Grrr…Calling LOTR (Lord of the Rings) “some silly fantasy series” is the same as referring to the Sistine Chapel as “some medieval graffiti” or The Republic as “simple moral commentary”.
— JerryW, on the Home Theater Forum
Books
I read…a lot. Here’s where I ramble about books and printed media.
It is way too early
On the one hand, I really hate the fact that my alarm is going off at 6 am every day so I can get myself moving in time to be at work at 8 am this week for training on the new job. On the other hand…hey, I’m doing it! Making it to work on time every day, and putting in a full 8 hours each day…would probably blow the doors off some of the people back at TimeFrame, where I was so burnt out on the place that I was averaging closer to 30 hours a week rather than the 40 I should have been.
Amazing the differences that can appear when you’ve got a job that you actually enjoy, huh?
And, as a major benefit — between the pay raise and getting my full 40 hours a week, I figure I should start taking home about an extra $600 a month or so!
Picked up what looks to be a fascinating little book yesterday — The Celluloid Closet, by Vito Russo. It’s an examination of the portrayal of homosexuality in movies throughout the history of Hollywood — looks to be fascinating stuff. I had seen the documentary that had been based on this work (the movie is also called The Celluloid Closet), and thought it was a hilarious and fascinating film, so finding the original literary work — on sale for a whopping $2.99, no less — was a nice little treat yesterday. Should be quite the interesting read.
In any case, it’s about time for me to be heading off into the wide wierd world….
I am Jack’s sense of apathy.
…and you open the door and you step inside; we’re inside our hearts. Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. That’s right — your pain, the pain itself, is a white ball of healing light.
I don’t think so.
This is your life. Good to the last drop. Doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life — and it’s ending one minute at a time.
This isn’t a seminar, and this isn’t a weekend retreat. Where you are now, you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static; everything is evolving. Everything is falling apart.
This is your life. Doesn’t get any better than this. This is your life — and it’s ending one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake! You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive. You are not your fucking khakis!
You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die. Until you know that, you are useless.
I say, let me never be complete. I say, may I never be content. I say, deliver me from swedish furniture. I say, deliver me from clever art. I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say, you have to give up. I say, evolve — and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life. Doesn’t get any better than this. This is your life — and it’s ending one minute at a time.
You have to give up.
I want you to hit me as hard as you can!
Welcome to Fight Club. If this is your first night, you have to fight.
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Just tossing out a question into the void (this being my first foray into a.p.t)…
The only exposure I have had to taoism as of yet is through happening upon the book The Tao of Pooh a few years ago. I’m quite glad I found the book and the ideas presented in it when I did, as it did a lot to keep me from going over the deep end at that time in my life. I am curious, however, as to how well it presents the principles of taoism. What I read I liked, and have kept with me since then, and I’m becoming more interested in exploring this further. What may be some good books to start learning more about this with? Any help/ideas would be appreciated. (And it appears this turned into a few seperate questions…. Ah, well.)
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Justin Hall wrote:
Is it possible that Beldaran was born with that name? Did Polgara formerly used to be known as Gara? I’m not sure about this, so any input is desired. The BEL’s on all the men seemed to be ‘tacked’ on at some later point. Did Beldaran, Poledra, and Polgara ever have previous names? I mean, is there really a law that prevents the use of Bel-something on anyone but Aldur’s disciples?
Okay…just read this last night, so dug up the passage, as I remembered this discussion while I was reading…. From the hardbound edition of the first three books of the Belgariad, pg. 514 (Magician’s Gambit, near the end of Chapter Ten).
The old sorcerer put his arm around the boy’s shoulders. “I thought you might see things that way, Belgarion. You’re bound to this the same way we all are.”
The strange thrill he always felt at the sound of his other, secret name ran through Garion. “Why do you all insist on calling me that?” he asked.
“Belgarion?” Wolf said mildly. “Think, boy. Think what it means. I haven’t been talking to you and telling you stories all these years just because I like the sound of my own voice.”
Garion turned it over carefully in his mind. “You were Garath,” he mused thoughtfully, “but the God Aldur changed your name to Belgarath. Zedar was Zedar first and then Belzedar — and then he went back to being Zedar again.”
“And in my old tribe, Polgara would have just been Gara. Pol is like Bel. The only difference is that she’s a woman. Her name comes from mine — because she’s my daughter. Your name comes from mine, too.”
“Garion — Garath,” the boy said. “Belgarath — Belgarion. It all fits together, doesn’t it?”
“Naturally,” the old man replied. “I’m glad you noticed it.”
Now, this doesn’t really address Beldaran or Poledra, or many of the
others, but it does shed some light on Polgara’s name…
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B.S.
If anyone knows from which book this is probably taken, please tell me.
I’m not sure if I remember all of them from this book, but I remember seeing some in a book I picked up in England years ago…something about Mistaikes (sic). Don’t know for sure, tho…