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Tuesday, January 13, 2015
You should be listening to Jessie Ware :)
Monday, January 12, 2015
from the publisher:
1974. The Osmonds,
space hoppers and climbing trees, all grounded in the ultimate belief
that life was perfect. Childhood filled with tomorrows and a friendship
built to endure anything. Or was it?
Lou Turner loves Ashley Richards. Always has and always will. This is Lou’s story…a story spanning thirty years…from the innocence of youth to the bitterness of adulthood. But can Lou use her beginnings to shape her future? Only one woman can answer that question. Childhood and friendship…love and belief…hope that yesterdays can be what futures are made of. And Lou’s future began the day her world fell from a tree.
Lou Turner loves Ashley Richards. Always has and always will. This is Lou’s story…a story spanning thirty years…from the innocence of youth to the bitterness of adulthood. But can Lou use her beginnings to shape her future? Only one woman can answer that question. Childhood and friendship…love and belief…hope that yesterdays can be what futures are made of. And Lou’s future began the day her world fell from a tree.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
When I finish with a title on my Kindle I almost always delete it (though it still stays on my Amazon account) unless it's exceptionally good. I need the space and I feel like deleting it symbolizes I've closed the book and put it back on my shelf.
There are about a dozen (out of the more than I'd like to admit) romance novels I've kept on my device because they are that good. They are heavy on characterization, plot, theme and old-fashioned romance rather than sex. In fact, the less graphic the better; 'less is more' is much sweeter.
It irritates me (though not on a big scale when compared to other things in life) when people compare romance novels (of all kinds) to porn. I don't think the comparison is valid at all (at least with the type of novels I read) but then I can choose (most of the time) what to shut out in my own mind that turns pages into scenes.
I try not to judge people who do like porn because there are still a lot of people out in the world who somehow lump it in with (and judge) gays and lesbian simply because they don't understand (or purposely try not to understand) who and what we are.
On a episode of "Ellen" (the sitcom, not the talk show) that first aired years ago, she approaches a newsstand and asks the owner where the Advocate would be. He points to the porn section, where he has incorrectly stocked it. Anyone who's ever been witness to that subtle kind of homophobia gets the joke, both its humor and sadness.
Personally, I don't understand the pleasure in viewing porn. The only person I would want to see in such an intimate setting would be my spouse (in the hypothetical, parallel universe where I might actually have one.) To detach love from sex is as foreign to me as anything I could ever possibly imagine anything being.
But that's just me and I already feel like I'm sitting on my soap box so that it's for now...except for one last thing.
It's like a high school student interviewed for The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth: Popularity, Quirk Theory, and Why Outsiders Thrive After High School (great book, by the way!)says: "People assume that straight people fall in love and gay people have sex." It's not fair at all, nor true, but it's an attitude that fuels a lot of anti-gay bigotry.
There are about a dozen (out of the more than I'd like to admit) romance novels I've kept on my device because they are that good. They are heavy on characterization, plot, theme and old-fashioned romance rather than sex. In fact, the less graphic the better; 'less is more' is much sweeter.
It irritates me (though not on a big scale when compared to other things in life) when people compare romance novels (of all kinds) to porn. I don't think the comparison is valid at all (at least with the type of novels I read) but then I can choose (most of the time) what to shut out in my own mind that turns pages into scenes.
I try not to judge people who do like porn because there are still a lot of people out in the world who somehow lump it in with (and judge) gays and lesbian simply because they don't understand (or purposely try not to understand) who and what we are.
On a episode of "Ellen" (the sitcom, not the talk show) that first aired years ago, she approaches a newsstand and asks the owner where the Advocate would be. He points to the porn section, where he has incorrectly stocked it. Anyone who's ever been witness to that subtle kind of homophobia gets the joke, both its humor and sadness.
Personally, I don't understand the pleasure in viewing porn. The only person I would want to see in such an intimate setting would be my spouse (in the hypothetical, parallel universe where I might actually have one.) To detach love from sex is as foreign to me as anything I could ever possibly imagine anything being.
But that's just me and I already feel like I'm sitting on my soap box so that it's for now...except for one last thing.
It's like a high school student interviewed for The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth: Popularity, Quirk Theory, and Why Outsiders Thrive After High School (great book, by the way!)says: "People assume that straight people fall in love and gay people have sex." It's not fair at all, nor true, but it's an attitude that fuels a lot of anti-gay bigotry.
Sunday papers...
It's the first time in ages I've been able to sit down with all the major weekend/Sunday papers. So far, this has grabbed my eye:
A review in the Guardian for a new album that sounds intriguing and completely different:
here’s a glossy quality to this debut from London-based electronics whiz James Greenwood: every track has been polished to such a high lustre, and the 24-year-old’s softly-spoken vocals are delivered with such composure, that a little bit of messiness here and there wouldn’t go amiss. The pleasure, and it’s considerable, is in the detail. Greenwood has woven an intricate tapestry of bleeps, acid squelches and melancholy synths, but he’s hidden the threads: tracks such as Lucky are more layered and complex than they initially appear. It takes a lot of skill to make something this painstaking sound so smooth.
Scary or neat?:
http://www.wsj.com/articles/the-future-of-medicine-is-in-your-smartphone-1420828632
Also thanks to WSJ, I found out about this:
http://www.amazon.com/Her-Brilliant-Career-Extraordinary-Fifties-ebook/dp/B00IZP4KA8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1421011676&sr=8-1&keywords=her+brilliant+career
and this:
A review in the Guardian for a new album that sounds intriguing and completely different:
here’s a glossy quality to this debut from London-based electronics whiz James Greenwood: every track has been polished to such a high lustre, and the 24-year-old’s softly-spoken vocals are delivered with such composure, that a little bit of messiness here and there wouldn’t go amiss. The pleasure, and it’s considerable, is in the detail. Greenwood has woven an intricate tapestry of bleeps, acid squelches and melancholy synths, but he’s hidden the threads: tracks such as Lucky are more layered and complex than they initially appear. It takes a lot of skill to make something this painstaking sound so smooth.
Scary or neat?:
http://www.wsj.com/articles/the-future-of-medicine-is-in-your-smartphone-1420828632
Also thanks to WSJ, I found out about this:
and this:
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| Evol is love spelled backwards :) Their food is actually quite good. http://www.wsj.com/articles/stone-cold-boxes-frozen-food-is-looking-good-1420834102
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