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Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do and the waxy sweetness of lipstick.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.
The Straw Men by Michael Marshall
Palmerston is not a big town, nor one that can convincingly be said to be at the top of its game.
Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.
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posted Saturday, January 26, 2002
Let's Blow This Daycare
I've been on a movie binge over the past week, which is unusual for me because I rarely rent or see movies in the theater, but I've just been in a more mellow, veg-out mood recently. Last weekend found me curled up in front of the TV, with Magnolia and a few others. Last night, I caught a screening of The Mothman Prophecies. I'm not a huge fan of horror flicks, mainly because I don't find them as remotely horrifying as they would claim to be. It's usually just a show of sound effects and bad make-up, which I can get at any local drag show.
Mothman... was, however, a bit chilling in the same way that Blair Witch Project creeped me out. It still had the classic sound effect techniques (sudden, loud noises after a long silence) but was more enigmatic about the title subject. The movie uses the fact that you just don't know what's going on to scare you. It also let's you piece together the clues from the plot to figure out what's going to happen in the end and finally have some idea of what's going on, which is nice for some closure.
I caught Orange County tonight with Lindsay. I have to say it was just what I was in the mood for, although I could have done without the chatty, 12-year-old audience (it felt as though I were watching the movie in a daycare center, prompting me to create my new catchphrase as seen in the title of this entry). I probably came away from the movie with more than most people, because I can completely identify with the main character, Shaun, an aspiring high-school novelist whose application to Stanford is rejected. Oddly enough, I found myself really caring for this guy in the end, and even idly wonder what would have happened to him long after the movie was over.
I suppose I've just really been wanting to escape recently. Not just physically, but mentally. I feel as though I've been floating away lately and would love some time off to get back into my skin. Seeing Orange County sorta helped me do that in a way. I'm leaving on a business trip on Monday, too, which should be a good change of pace.
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