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Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Friday, April 23, 2010
Bipolar
I was having solitary midnight hot tub time tonight, and found myself thinking about bipolar disorders which led me to think about Holly Golightly. Clearly she was bipolar, but based off of his writing style Truman Capote is not. So I wonder, how he was able to portray a bipolar woman so effectively in Breakfast at Tiffany's? Certainly he must have been familiar with the disorder, perhaps from dealing with someone personally. Regardless of how Capote knows, it made me realize something: no bipolar person would be able to write about other bipolar people. Perhaps it can be acknowledged and touched at, but the writing itself would be sporadic (assuming the writer is relatively manic while writing, which in my case happens a lot). With such intense bipolar sounding writing, it would be difficult to focus on what the character is doing that is manic and depressive. All in all, I thoroughly confused myself during my relaxation time, and am now finding possible and plausible solutions as to why it's so difficult for me to calmly explain the bipolar disorder. And right now, it's really bothering me the numerous times I have written the word "bipolar" in this paragraph. Bipolar.
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manic-depressive,
mental illness
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Chuck Klosterman Doesn't Love Me (March 19, 2010)
This is an excerpt of something that I apparently wrote on March 19, so about a month ago. And I was clearly just as crazy then as I am now.
I’m reading and drinking tea. Well, technically I’m not; I’m writing on paper, but seconds ago I was reading and drinking tea while still slowly working my way through Chuck Klosterman’s IV (which is a shame because I was certain I’d be finished by now).
Anyway, whenever I read CK my mind semi wanders away from the text and onto relationships. In itself, that’s bizarre because relationships are never Klosterman’s focal point. Although today I have posed two answers to this query: 1.) Chuck Klosterman is my soul mate; 2.) Chuck Klosterman would never love me. The latter is more likely (which is unfortunate). I feel myself falling in love with CK more and more with the more pages I read. From his writing, I feel that that is exactly who he is: what he writes. He is a bit over dramatic, but extremely intelligent. And what intellectuals aren’t over dramatic? I’m attracted to some private chaos, but public collectiveness. And that seems to be what Klosterman is based off his writing (both fiction and nonfiction). Basically, it all comes down to this: if Klosterman would turn out to be the man he is in my head, then he is my perfect mate. Which also means Chuck Klosterman will never want me.
I’m reading and drinking tea. Well, technically I’m not; I’m writing on paper, but seconds ago I was reading and drinking tea while still slowly working my way through Chuck Klosterman’s IV (which is a shame because I was certain I’d be finished by now).
Anyway, whenever I read CK my mind semi wanders away from the text and onto relationships. In itself, that’s bizarre because relationships are never Klosterman’s focal point. Although today I have posed two answers to this query: 1.) Chuck Klosterman is my soul mate; 2.) Chuck Klosterman would never love me. The latter is more likely (which is unfortunate). I feel myself falling in love with CK more and more with the more pages I read. From his writing, I feel that that is exactly who he is: what he writes. He is a bit over dramatic, but extremely intelligent. And what intellectuals aren’t over dramatic? I’m attracted to some private chaos, but public collectiveness. And that seems to be what Klosterman is based off his writing (both fiction and nonfiction). Basically, it all comes down to this: if Klosterman would turn out to be the man he is in my head, then he is my perfect mate. Which also means Chuck Klosterman will never want me.
Labels:
authors,
books,
Chuck Klosterman,
love,
reading,
relationships
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
All whiteys should read this book.
I have been reading the book Stuff White People Like by Christian Lander. I've gone through it before, but never as thoroughly as I am now. For those of you who aren't familiar with the book (about 85% or more of my Facebook friends), it is a compilation of various things that members of White society typically like and/or love. At the end there is even a checklist to help you determine just how "white" you are. The only thing I critique Lander on is that he is missing a few vital points, such as:
Jigsaw Puzzles- Now this might just be me, but I am a whitey and I LOVE jigsaw puzzles. Why? I don't fucking know, but it's a fact.
King of the Hill- The epitome of the perfect white family. Every white person wishes to settle down somewhere family friendly once in their 40s, and raise their children (that are somehow more unique than everyone else's children). Mom cooks and cleans. Dad works and drinks "his" beer.
Midnight Movie Showings- Every midnight showing I have been to has been swarmed with youngish to oldish hipster white people. Something about being dog tired forcing yourself to stay up until two in the morning is as fascinating to white people as porno is to lonely fat guys. There is a literal connection with midnight showings to white people. Somehow you can't be cool unless you have seen at least 5 movies out on DVD on the big screen for 7 to 10 dollars.
Record Stores- So we all know Amoeba, yes? Granted all races shop there, you will predominately find it strewn with whiteys. White people find it a requirement to forever be up to date with everything that has anything remotely to do with pop-culture.
Purchasing Vinyl- It's not so much for the fact that they enjoy the sound of a record over a CD. What the white person loves is for other people to see them buying records and for their friends to see a mass record collection at their house. By simply owning vinyl, you are cool.
The Book Stuff White People Like- They can't get enough of saying it's so true, it's so true to all one hundred-fifty items on the list.
Writing/Reading in Public: White people don't write and read for pleasure, this is why you never see them do it in their homes. What they really love is for other people to think they write and read for pleasure, so that they can tell themselves how much more intellectual they are than the people who rush out of the coffee shop to their high paying jobs.
There are a few more, but may perhaps be too offensive, and granted all white people say they don't get easily offended they fucking do. And they hold grudges like a motha-fucka!
Jigsaw Puzzles- Now this might just be me, but I am a whitey and I LOVE jigsaw puzzles. Why? I don't fucking know, but it's a fact.
King of the Hill- The epitome of the perfect white family. Every white person wishes to settle down somewhere family friendly once in their 40s, and raise their children (that are somehow more unique than everyone else's children). Mom cooks and cleans. Dad works and drinks "his" beer.
Midnight Movie Showings- Every midnight showing I have been to has been swarmed with youngish to oldish hipster white people. Something about being dog tired forcing yourself to stay up until two in the morning is as fascinating to white people as porno is to lonely fat guys. There is a literal connection with midnight showings to white people. Somehow you can't be cool unless you have seen at least 5 movies out on DVD on the big screen for 7 to 10 dollars.
Record Stores- So we all know Amoeba, yes? Granted all races shop there, you will predominately find it strewn with whiteys. White people find it a requirement to forever be up to date with everything that has anything remotely to do with pop-culture.
Purchasing Vinyl- It's not so much for the fact that they enjoy the sound of a record over a CD. What the white person loves is for other people to see them buying records and for their friends to see a mass record collection at their house. By simply owning vinyl, you are cool.
The Book Stuff White People Like- They can't get enough of saying it's so true, it's so true to all one hundred-fifty items on the list.
Writing/Reading in Public: White people don't write and read for pleasure, this is why you never see them do it in their homes. What they really love is for other people to think they write and read for pleasure, so that they can tell themselves how much more intellectual they are than the people who rush out of the coffee shop to their high paying jobs.
There are a few more, but may perhaps be too offensive, and granted all white people say they don't get easily offended they fucking do. And they hold grudges like a motha-fucka!
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