Full Frontal Feminism - Jessica Valenti
Georges Marvelous Medicine - Roald Dahl
The Twits - Roald Dahl
Fantastic Mr. Fox - Roald Dahl
Matilda - Roald Dahl
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
The BFG - Roald Dahl
The Witches - Roald Dahl
Death Comes in the End - Agatha Christie
China Candid - Sang Ye
Empress Orchid - Anchee Min
Eat, Pray, Love - Elizabeth Gilbert
Watchmen graphic novel
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows - J.K. Rowling
The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch
My Sister's Keeper - Jody Picoult
Forever in Blue: The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood - Ann Brashares
Hmm.....I need more books.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even if its not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from The presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the sliver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are and how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder May 1994
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even if its not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from The presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the sliver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are and how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder May 1994
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna have boobies
There is no funny gal out there who can make me laugh as much as Ellen Degeneres. She recently gave the commencement speech at Tulane University, and was absolutely amazing. Humorous, witty, and just plain genuine, her speech had me laughing and awwing all at the same time.
Bringing some much needed comedy relief to our everyday lives while still staying true to herself, she has definitely become a great role model for many young people in our generation.
Bringing some much needed comedy relief to our everyday lives while still staying true to herself, she has definitely become a great role model for many young people in our generation.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Some great summer reading
As of recently I've been reading a most inspiring book, I don't know why I didn't read more of it before. While I had the book in my possession in march, I never really got around to really dwell into its pages to find out what the author actually had to say. Now that school is out, I've returned to one of my favorite past times, curling up with a good book in bed.
The book in question is titled Full Frontal Feminism, written by a most amazing and opinionated author, Jessica Valenti takes the reader into the very heart and soul of the many issues surrounding feminism and what society has made it out to be. From dissecting what is actually happening concerning a women's reproduction rights to telling her fellow women out there that your entire life does not revolve around getting married and having babies, the book goes on to discuss some of the atypical stereotypes of what many people perceive "feminism" to be. I've always been a big fan of breaking stereotypes and proving the world wrong of what it "perceived" a person is and should be, so here's to breaking that mold and telling the world just how cool feminism really is.
Valenti's very first chapter is titled "Your a hardcore feminist. I swear" while I knew I agreed with many of the issues discussed within her book, I wouldn't have classified myself as hardcore. But as I went on to read and learn more about the many issues surrounding what feminism is truly about, I came to understand that yes I am a hardcore feminist, and I'm damn proud of it.
She also has a blog at www.feministing.com
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Razzle Dazzle Them
I've always been a avid fan of musicals, the live action, music, and raw energy all make for a great combination of an awesome show of song and dance. But nothing beats being a part of the theatrical cast and crew, all part of one big family, one big very dramatic family.
My favorite and best memories of being a part of this family were the late night rehearsals, the frequent trips to D&D and McDs, and the absolute craziness that would have us laughing hysterically and screaming at the top of our lungs all in the single breath of a second.
So of course with my love of the theater, lately I've been listening nonstop to music from the acclaimed musical Chicago. A show set in 1920s America, it was the time of the Jazz Age: flappers, booze, and where everyone lived to the fullest and died young.
If you want to watch the movie here is the link to part one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BAZy7MbbMo
Scandalous and provocative, but who doesn't like a good story?
My favorite and best memories of being a part of this family were the late night rehearsals, the frequent trips to D&D and McDs, and the absolute craziness that would have us laughing hysterically and screaming at the top of our lungs all in the single breath of a second.
So of course with my love of the theater, lately I've been listening nonstop to music from the acclaimed musical Chicago. A show set in 1920s America, it was the time of the Jazz Age: flappers, booze, and where everyone lived to the fullest and died young.
If you want to watch the movie here is the link to part one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BAZy7MbbMo
Scandalous and provocative, but who doesn't like a good story?
Friday, May 8, 2009
Live. Laugh. Love.
A writer is only as good as the inspiration that gives him/her the motive to want to write. But to be able to be inspired seems like a tougher and tougher task these days. Like so many of my other blogs and online journals, entries found within each one would dwindle down to the point where I would merely delete the entire thing. Not because I did not like writing anymore, but I would find no inspiration to actually put in the effort to post anything up. True, I could have used it as an outlet where I could vent and lay my heart out. But on a deeper level, writing is not just an outlet to voice what I'm feeling at that exact moment, but more of a chance to philosophize and ponder the questions and find the inspiration that can spark so many other thoughts and ideas within my mind. A constant day dreamer, I find that asking the questions and the "what ifs" brings a lot more satisfaction in the end then just finding the answers.
With that in mind this blog will not entirely be an analytical essay on the mysteries of life, it will also be a keepsake of a sort, a memory holder, something I hope I can look back on throughout the years to come and be re-inpsired by the many events and happenings that came to be a part of my life.
Staying inspired.
The summer has just begun.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke
With that in mind this blog will not entirely be an analytical essay on the mysteries of life, it will also be a keepsake of a sort, a memory holder, something I hope I can look back on throughout the years to come and be re-inpsired by the many events and happenings that came to be a part of my life.
Staying inspired.
The summer has just begun.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke
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