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Apr. 9th, 2008

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"In two weeks, despite these notes, I shall no longer believe in what I am experiencing now. One must leave behind a trace of this journey which memory forgets. One must, when this is impossible, write or draw without responding to the romantic solicitations of pain, without enjoying suffering like music, tieing a pen to one's foot if need be, helping the doctors who can learn nothing from laziness."

-Jean Cocteau, Opium
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Mar. 31st, 2008

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My favourite Rousseau quotes

"I must warn the reader that this chapter should be read with care, for I have not the skill to make myself clear for those who do not wish you concentrate their attention."


"The third kind is so manifestly bad that the pleasure of demonstrating its badness would be a waste of time."


"What?"


-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract
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Mar. 21st, 2008

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"I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger."
-John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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Mar. 18th, 2008

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Music, Music
from The Civil War: Strange & Fascinating Facts by Burke Davis

At the height of the battle of Shiloh, when the issue was much in doubt, a Federal band blared away at tunes from Il Trovatore, as thousands of blue-clad soldiers huddled under the river bluffs, and their comrades held off the Confederates.

Not long afterward, as the furious first day's fighting dragged to an end, a fresh regiment came ashore from its boats, with a band playing "Hail Columbia.' Some officers thought it helped to save the day for the Union.

Robert E. Lee once listened to a band concert in camp and said, "I don't see how we could have an army without music."

Both armies applied music to problems of morale.

Federal armies in the first days of the war had half their regiments equipped with bands. Musicians drew higher pay than privates, and hats were passed for them after concerts; this attracted many famous civilian bands. Most Union bands were of 22 pieces, and they overcame Confederate competition in many engagements. Southern troops gathered eagerly to listen to music from enemy bands, throughout the war.

Fifty Union bands staged a Sunday concert at the White House before the Seven Days battles in 1862, but served only to arm critics in the North and reduce the blare of martial music. It was charged that the War Department spent $4,000,000 a year on bands, and that in July, 1862, there were 618 bands in service, a ratio of one musician to every 42 soldiers. The protests ended regimental bands, and thereafter only brigades had official bands--of 16 men each. Best of them were the German bands, thoroughly trained in civilian life.

Most Confederate bands had but three or four pieces, usually played by Germans, and though they got no such handsome treatment as Federal musicians, the Southerners adapted themselves readily. Bandsmen learned to serenade the most prosperous-looking houses in a neighborhood, in return for food. The piano player would walk uninvited into the house, play at the instrument until the family gathered, and charm the hosts as his comrades joined him singly. Such concerts invariably produced rations.

Federal cavalry officers, especially Philip Sheridan, used bands to inspire headlong charges of his men. Among the Confederate troopers, however, only the famed 2nd Virginia regiment had a band, which came into being by the capture of the instruments of a New York infantry regiment at Haymarket, Virginia.

The 17th Virginia Infantry had Irish music from its fife-and-drum team, composed of a father and his son, the latter so small that his coattails dragged the ground behind, and his drum bumped in front.

A German, Jacob Gans, was the favorite bugler of the Confederate General, Nathan B. Forrest; he was so often under fire as to qualify as a combatant. On one march to Pulaski, Mississippi, riding close to his commander, Gans got three bullet holes in his bugle.

Another German, Jacob Tannenbaum, who had been a court musician in Hanover at 19, was caught in Mississippi at the outbreak of war. In Mobile, Alabama, he teamed with Harry McCarthy to write "The Bonnie Blue Flag," according to one story, but soon migrated to the North and joined a minstrel troupe.

One Major Naquet, an engineer on the staff of the Confederate General, Braxton Bragg, endeared himself to troops by singing in camp, especially a spirited rendition of the "Marseillaise"--but on the eve of the battle of Missionary Ridge he absconded with $150,000 from the army's war chest, deserted to the enemy and told all he knew of Bragg's position.

Late in the war Confederate troops were still being cheered by bands, despite all handicaps. When General Jubal A. Early moved into the outskirts of Washington in 1864, one of the first reports of danger came from a scout, to this effect:
"The enemy are preparing to make a grand assault on Fort Stevens tonight. They are tearing down fences and are moving to the right, their bands playing. Can't you hurry up the Fifth Corps?"

The bands of the 11th and 26th North Carolina (the latter regiment almost destroyed in the engagement) played so loudly during the 2nd day's fighting at Gettysburg as to draw fire from Federal artillery. These men were called from their duty of nursing the wounded to bolster the morale of the infantry, and played for hours in competition with the massed fire of guns on both sides.

One of the war's lively musical traditions was created by J.E.B. Stuart, the cavalry chief of the Army of Northern Virginia. He fashioned a sort of primitive jazz band around a servant, "Mulatto Bob," who played the bones; Sam Sweeney of Appomattox, Virginia, a banjoist; half a dozen fiddlers, singers and dancers. Stuart kept some of them busy through most of the war; battle was a temporary interruption.

Sweeney was one of the early blackface minstrels. His brother, Joe, who died just before the war, was credited with development of the banjo from a crude instrument used by Negroes on Southern plantations. The Sweeney company had become so famous as to stage a European tour, and once played for Queen Victoria.

Stuart was an enthusiastic serenader, and at 1 a.m. of October 9, 1862, just as he was taking his horsemen on one of his famed raids into Pennsylvania, he paused for a musical interlude.

With banjo, bones, fiddlers and chorus, Stuart roused the bevy of young ladies at The Bower, the home of Stephen Dandridge, near Martinsburg, Virginia. While his audience smiled down, the commander of cavalry directed this program--all within sound of his troops:

Grand Overture - Orchestra
Cottage by the Sea - Sweeney
Lilly Dear - Sweeney
When the Swallows Homeward Fly - Stuart
Looka Dar Now - Capt. Tiernan Brien
Going Down to Town - Sweeney
Ever of Thee - Sweeney
Money Musk - Orchestra
The Separation - Stuart
I Ain't Got No Time To Tarry (Sic! sic! sic!) - Sweeney
Evelyn - Stuart
Lively Price - Orchestra
Soldier's Dream - Stuart
Old Grey Mare - Sweeney

Of the many songs originated in the war, at least one became a well-known hymn--"Hold the Fort, For I Am Coming." It was born in an incident of the fighting around Kennesaw Mountain, Georgia, when the Confederates isolated General J.M. Corse with his 1,500 men in Allatoona.

When a division of 6,500 Southerners attacked the outpost, and all seemed lost for the bluecoats, signalmen flapping their flags on Kennesaw Mountain sent Corse the messages: "Sherman is moving with force. Hold out." And: "Hold on, General Sherman says he is working hard for you."

Corse did hold out, despite 705 casualties and 200 lost as prisoners. Near the end, when Sherman sent a message asking if Corse had been wounded, the defiant reply went back: "I am short a cheekbone and one ear, but am able to whip all hell yet."

Of these materials Philip Paul Bliss wrote his popular hymn.

Perhaps the best-known of all Civil War music is the bugle call, "Taps," which began as a call for troops of the Federal General Daniel Butterfield.

Music was often a peacemaker of sorts. In the fighting before the fall of Atlanta, the brass band of Major Arthur Shoaff's battallion of Georgia Sharpshooters gave to the cause their expert cornettist. Each evening after supper, the musician came to the front lines and played for Confederates along the entrenchments. When firing was heavy, he failed to appear.

Across the lines, Federal pickets would shout, "Hey, Johnny! We want that cornet player."
"He would play, but he's afraid you'll spoil his horn."
"We'll hold fire."
"All right, Yanks."
The cornettist would then mount the works and play solos from operas, and sing tunes like "Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming," and "I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls" in a fine tenor.

Colonel James Cooper Nisbet, who was on hand, never forgot the scene: "How the Yanks would applaud! They had a good cornet player who would alternate with our man."

The concert over, firing would begin.
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Jan. 8th, 2008

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READING LIST 2007

My 2007 list is here:

http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/101937?shelf=2007list


I read 43 books last year, the most ever in a year I've ever read!

YAY

I have taught myself to read faster than ever, & have also inherited my mother's strange but fabulous sense of whodunnit before the first chapter is over.

Maybe I'll try for 50 this year ...

Oct. 26th, 2007

books

Have you mooched a book today?

bookmooch.com

I've been adding a lot of books to my account on bookmooch lately. I have too many books (yes, it is possible), & it pains me to just see them sitting there. I got a lot of them while working at bookstores, so a good percentage are advanced copies, which I see as treats for others, & am glad to give those away. Other books I've read that I don't want to keep, which before I thought this was a sin, but I have learned it is okay to give those away as well. Instead of going to the used bookstore to trade in books for a percentage of the price, all the while leaving the place having spent more than I had bargained for, I find this website to be perfect for me.

Bookmooch is a website where you list the books you want to give away, & mooch the books that you want. As you go adding, you accumulate points, which you can use to acquire books. So far I've gotten God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy & the Italian book in my previous post. Two other books to help me learn Italian are on their way, hopefully. This is an excited service, cos the money it takes to send (the shipping cost is returned to you in the act of mooching) these babies out is nowhere near the money you would spend in a used book store, let alone a chain. I do love books, so I will still be purchasing books now & then, but if they are available to me for free or nearly free I'll definitely take it.

Bookmooch is only for people serious about wanting to participate in the service, of course. You should send the books out soon after (although most people are extremely understanding if there is a delay), you have to be willing to pay the shipping on those books, you have to remember to update, etc. -- just be mildly responsible & love books & you'll enjoy the site very very much.

Read the New York Times article on the service here & also behind the cut )


Happy mooching!
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May. 21st, 2007

books

Excerpt

Maurice
by E.M. Forster

Maurice Hall, at the innocent but not-so-innocent age of fourteen, is leaving prep school to go to public school & one of his schoolmasters decides to give him the birds & the bees talk. This is my favourite part of the book, cos it shows how clever children are while interpreting the hypocritical actions of adults. At the very end, when the pun is delivered, I fell completely in love with the title character. (Later in the book I just ended up loving his lovers ...) Forster is amusing & interesting at the same time.

Here is the excerpt:

'I am going to talk to you for a few moments as if I were your father, Maurice! I shall call you by your real name.' Then, very simply and kindly, he approached the mystery of sex. He spoke of male and female, created by God in the beginning in order that the earth might be peopled, and of the period when the male and female receive their powers. 'You are just becoming a man now, Maurice; that is why I am telling you about this. It is not a thing that your mother can tell you, and you should not mention it to her nor to any lady, and if at your next school the boys mention it to you, just shut them up; tell then you know. Have you heard about it before?'

'No, sir.'

'Not a word?'

'No, sir.'

Still smoking his pipe, Mr Ducie got up, and choosing a smooth piece of sand drew diagrams upon it with his walking-stick. 'This will make it easier,' he said to the boy, who watched dully: it bore no relation to his experiences. He was attentive, as was natural when he was the only one in the class, and he knew that the subject was serious and related to his own body. But he could not himself relate it; it fell to pieces as soon as Mr Ducie put it together, like an impossible sum. In vain he tried he tried. His torpid brain would not awake. Puberty was there, but not intelligence, and manhood was stealing on him, as it always must, in a trance. Useless to break in upon that trance. Useless to describe it, however scientifically and sympathetically. The boy assents and is dragged back into sleep, not to be enticed there before his hour.

Mr Ducie, whatever his science, was sympathetic. Indeed he was too sympathetic; he attributed cultivated feelings to Maurice, and did not realize that he must either understand nothing to be overwhelmed. 'All this is rather a bother,' he said, 'but one must get it over, one musn´t make a mystery of it. Then come the great things -- Love, Life.' He was fluent, having talked to boys in this way before, and he knew the kind of question they would ask. Maurice would not ask: he only said, 'I see, I see, I see,' and at first Mr Ducie feared he did not see. He examined him. The replies were satisfactory. The boy´s memory was good and -- so curious a fabric is the human -- he even developed a spurious intelligence, a surface flicker to respond to the beaconing glow of the man´s. In the end he did ask one ot two questions about sex, and they were to the point. Mr Ducie was much pleased. 'That´s right,' he said. 'You need never be puzzled or bothered now.'

Love and life still remained, and he touched on them as they strolled forward by the colourless sea. He spoke of the ideal man -- chaste with asceticism. He sketched the glory of Woman. Engaged to be married himself, he grew more human, and his eyes coloured up behind the strong spectacles; his cheek flushed. To love a noble woman, to protect and serve her -- this, he told the little boy, was the crown of life. 'You can´t understand now, you will some day, and when you do understand it, remember the poor old pedagogue who put you on the track. It all hangs together -- all -- and God´s in his heaven, All´s right with the world. Male and female! Ah wonderful!'

'I think I shall not marry,' remarked Maurice.

'This day ten years hence -- I invite you and your wife to dinner with my wife and me. Will you accept?'

'Oh, sir!' He smiled with pleasure.

'It´s a bargain, then!' It was at all events a good joke to end with. Maurice was flattered and began to contemplate marriage. But while they were easing off Mr Ducie stopped, and held his cheek as though every tooth ached. He turned and looked at the long expanse of sand behind.

'I never scratched out those infernal diagrams,' he said slowly.

At the further end of the bay some people were following them, also by the edge of the sea. Their course would take them by the very spot where Mr Ducie had illustrated sex, and one of them was a lady. He ran back sweating with fear.

'Sir, won´t it be all right?' Maurice cried. 'The tide´ll have covered them by now.'

'Good Heavens . . . thank God . . . the tide´s rising.'

And suddenly, for an instant of time, the boy despised him. 'Liar,' he thought. 'Liar, coward, he´s told me nothing.' . . . Then darkness rolled up again, the darkness that is primeval but not eternal, and yields to its own painful dawn.

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May. 1st, 2007

corazonsevillista

BOOKS!

My sister sent me three books! Thanks, Sister!

Shopgirl by Steve Martin: she had previously bought me the audiobook version read my Martin himself, which I listened to on wonderful Sunday afternoons. She got this for me cos she knows how much I love Steve Martin, & also thought I would find myself in it cos I, too, was a shopgirl (& might be again sometime in life). I never finished the audiobook for fear that it might just be over, so it´s a good thing I can now read the book.

How to Talk Dirty & Influence People by Lenny Bruce: I read this book in 2002, mostly on my horrible road trip across the United States. I LOVE Lenny Bruce, really. I wrote a poem about him once. I think he should never be forgotten. Even if you don´t agree with what he says (I don´t) you still have to appreciate what he tried to do for the world. No one can do it like he did. I will read it again, & enjoy it again, too.

Daisy, Daisy by Christian Miller: This book is about a lady who traveled across the United States on bicycle. I LOVE travel stories, so I am excited to read this, maybe it will influence me to travel the States again, & make it better, enjoy myself this time. Not on a bike, though. I wonder if I could do the Camino on a bike ...

It´s terrific to read. I recently got my LIBRARY CARD for Andalucía!!¿¿ The first book I checked out was Oriente, Occidente (East, West) by Salman Rushdie. I have to read it before 7 May so I can turn it back in to get another. I don´t want to check out more than one book cos I´ll either lose them or never read them. The library in my neighbourhood is very small, but I don´t want to go to another one anytime soon, cos there are plenty of great books in this one. I will read what I want to in this one then go to more when I´m ready to expand.

So I think I will read Rushdie, then read one of my present books, then check out another book, etc. I found Maurice by Forster at the library in English. I might read it, supposedly its about gay boys. I don´t know if it´s boring or not. People said Joyce was boring, losers.

But alright, the point of this post is to say I´m back in the reading scene. Nerds.
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Jan. 1st, 2007

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MY READING LIST 2006

I was sad there wasn't a lot on the list after finishing it, but considering that I moved to Spain, have been struggling a lot, been watching football like a maniac ... makes me pretty damn proud I read so much. This year, as always, I'll read everything I can!



VR'S READING LIST 2006

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BOOKS - FICTION

Eco, Umberto - The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana
Halloran, Mark - Rastros humeantes
LeBlanc, Maurice - The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar
LeBlanc, Maurice - Arsene Lupin
Madsen, Jason - Wetdreams and Zoloft
Moehringer, JR - The Tender Bar: A Memoir
Rushdie, Salman - The Satanic Verses
*Salinger, J.D. - Catcher in the Rye
Valera, Juan - Pepita Jimenez


BOOKS - NON-FICTION

Menocal, Maria Rosa - The Ornament of the World: How Muslims, Jews and Christians Created a Culture of Tolerance in Medieval Spain


SHORT STORIES

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*Andersen, Hans Christian - The Little Match Girl
Gaines, Ernest J. - The Sky is Gray
Gaines, Ernest J. - A Long Day in November
*Macy, Tim - The Brass Teapot
Salinger, J.D. - Slight Rebellion off Madison
Smith, Zadie - Hanwell in Hell


CHILDREN'S BOOKS

*Bannerman, Helen - Little Black Sambo


PLAYS

García Lorca, Federico - Bodas de sangre


ESSAYS, ARTICLES, ETC.

*Black, Bob - My Date With Jim Hogshire
*Black, Bob - The Abolition of Work
*Camus, Albert - The Myth of Sisyphus
*Havel, Vaclav - Open Society Prize Acceptance Address
*Roy, Arundhati - Baby Bush Go Home
*Roy, Arundhati - The Most Cowardly War in History
*Rushdie, Salman - The New Empire Within Britain
*Smith, Zadie - On the Road: American Writers and their Hair


MANIFESTOS

*Borduas, Paul-Emile - Refus global
*Hamas - The Covenant of the Islamic Resistance Movement


STUDY GUIDES

*The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana
*The Satanic Verses


* THE LINK LEADS TO THE FULL-TEXT ONLINE

Dec. 25th, 2006

corazonsevillista

I abandoned the Beat YEARS ago, but this is so interesting & exciting!!

Learning the secrets of Kerouac's scroll
Jenna Russell
July 29, 2006



Literary legend … Jack Kerouac, who died in October 1969.


IT'S literary legend: how Jack Kerouac wrote his breakthrough novel On the Road in a three-week frenzy of creativity in spring 1951, typing the story without paragraphs or page breaks onto a 36-metre scroll of nearly-translucent paper.

In fact, he revised the book many times before it was published six years later, and while the scroll came to symbolise the spontaneity of the Beat Generation, the early, unedited version never reached the public.

Now, to coincide with the 50th anniversary of the novel's publication, the original, scroll-written version of On the Road will be published next year in book form for the first time, said John Sampas, the executor of Kerouac's literary estate and the brother of his third wife, Stella. It will include some sections that had been cut from the novel because of references to sex or drugs.

more .... )
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Dec. 6th, 2006

corazonsevillista

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Question: What is the opposite of fate?

Not disbelief. Too final, certain, closed. Itself is a kind of belief.

Doubt.

The human condition, but what of the angelic? Halfway between Allahgod and homosap, did they ever doubt? They did: challenging God's will one day they hid muttering beneath the Throne, daring to ask forbidden things: antiquestions. Is it right that. Could it not be argued. Freedom, the old antiquest. He calmed them down, naturally, emplying management skills a la god. Flattered them: you will be the instruments of my will on earth, the salvationdamnation of man, all the usual etcetera. And hey presto, the end of protest, on with the haloes, back to work. Angels are easily pacified; turn them into instruments and they'll play your harpy tune. Human beings are tougher nuts, can doubt anything, even the evidence of their own eyes. Of behing-their-own-eyes. Of what, as they sink heavy-lidded, transpires behind closed peepers ... angels, they don't have much in the way of a will. To will is to disagree; not to submit; to dissent.


-Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses, pages 92-93
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Jul. 14th, 2006

corazonsevillista

Reason No.3294809234802,04 Why I'm Cooler Than You.












During my trash book picking the other day, I picked this puppy up. It's a fotonovela, basically a soap opera magazine told in fotos with all narration and dialogue in comic bubbles. This is No.22 from 1976. It's called, as you can see in the cover above, Cuerpos y almas (Bodies and Souls), and this particular story is called Asesino de muñecas (Doll Murderer). It's one of the coolest things I've ever had in my possession.




Above is a page of it, where Alejandro comes home to Veronica. She's very ugly but he's a hot, handsome, sweet thang. See, Vero is a nurse and has been hired my Ale to take care of his sister, who supposedly was in a car crash and hasn't gotten over it psychologically. She hears on the radio that there's a crazy rapist/killer going around town. Unfortunately, 30 pages are missing from the middle, so I have to speculate as to what went on. When it comes back, we see Vero is trying to leave the house cos she thinks Ale is the rapist/killer. Ale says hey, dumb ass, my sister was a victim of that perv and I go out every night trying to find him, but they caught him already. Then Vero goes oh I'm so sorry I should leave out of shame, then he says no, I've already forgotten about how you just acted like a broad.




Then they kiss. The End.

Damn, that's a GREAT story! And originally it only cost 6 duro. I love the 70s look, down to the bedsheets. The hair! The suits! And she wore these amazing go-go boots. She could have been prettier, though, and not so dumb. HOW CAN HE BE THE RAPIST/MURDERER? He's way too hot for that ... but it's all about MAKING NEW ONES. AND I WILL.

OH, I WILL.

YOU BETTER BELIEVE I WILL.

Supposedly this fotonovela thing was a Spanish phenomenon. It came out of the radio programs they had. They sold them at the kiosks! There were tonnes of them, and most of the boys looked like Alejandro. With tight ass pimp suits and such. I have another reason to go to the market I hate ... just to look for these treasures.
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May. 14th, 2006

corazonsevillista

Constellations and Dogsbody

When I was little, I was a super-extra-nerd. I took reports in school really seriously, even in elementary school. Real reports, not book reports, although sometimes I used to pimp those out, too. The first project I can think of was the TAG (Talented and Gifted) program project on a constellation. I was obsessed with stars and constellations (which led to a strong interest in mythology). I was also obsessed with dogs, so I chose Canis major as my constellation. He's one of Orion's hunting dogs, along with Canis minor, but I never thought he was helping to fight Taurus, but maybe turning against Orion in hunger because he still hadn't killed the hare. I also chose this one because I had a serious crush on Sirius, the dogstar, the brightest star 'sides the Sun.


Canis major


It was a partner project, but Michelle Herbert did absolutely nothing for the project. She also gave no explanation why. I was incapable of being a snitch, so when presentation time came, I let her read a page. I felt really disappointed in myself for it, and not just tearing her apart in front of everyone, but my mom said she would get hers.

I loved working on this project. All the information I was gathering from encyclopedias and other reference books was something I kept with me for a long time and haven't totally lost. When I'm interested in something, I really go crazy (Albania, anyone?) and research and learn all I can about it. I never lose these things because they become a part of me. This particular constellation was so interesting to me, and has a great background, so many things are coming back to me:

Canis Major's alpha star Sirius is the brightest star besides the Sun as seen from Earth. It is also one of the nearest. The star's name means scorching, since the summer heat occurred just after Sirius' heliacal rising. The Ancient Greeks referred to such times in the summer as dog days, as only dogs would be mad enough to go out in the heat, leading to the star being known as the Dog Star. Consequently, the constellation was named after it, as a Big Dog. - Wikipedia


All of our parents gathered in the library to see our presentations. I wore a dress and a shawl, and looked pretty sharp for an eight-year-old tomboy. I showed everyone my cover, which was the constellation, made out of construction paper, glitter and glue. It was hot. My parents were very proud of me, especially because I was really into it.

The teacher, Mrs. Thomspon, never gave my project back, and I've always wanted to go up there and eventually sue them for it. I put my heart into that presentation. And I'm still obsessed with constellations, secretly. When I look up at a night sky, I'm not only looking for stars, but also trying to see which constellations I still remember, and if I remember which ones would be there in the first place according to which sky is out. I could watch stars forever. When I was traveling for almost three months and felt entirely too far away from home and in a horrible place, I looked up at the stars a lot, and found constellations I had known since I was a kid, and felt better. I did that these few nights when things just weren't going good, and found myself up there again, and that's the only way I could rest assured knowing things would be alright eventually. Gladly, eventually came earlier than I thought.

We used to go to the used book sales at the library, and one day my parents were feeling quite generous and let me get a paper bag full of books. You know, the kind where you can't look inside before you buy it, and in the end it doesn't really matter because it only cost a dollar anyway. I lucked out. Inside there was a hardcover book about constellations and stars, and also a book called Dogsbody by Diane Wynne Jones. The cover was absolutely amazing:



The book was all about the Dogstar, Sirius. I cannot express how much my crush multiplied when I read this book. In it, he gets caught doing some things he wasn't supposed to be doing, and os accused of murder in a Celestial court. (Later on I found this scene in the book quite echoed the opening of Edgar Allen Poe's The Pit and the Pendulum.) He must go down to Earth to find the weapon, and they make him be born as a puppy in order to do it. Too bad he's born into a runt, and someone puts him into a sack and throws him in the river. After that, it gets even more interesting.

I've been obsessed with the book ever since. Every time I get the chance, such as when working at bookstores, I recommend it to some young folk, or teachers and parents, too. It's a very exciting book, and as soon as I get my hands on it, I'm going to read it again. My copy is in my studio in the States, but I've been wanting to also get an extra copy so as to preserve that one. I'm not sure how many times I've read it, but each and every time it's exhilirating. It won a Carnegie medal, and is still in print, so if any of you want to read it or know some kids around who like to read (or even who don't) you should go ahead and find it. The cover has changed, but the book is still the same. It's also quite cheap for a new book, if you can't find it used. J.T. Rowling, who wrote Harry Potter has been compared to Diana Wynne Jones.

Dec. 31st, 2005

corazonsevillista

READING LIST 2005

Another year, another list. I didn't read as much as I wanted to or should have, of course. And I didn't finish a handful of books I really wanted to, but there's always next year. I am glad I got to read as much as I did, and will continue to try and read as much as I can.


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BOOKS - FICTION

Capote, Truman - Breakfast at Tiffany's
Chbosky, Stephen - The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Escandon, Maria Amparo - Gonzalez and Daughter Trucking Co.: A Road Novel with Literary License
Hammett, Dashiell - The Dain Curse
Hammett, Dashiell - Red Harvest
Hammett, Dashiell - The Thin Man
Kundera, Milan - The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Lee, Harper - To Kill a Mockingbird
Palahniuk, Chuck - Diary
Palahniuk, Chuck - Invisible Monsters
Plath, Sylvia - The Bell Jar


BOOKS - NON-FICTION

Plummer, Thomas G, ed, et.al. - Film and Politics in Weimar Germany
St. James, James - Party Monster:A Fabulous But True Tale of Murder in Clubland
Owen, Frank - Clubland: The Fabulous Rise and Murderous Fall of Club Culture
Truss, Lynne - Eats, Shoots & Leaves
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SHORT STORIES

*Bataille, Georges - The Story of the Eye
*Capote, Truman - A Christmas Memory
Capote, Truman - A Diamond Guitar
Capote, Truman - House of Flowers
*Hammett, Dashiell - Arson Plus
*London, Jack - The Law of Life
Novakovich, Josip - Spleen
*Palahniuk, Chuck - Guts


COMICS

Davis, Jim - Garfield Gains Weight
Davis, Jim - Garfield Takes the Cake
Shulz, Charles M. - The Complete Peanuts 1950-1952
Schulz, Charles M. - We're On Your Side, Charlie Brown
Schulz, Charles M. - It's For You, Snoopy
Watterson, Bill - Calvin & Hobbes: There's Treasure Everywhere


CHILDREN'S BOOKS

Snicket, Lemony - A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning (1)
Snicket, Lemony - A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Reptile Room (2)
Snicket, Lemony - A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Wide Window (3)
Snicket, Lemony - A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Miserable Mill (4)


PLAYS

*García Lorca, Federico - La casa de Bernarda Alba
Mayakovsky, Vladimir - The Bedbug


POETRY

Hammad, Suheir - Zaatardiva
Mayakovsky, Vladimir - Selected Poetry
Mayakovsky, Vladimir - Listen!: Early Poems 1913-1918


ESSAYS, ARTICLES, ETC.

*Nin, Anaïs - In Favor of the Sensitive Man
*Twain, Mark - Moro Massacre




* THE LINK LEADS TO THE FULL-TEXT ONLINE
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Feb. 23rd, 2005

corazonsevillista

[I keep finding great things!]



Inside of the above book
(bought at my favorite local used bookstore for $5 and $5 trade-in credit)
I found the following note written on the inside front cover:



"12/82

For your late night 'scaries'-

R
"



I figure it must have been an amazing Xmas gift.
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Jan. 4th, 2005

corazonsevillista

[Reading List 2004]

A pathetic list, as I would have loved to read more, as always. But I did read some great things. Not on the list: numerous children's books and millions of articles I read throughout the year. Will make sure they are on the list next time, as I've already (happily) started.

Cheers.

Reading List 2004 )
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