Monday, March 9, 2009

Books:

White Teeth
In the Rainforest
The Lost Diaries of Franz Hals
A Woman Soldier's Own Story
Goat Girls
The Cave
Marie Antoinette The Journey
The Fact of a Doorframe
In Cold Blood
The Janissary Tree
Short Stories from the New Yorker

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Fix It February was a bust. I am hoping for a revival before the end of March. All I have is hope.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

A word on revolution:

  • Today, I took my final midterm, went to a lecture on Mao Zedong and the Peasant Movement in China during the 1920s, worked for a little bit before throwing up and going home. Then, I sat in bed and read about the foundations of rural Chinese society, Frida and Diego, and the Mexican Revolution.
  • The words I have recently been hearing more than any other are: REVOLUTION, STALINISM, MAO ZE DONG, PEASANT MOVEMENTS, RUSSIA, 1911, 1917, THE TREATY OF VERSAILLES, INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION, IMPERIALISM, OPIUM
  • I am turning into quite the history aficionado. I am currently reading about Marie Antoinette and the French Revolution. I am also still reading about rural peasant society.
  • I am going to the library sometime this weekend. I am going to check out the following books:
  1. The Elegance of the Hedgehog
  2. Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera
  3. On Revolution
  • Tomorrow, I am going to skip work again, apply for scholarships, order two dollhouses, buy watercolors and learn to paint. 
  • No matter how much I read, there is a part of life that I cannot learn through books alone.
  • It is so strange to me how so much can be going on at the same time. Take for examples: 1920s involved flappers, the overthrow of the Mexican dictatorship, and a mass peasant uprising in China; 1950s, Frida died and my father was born. 
  • All of this affects me in the most serious ways.
  • -isms that affect me: communism, stalinism, totalitarianism, schism, heroism, altruism, leninism, homesickism, sickofsnowism, missinghimism.


I NEED TO LEARN ABOUT GRACE.


Thursday, December 18, 2008

Tomorrow, I am going home.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Franz Wright, "The Poem"

It was like getting a love letter from a tree

Eyes closed forever to find you ---

There is a life which
if I could have it
I would have chosen for myself from the beginning