One Sentence Synopsis: Frankenstein

Frankenstein (Mary Shelley): Wherein a man's catastrophic nervous breakdowns are catalogued in alternating chapters after his having created a horrific monster from bits of dead people.

Amazing Discovery

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Purchase

Just when satire can't get any better, my favorite newspaper gets purchased by a Chinese amalgamated salvage fishery and polymer injection group.

And, alas, another national resources falls to the mounting death toll of our teetering economy.

A Beautiful Sentence

This sentence is actually a complete scene as well, from Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Yes, the book was released back in 2006; yes, I'm just barely reading it; yes, you can read a review here: New York Times.

And this is the sentence:

"In that long ago somewhere very near this place he'd watched a falcon fall down the long blue wall of the mountain and break with the keel of its breastbone the midmost from a flight of cranes and take it to the river below all gangly and wrecked and trailing its loose and blowsy plumage in the still autumn air."

That is style.

This Is Amazing

Okay, so I was wandering through Feminist Mormon Housewives, a blog I occasionally follow, and stumbled across a user who had embedded this amazing video in one of her posts.

Now, I have never seen Twilight nor Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but . . . well, this was pretty much awesome:



TELL ME THAT ISN'T AMAZING!

Examining Digital Publishing Again

So my digital publishing information hunt took me to three very funny sites:

Great YouTube video

A very lengthy article on eBooks

It's called "My Stupid eBook" and is likely the funniest thing I've seen in a long time . . .

Anyway, let's ring in the future with a shout and a laugh!

A Blue Cup

I have a blue cup that got burned the other month (last year?) in the kitchen. I presume it was sitting in the sink and somebody unthinkingly set a hot pan on it. It's a testament to these cups that it's still intact--and by intact, I mean that it holds water and functions like a normal cup. It just now has a dimple in it that perfectly fits my thumb.

I actually kind of like it that way.

So I'm drinking cold water (a perennial favorite) from my blue cup with the thumbprint, listening to Jimmy Eat World and reflecting on the interviews I've just conducted and on the rest of my life, and thinking to myself: this whole blogging thing is an interesting beast. People I count as friends (along with my family) read each post (or lots of them) and enjoy. Hmm. Blue cup.

Quiet moments are pleasant.