Some quotage. And some ramblage.

Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that make up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create the uninterpretable and yet divinely significant pattern of human destiny.

and

"Floating at the same time on that other surface between here and far away, between then and now," And between remembered happiness, she was thinking, and this insistent, excruciating presence of an absence. "Floating,' she said aloud, "on the surface between the real and the imagined, between what comes to us from the outside, and what comes to use from within, from deep, deep down in here." She laid her hand on his forehead.

and

The physique of a Messiah. But too clever to believe in God or be convinced of his own mission. And too sensitive, even if he were convinced, to carry it out. His muscles would like to act and his feelings would like to believe; but his nerve endings and his cleverness won't allow it.

                                                                                                                                          - Aldous Huxley, Island

Currently reading for Ontd_Lost_Reads .  Can you believe I've never read any Huxley before?? Kind of in love.  Also, finished Walker Percy's Lancelot (sick and twisted and brilliant and skdfjdkljf!!) and am stuck in the middle of Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling for my personal LOST reading project, where I just choose books based on what seem interesting.  And I have to read a CS Lewis book I haven't started yet but looks like a one-nighter for my LOST book club that meets in real life.  So, seriously, I'm moving through the list pretty quickly. Despite having 200 pages of reading due for journalism by Monday, but I'm totally keeping up with that.  Whatever.  Books are my life.  If I ever get married, I'm registering at Barnes and Noble.  For serious.  I think I shall attempt Watership Down next for the mere reason that I'm dreading it, based on the fact that I tried to read it when I was eight, because I saw it among my parents' books and there was a fucking bunny on the cover and I was like "Oh wow! This is going to be an awesome story all about bunnies!" and then I read a good chunk of it and was WTF, this is the most boring bunny adventure story EVER. I think all the social commentary pretty  much went over my tiny head and I went back to reading, like, the Bunnicula books/  Vampire bunny, who can go wrong? I still have The Celery Stalks At Midnight in my room somewhere.  And like...Sleepover Friends or whatever the fuck else I read back then. Oh, that sounds porny!

Also, I think I want to be a copy editor.  So far, that's been my favorite thing about my journalism class - those exercises where you go through sentences and correct grammar and move the words around to make sentences that are more clear and double check the math on statistics related such.  I was copy editor for my high school yearbook, although that was somewhat different.  And I know it's funny because on lj I just kind of ramble and think grammar doesn't really apply to me, and am often fairly incoherent. But i can write well when I care??

Some quotage. And some ramblage.

Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that make up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create the uninterpretable and yet divinely significant pattern of human destiny.

and

"Floating at the same time on that other surface between here and far away, between then and now," And between remembered happiness, she was thinking, and this insistent, excruciating presence of an absence. "Floating,' she said aloud, "on the surface between the real and the imagined, between what comes to us from the outside, and what comes to use from within, from deep, deep down in here." She laid her hand on his forehead.

and

The physique of a Messiah. But too clever to believe in God or be convinced of his own mission. And too sensitive, even if he were convinced, to carry it out. His muscles would like to act and his feelings would like to believe; but his nerve endings and his cleverness won't allow it.

                                                                                                                                          - Aldous Huxley, Island

Currently reading for Ontd_Lost_Reads .  Can you believe I've never read any Huxley before?? Kind of in love.  Also, finished Walker Percy's Lancelot (sick and twisted and brilliant and skdfjdkljf!!) and am stuck in the middle of Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling for my personal LOST reading project, where I just choose books based on what seem interesting.  And I have to read a CS Lewis book I haven't started yet but looks like a one-nighter for my LOST book club that meets in real life.  So, seriously, I'm moving through the list pretty quickly. Despite having 200 pages of reading due for journalism by Monday, but I'm totally keeping up with that.  Whatever.  Books are my life.  If I ever get married, I'm registering at Barnes and Noble.  For serious.  I think I shall attempt Watership Down next for the mere reason that I'm dreading it, based on the fact that I tried to read it when I was eight, because I saw it among my parents' books and there was a fucking bunny on the cover and I was like "Oh wow! This is going to be an awesome story all about bunnies!" and then I read a good chunk of it and was WTF, this is the most boring bunny adventure story EVER. I think all the social commentary pretty  much went over my tiny head and I went back to reading, like, the Bunnicula books/  Vampire bunny, who can go wrong? I still have The Celery Stalks At Midnight in my room somewhere.  And like...Sleepover Friends or whatever the fuck else I read back then. Oh, that sounds porny!

Also, I think I want to be a copy editor.  So far, that's been my favorite thing about my journalism class - those exercises where you go through sentences and correct grammar and move the words around to make sentences that are more clear and double check the math on statistics related such.  I was copy editor for my high school yearbook, although that was somewhat different.  And I know it's funny because on lj I just kind of ramble and think grammar doesn't really apply to me, and am often fairly incoherent. But i can write well when I care??

Just Quotage Now.

Book: Lancelot  by Walker Percy
Reminds me of: Chuck Palahniuk, Bret Easton Ellis, the movie "Closer," other things I can't place.
( um a terrible ton of quotage here )

(also, there are like a million great quotes in his other book which I read first, The Moviegoer, and which kind of had no plot and was less good, but parts of it were incredibly worded and so true, but my fingers are all typed out for tonight and I still have more clothes to sort through. Like why do I have clothes from when I was in 8th grade? SRSLY?)

Just Quotage Now.

Book: Lancelot  by Walker Percy
Reminds me of: Chuck Palahniuk, Bret Easton Ellis, the movie "Closer," other things I can't place.
( um a terrible ton of quotage here )

(also, there are like a million great quotes in his other book which I read first, The Moviegoer, and which kind of had no plot and was less good, but parts of it were incredibly worded and so true, but my fingers are all typed out for tonight and I still have more clothes to sort through. Like why do I have clothes from when I was in 8th grade? SRSLY?)

LOST meme, days 23 and 24.

A LOST-related Youtube video:

If this doesn't make you cry, I hate you. Just kidding.

Whatever Tickles Your Fancy:

Once, during season 4, I had a dream that Josh Holloway hung himself and it was terribly sad, but then it turned out it was all a set up and he had been murdered...by Mary-Kate Olsen. And then The Life and Times of Jeremy Bentham happened and it was weird. But it would have been weirder if John Locke were murdered...by Ben...who was really...Mary-Kate Olsen :p

I also had a creepy dream about Brittany Murphy in '05 where she turned into Mary-Kate Olsen and then disappeared into a sea of people and I couldn't find her, and now Brittany Murphy is dead (the dream was before the whole Heath thing too...) Mary-Kate Olsen is clearly a harbinger of deaths, both actual and fictional. Ha!

LOST meme, days 23 and 24.

A LOST-related Youtube video:

If this doesn't make you cry, I hate you. Just kidding.

Whatever Tickles Your Fancy:

Once, during season 4, I had a dream that Josh Holloway hung himself and it was terribly sad, but then it turned out it was all a set up and he had been murdered...by Mary-Kate Olsen. And then The Life and Times of Jeremy Bentham happened and it was weird. But it would have been weirder if John Locke were murdered...by Ben...who was really...Mary-Kate Olsen :p

I also had a creepy dream about Brittany Murphy in '05 where she turned into Mary-Kate Olsen and then disappeared into a sea of people and I couldn't find her, and now Brittany Murphy is dead (the dream was before the whole Heath thing too...) Mary-Kate Olsen is clearly a harbinger of deaths, both actual and fictional. Ha!

my friend posted this on facebook. love it.

"Anne Sexton sometimes seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so
intensely, had so little capacity to filter out pain that everyday
events often seemed unbearable to her. Paradoxically it is also that
skinlessness which makes a poet. One must have the gift of language,
...but even a great gift is useless without the other curse: the eyes that
see so sharply they often want to close." -Erica Jong

my friend posted this on facebook. love it.

"Anne Sexton sometimes seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so
intensely, had so little capacity to filter out pain that everyday
events often seemed unbearable to her. Paradoxically it is also that
skinlessness which makes a poet. One must have the gift of language,
...but even a great gift is useless without the other curse: the eyes that
see so sharply they often want to close." -Erica Jong