been a gift and a bonus. I try hard to enjoy every single day.

Yipes! I only have a few weeks left to catch up on these...

Hmm. 2006. Kind of an off year, really, in terms of music I was listening to. I spent most of this year working on Love Like Blood, getting acclimated to my new surroundings in San Francisco, and working at my new job. There was also a bit of a change in the sound of indie at this point, with a lot of bands getting little to no radio play but were the biggest thing on the internets. It took me awhile to get used to some of these songs, and eventually I gave up actively looking out for them, leading me to realize that I'd finally outgrown my music obsession to some degree. I still listen to a lot of stuff, and still try out new things, but I'm definitely no longer the five-cds-a-week, listening-24/7 fan that I once was. *sigh* The price of growing up, I suppose. ;)

Cause I'm a Punk Rocker, yes I am )