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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Almost Done with First Semester

On a creek bed
I feel absolutely wretched!  My temper is on short trigger, and I absolutely dislike it.  I like myself cool, calm, and collected.  Starting now.

I have finals on December 5 and 11.  I just need to be calm and collected til then.  And my house just need to be sand free.  I love my kids and that's why I am putting  up with the sand pile mess in my house.  But right now, I don't want it.  I can't deal with it.

So, no sand pile play for the kids until December 11. Period.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Remembrance

Dead leaf of a mulberry tree...don't know what that round thingy is
“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes”
― Vladimir Nabokov
     It is very windy today. I am also procrastinating. I have this memo due in 5 days. It is not perfect yet. I don't know why I am dragging my feet, I just am. I better get back to it if I am going to impress my professor again with another A.

     The thing I should remember is...just do it!I mean, it works for a Nike commercial.  Why shouldn't it work for me?

Sponsored by Freda's voice

Monday, November 5, 2012

Respect

The bond that links your true family
is not one of blood, but
of respect and joy in each other's life.

Richard Bach

I just had a conversation with my husband, how our daughter said, "actually, it's irritating" in response to a joke he had made about daylight savings time.  My husband seemed very disturbed by it.  I asked how the reply should have been so it would not be rude.  He said somewhere along the line of "not really."

I guess the difference between the two replies is judgment value.  I'm with Richard Bach on this one...how respect is what keeps family together.  I still believe, from my childhood, that it's a taboo to actually say what I really think otherwise it would be rude!  I give my children leeway in replying to a question I ask, but I think I still expect them to think before replying.

It's a fine line, and a faint one at that between rude and honesty.  I still believe that as a parent, I ought to let my children know what the boundaries are.  I personally think that 'conversation' is a mine-field.  I still don't like to do it.  In my opinion, most people thinks you're a good conversationalist only if you never say anything in direct opposition to what they are asking.

In other words, to have a good relationship, I have to very careful what words come out of my mouth.  This is what my children need to learn, I think.  There will be frustrations, but at least, it will be the kind that can be dealt with inside.  Stress is so much more when other people are reacting to you.

Is that being dishonest? Maybe.  But it certainly keep a lot of peace, and the bottom line is, peace is priceless.  Take a deep breath and decide, is it really worth it to get it off my chest?

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Maltese Falconm by Dashiell Hammett

THE MALTESE FALCON Dashiell Hammett
Read by Michael Madsen, Sandra Oh, Edward Herrman
I'm just starting this audio book and I probably won't be able to finish until next month.  I have three major 1L exams coming up.  However, I am enjoying the first parts of this story as narrated by Sandra Oh and Co.  I found a great review from Barbara Schlieper from Goodreads and I'm including it below.  Even without the description, I wanted to listen to this book before I see the Bogart version of this book.  Besides, Lydia Dare wrote that book with Dashiell character.  Inexplicably, I wanted to read Dashiell Hammett's book. Go figure!  Now back to criminal law book. I've been goofing off since Friday.

According to Goodreads:
Sam Spade, Dashiell Hammett's archetypally tough San Francisco detective, is more noir than L.A. Confidential and more vulnerable than Raymond Chandler's Marlowe. In The Maltese Falcon, the best known of Hammett's Sam Spade novels (including The Dain Curse and The Glass Key), Spade is tough enough to bluff the toughest thugs and hold off the police, risking his reputation when a beautiful woman begs for his help, while knowing that betrayal may deal him a new hand in the next moment.

Spade's partner is murdered on a stakeout; the cops blame him for the killing; a beautiful redhead with a heartbreaking story appears and disappears; grotesque villains demand a payoff he can't provide; and everyone wants a fabulously valuable gold statuette of a falcon, created as tribute for the Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV. Who has it? And what will it take to get it back? Spade's solution is as complicated as the motives of the seekers assembled in his hotel room, but the truth can be a cold comfort indeed.

Spade is bigger (and blonder) in the book than in the movie, and his Mephistophelean countenance is by turns seductive and volcanic. Sam knows how to fight, whom to call, how to rifle drawers and secrets without leaving a trace, and just the right way to call a woman "Angel" and convince her that she is. He is the quintessence of intelligent cool, with a wise guy's perfect pitch. If you only know the movie, read the book. If you're riveted by Chinatown or wonder where Robert B. Parker's Spenser gets his comebacks, read the master. --Barbara Schlieper