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Sunday, July 08, 2007

the last few weeks..


  1. I've been rediscovering the beauty of reading recently, having finally found some time away from work and everything else. First is Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (remember Everything is Illuminated?) :- Honestly wondrous, unexepectedly humorous and intensely heartbreaking all at the same time, not to mention that I absolutely LOVE the incorporation of visual imagery into literature. Also, Foer happens to married to awesome Nicole Krauss, yes, the one that gave us The History of Love, so perhaps genius really does love company. After this, I will embark on my much-awaited read (waiting for the paperback because it's all I can afford on my student budget), What is the What by Dave Eggers - which sounds absolutely amazing in light of the weighty story that it will tell. Also, for those who like Foer and Eggers, you could give Marisha Pessl's Special Topics in Calamity Physics a read - lots of rambling, lots of references to real and imagined literature (including one of my favourite passages on Pessl's imagined interpretation of Virgil's "love conquers all") and a truck load of mysterious surprises.


  2. On another note, Transformers and Die Hard - I love action movies! (Steve would be so proud of me!) The special effects were awesome, and this must sound odd but I really like watching things blow up! Also, the tunnel scene in Die Hard was seriously cool (although in honest opinion, I think I preferred the last one with Samuel L Jackson just slightly more).


  3. Finally packed up my room (which was in a state of there-is-so-much-mess-I-can-no-longer-see-the-floor chaos) and put away all the clothes and accumulated junk in the two ginormous boxes (which actually arrived back when the boy was here, hah!) that were taking over my room. Funny that I should finally get down to doing this in my last four weeks on this lil' island, even funnier that I should have to pack everything back up into boxes and suitcases when I move in a month.


  4. The closer I get to the beginning of grad school, the more daunting the future seems to me. I should be wondrously in tune with the current research, I should remember how to do ANOVAs, I should be prepared, REALLY prepared, but all I am is, rusty. I can't seem to remember what I'm supposed to be doing, or how I'm supposed to be doing it. I'm going to grad school, I really shouldn't be this clueless. And god, I need to get my act together before the shit hits the fan.


  5. And amidst all this, I can't help but think, I've got six years to go, where will we be then? Somedays, I wonder if six years will be too long to be together while we're apart, but other days, brighter days, days when I hear you laugh over the phone, I am so sure that we'll make it through, through, through.

sherry @ 7:56:00 am
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