1. Butterkist Ginger Cookies
2. YouTube/Online radio
3. Fanta Orange Soda
4. Daily calls from my brother re: his problems before I’m fully awake
5. A particularly graphic text from my crazy friend
6. Thoughts of all the fun I’ll have on my vacation
I’ve run out of books to read and need a good book recommendation. In the meantime, I’m rereading a light summer book that I reviewed a year ago. Of all the books that I have reviewed over the last year, this is the only one that I can unequivocally say that I liked. It’s called Lovehampton (see my review) and yes, it is chick lit. I am not at all ashamed that I often indulge in books kindly referred to as “women’s fiction.” Works by Emily Giffin are smartly written and are a particular favorite. I am sure that I offend many of my colleagues in the library world by admitting to this fondness for “women’s fiction” (I'm not even going to touch on my list of favorite romance authors) but I know that I am among good company. They are popular for a reason and often relatable and very entertaining. Of course, I wouldn't dare limit myself to a single genre. I also read memoirs, historical novels, biographies, self-help and more—usually based on recommendations though. Ann Patchett’s Bel Canto is possibly one of the best books I’ve ever read (thanks C) and I am open to trying more books written in the same vein. I have this lofty idea that I will one day read all of the great books but I’m in no real hurry to get started.
Ever since the announcement about President Obama giving the commencement address at this year’s graduation was made, I’ve been a little ashamed of my alma mater. The University of Notre Dame’s name has always been associated with tradition, prestige and service but the controversy that protesters stirred up over Obama’s impending visit is enough to tarnish the golden dome, just a little. School officials handled the entire incident fairly well and implored the Notre Dame community to welcome the President with an open-mind. But as usual, it is the negative voices that rang loudest. For months leading up to the event, many Domers followed the events that precipitated the President’s visit through the news and through school newsletters. Each time ardent protestors played a prominent role but on May 17, 2009, good, common sense won out. What protestors failed to understand is this fundamental idea that you can better refute an opponent’s position if you know his or her argument. But even more basically, if we close ourselves off to ideas and politics that are not in keeping with our own, we cut ourselves off from opportunities to grow and learn.
There are times when I have to ask myself why I click on a particular link when I know going in that it will be something stupid. Sometimes the teasers are good enough that I just want to know. But there is no excuse for this one. I knew going in that it was stupid and still I clicked. So what if a football player wants to change his name, and not just to any other name but to one that literally translates into eight five. (I guess he didn’t realize that his jersey number is 85 which would be ochento y cinco en Espanol.) I remember reading about this several months ago and even then it was stupid. Now they’re back to quibble over how his new name (yes, he legally changed it) will appear on his jersey: “Ochocinco” vs. “Ocho Cinco”. Really, is this what they think people want to read about?
Like many faithful viewers of ‘Project Runway’, I was devastated when I first learned that the show was moving to Lifetime. Sure Heidi, Tim, Nina, Micheal Kors and the quirky contestants would be making the move as a whole but it wouldn’t be on Bravo. It just won’t be the same on Lifetime! I love a good Lifetime drama every now and then but they’re not exactly known for their reality series. In my mind, reality has always been Bravo’s niche from ‘Top Chef’ to ‘Millionaire Matchmaker’ or the ‘Housewives’ series. So whose brilliant idea was it to sell one of their best shows to Lifetime? Guess I’ll be tuning into Lifetime a lot more now, that is, once they get the court mess sorted out.
I’m the worst sort of traveler. I fantasize and make plans for vacations that I hardly ever take. It’s not that I’m unwilling to leave my home or even that I don’t have the means to do so. I am and I do. It’s more that I like company when I travel. If I don’t have a friend accompanying me or one awaiting me on the other end, then the idea loses appeal. Suddenly, the fantastic trip that I had imagined is clouded with images of me holed up in my hotel room (only coming out in the daytime to take in the sights) due to my fear of being accosted on foreign soil. So much for soaking up the culture! But a woman traveling alone can’t be too careful right?
I have been watching The Amazing Race for quite a few seasons now and this is the first time I can truly remember being annoyed at a contestant. Sisters, Jen and Kisha, have made questionable decisions throughout the entire race for which they probably should have been eliminated before now, but Jen deciding to stop for a bathroom break before checking in was beyond ridiculous. This was no typical check-in. Had they raced directly to the pit stop, the sisters would have been one of three teams competing on one last leg for a million dollars. Instead, they stopped so that Jen could pee thereby allowing another team to narrowly sail ahead of them and lock them out of the final (they'll have you believe that they lost for another reason but we know the truth). Really, what were they thinking? Ok, I understand that her bladder was full and she really had to go but considering their purpose for being in the race couldn’t she hold it for one more minute? And, her bladder would not have been so full had she not torn the Chinese delicacies (scorpions, grasshoppers, starfish etc.) into bite size pieces and chased each bite with water. Everyone knows that the trick to eating unpleasant things is to wolf them down without tasting them. The cheerleaders got it so in this, they bested the athletes. Sadly, it’s been obvious from the beginning that strategizing was not Kisha and Jen’s strong suit but this seemed a pretty straightforward decision: pee or race for the finish. I know what I would have done.
For some inexplicable reason, I am really starting to hate that word "twitter". And don't forget "tweet". Maybe its because the root word that jumps out at me is twit, which is probably the word I would (ignorantly) use to describe a person who is on twitter. But I know some of you (who I know to be intelligent beings) twitter on a regular basis. Not to mention Oprah, Barbara, and Tyra. Can somebody tell me, what is the appeal here? I get that people can follow your comments in real time but doesn't facebook already provide for that. And what about the phone, email, messenger? With so many communication tools currently at our disposal, I am finding it very hard to see the usefulness in twitter and I have absolutely no intention of opening an account. I plan to stick with that decision even though I didn't initially see a point in joining facebook before I finally caved:)