Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Summer Reading

This summer has been the most relaxing one I can remember having since before I started playing softball over a decade ago. While Boyfriend is at work during the day, I've been spending my time reading either in one of the various coffeeshops in town or at home. So far, I've been through four excellent books and have many more on my bookcase. Here they are:

The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
"Jonathan Franzen's third novel, The Corrections, is a great work of art and a grandly entertaining overture to our new century: a bold, comic, tragic, deeply moving family drama that stretches from the Midwest at mid-century to Wall Street and Eastern Europe in the age of greed and globalism. Franzen brings an old-time America of freight trains and civic duty, of Cub Scouts and Christmas cookies and sexual inhibitions, into brilliant collision with the modern absurdities of brain science, home surveillance, hands-off parenting, do-it-yourself mental healthcare, and the anti-gravity New Economy. With The Corrections, Franzen emerges as one of our premier interpreters of American society and the American soul."

The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
"From one of America’s iconic writers, a stunning book of electric honesty and passion. Joan Didion explores an intensely personal yet universal experience: a portrait of a marriage--and a life, in good times and bad--that will speak to anyone who has ever loved a husband or wife or child."

Strokes of Genius: Federer, Nadal, and the Greatest Match Ever Played by Jon Wertheim
"In the 2008 Wimbledon men’s final, Centre Court was a stage set worthy of Shakespearean drama. Five-time champion Roger Federer was on track to take his rightful place as the most dominant player in the history of the game. He just needed to cling to his trajectory. So in the last few moments of daylight, Centre Court witnessed a coronation. Only it wasn’t a crowning for the Swiss heir apparent but for a swashbuckling Spaniard. Twenty-two-year-old Rafael Nadal prevailed, in five sets, in what was, according to the author, "essentially a four-hour, forty-eight-minute infomercial for everything that is right about tennis—a festival of skill, accuracy, grace, strength, speed, endurance, determination, and sportsmanship." It was also the encapsulation of a fascinating rivalry, hard fought and of historic proportions.
In the tradition of John McPhee’s classic Levels of the Game, Strokes of Genius deconstructs this defining moment in sport, using that match as the backbone of a provocative, thoughtful, and entertaining look at the science, art, psychology, technology, strategy, and personality that go into a single tennis match.With vivid, intimate detail, Wertheim re-creates this epic battle in a book that is both a study of the mechanics and art of the game and the portrait of a rivalry as dramatic as that of Ali–Frazier, Palmer–Nicklaus, and McEnroe–Borg."


















Monday, February 27, 2012


You've been on my mind, I grow fonder every day
Lose myself in time just thinking of your face
God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want

I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all
You'll never know if you never try
To forget your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile
Until the end starts

If I've been on your mind, you hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go

I don't know why I'm scared 'cause I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all
You'll never know if you never try
To forget your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile
Until the end starts

I know it ain't easy giving up your heart
I know it ain't easy giving up your heart

Nobody's perfect
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart)
Trust me, I've learned it
Nobody's perfect
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart)
Trust me, I've learned it

Nobody's perfect
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart)
Trust me, I've learned it
Nobody's perfect
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart)
Trust me I've learned it

So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile
Until the end starts

Come on and give me a chance
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile
Until the end starts

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

“The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— 
The Mind is a single State— 
The Heart and the Mind together make 
A single Continent— 

One—is the Population— 
Numerous enough— 
This ecstatic Nation 
Seek—it is Yourself.”
 - Emily Dickinson


Sunday, February 12, 2012

"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade." - The Holiday



Tuesday, January 31, 2012

"J’ai décidé de ne plus jamais me plaindre. Je viens de m’apercevoir qu’à part mon œil, il y a deux choses qui ne sont pas paralysées. Mon imagination, ma mémoire. L’imagination et la mémoire sont les deux seuls moyens de m’évader de mon scaphandre. Je peux imaginer n’importe quoi, n’importe qui, n’importe où. Me faire caresser par les vagues à la Martinique, rendre visite à la femme que j’aime… Me prosterner devant Ozymandias, le roi des rois. Je peux imaginer n’importe quoi. Vivre mes rêves d’enfant, mes ambitions d’adulte." - Jean-Dominique Bauby

"I decided to never pity myself again. I came to the realization that, other than my eye, there are two things that are not paralyzed. My imagination, my memory. Imagination and memory are the only two ways to escape from my diving bell. I can imaginer whatever, whoever, wherever. Be caressed by the waves of Martinique, pay a visit to the woman that I love...Prosternate myself in front of Ozymandias, the king of kings. I can imagine anything. Live my childhood dreams, my adult ambitions."

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

Friday, January 20, 2012

But don't forget the songs that made you cry and the songs that saved your life


A sad fact widely known 

The most impassionate song 

To a lonely soul 

Is so easily outgrown 
But don't forget the songs 
That made you smile 
And the songs that made you cry 
When you lay in awe 
On the bedroom floor 
And said : "Oh, oh, smother me Mother..."
No
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
La... 

The passing of time 

And all of its crimes 

Is making me sad again 
The passing of time 
And all of its sickening crimes 
Is making me sad again 
But don't forget the songs 
That made you cry 
And the songs that saved your life 
Yes, you're older now 
And you're a clever swine 
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you 

The passing of time leaves empty lives 

Waiting to be filled (the passing ...)

The passing of time 

Leaves empty lives 
Waiting to be filled 
I'm here with the cause 
I'm holding the torch 
In the corner of your room 
Can you hear me ? 
And when you're dancing and laughing 
And finally living 
Hear my voice in your head 
And think of me kindly 
No ... 
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
La ... 
No ... 
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
Do you 

Love me like you used to ? 

Oh ... 

Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
La ... 
You're clever 

Everybody's clever nowadays 

You're clever 

Everybody's clever nowadays 
You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 

You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 
You are sleeping 
You do not want to believe 
You are sleeping 

What 20-Somethings Want

"...You want a job, a vacation, health insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy restaurant, a mentor who can tell you what the hell to do with your life, a reliable internet connection, a reliable human connection, a gift card to the grocery store, dinner parties with friends where everyone will pretend to have their crap together for just one night, a nice flirty text message to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life, for everyone to like you even if you don’t like anyone, and one of those nights that doesn’t end till 9 AM and reminds you what it feels like to be young and alive. Oh, and $$$. That’s all. Think you can get that for me? For us?"


The rest of the essay can be found here: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/what-20-somehings-want/

Saturday, January 14, 2012


Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: "No please" stay here
We don't need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' but he was
Chasing paper
"Caught up in the game" that was the last I heard

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

He went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause I'm a ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more but that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin' all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Saturday, January 7, 2012

"Don't be like me. Salvation doesn't lie within four walls. I'm too serious to be a dilettante and too much a dabbler to be a professional. Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected." - La Dolce Vita