Monthly Archives: July 2012

Visual Migraines

When I get a migraine (which thankfully doesn’t happen often) the very first symptom I get is that I stop being able to read. Quite literally!

What’s that? You need to see, you have things to do? Tough shit, look at these wiggly lines for thirty minutes or so.

I never used to get migraines with auras, it’s something that started around 2009. My first visual migraine scared the sweet holy crap out of me. Suddenly, these pinwheels of flashing light crept  into my view,  starting in the lower right side of my vision. Slowly the  pulsating thing filled my vision, like some bizarre, flashing LED flower. It moved across my field of vision until it filled it, allowing me to only be able to see around the edges of it. I cried and wondered if I was going blind. Blind or perhaps insane. Or both? But it was over after half an hour or so and a quick google helped me to figure out the phenomenon and give it a name. (By the way, that name is awesome:  Scintillating Scotoma.)

It’s not as cool and trippy as it seems.

Seeing as I am often reading, I’ve noticed that shortly before the visual migraine begins, I stop being able to see words on a page. It’s extremely hard to describe, but it’s like  I can see the words and focus on them, but at the same time, I also can’t and I am totally unable to understand what I’m seeing. The words sort of skitter about the page while also seeming to stay still. All these contradictions add up to me being completely unable to read. Now that I know what all this strangeness means, I usually take some preventative painkillers at this point and wait for the auras to start. I don’t always get a headachey migraine after a visual migraine, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

I don’t think I would have found out about this specific symptom if I didn’t spend such a large amount of time with my nose buried in a book. I had an attack of visual and painful migraines in 2010 that lasted two weeks (caused by what was most likely a pinched nerve) and during that entire time I was unable to read a single word. I was halfway through Hello America by JG Ballard and I never finished it, nor have I ever been able to get into it again. I think it may have been the longest I’ve ever gone without reading in my entire life! It was indescribably frustrating not to be able to absorb a single word, and when I was finally able to read again, it was with relief and stupid joy that I curled up in my bed with a book, glad to be free of the pain but even gladder that I could finally take in what was written on the page.

If you want to know exactly what my visual migraines look like, this youtube video is almost EXACTLY what they look like.

Ever had a migraine? Do you get auras as well?

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AWOL

The weather was amazing this weekend and I spent a lot of time outside enjoying it. A road trip took me to Stockton Sand Dunes for a large amount of4WD and dune surfing action. I am still pulling sand out of my ears. I was a really wonderful time with the only down point being that I ripped my favourite jeans climbing into a very large Toyota Hilux. NOOOOO! It’s surprising to me that I am becoming this ‘outdoorsy’ type. I’ve spent the majority of my years being a bookworm/couch potato, but I’m changing.

I’m still reading Ender’s Game and I’ve got all sorts of thoughts about it, which I will no doubt blabber to the intangible interwebs once I’m done. In the meantime, I’ve found something called 30 Days Of Books which asks some halfway decent questions about books, and though I don’t plan to do it consecutively, I might just answer some of the questions here while I am mid-book and lacking things to say.

The best book you read in the last year?

I usually don’t like questions like this. It’s like asking someone what their favourite book is. I don’t have one – I have a million. Likewise, there were several great books I read last year, books that I was very much looking forward to and books that I stumbled across and ended up adoring.

One I was very much looking forward to was The Sending by Isobelle Carmody. I’ve been reading the Obernewtyn Chronicles since I was a kid and I’m pretty invested in the Obernewtyn world – it’s been a part of my life for the past twenty years! I found out through a friend that Isobelle Carmody was doing an instore appearance/signing at a bookshop in Sydney, so I got to go, hear her read from and talk about the book, meet her and get my copy of The Sending signed. I devoured The Sending in two days. I expected that I knew where this book was going to go but it really surprised me – it took me so totally elsewhere that I spent half the reading in shock and never knowing what on earth was going to happen next.

Pretty much my ideal day. A good book, pizza and coffee. Can’t ask for much more. Except perhaps a million dollars, that might have made the day a little more special.

11/22/63 was another one I had been looking forward to since I found out about the premise.  I ADORE Stephen King, and once again, I’ve been reading his books since I was a kid. I loved the real-life combining with the fantastical in 11/22/63, the way that such a huge and pivotal event could be pared down to just a few people, making choices and taking action.

Don’t knock the King, I might have to kick your ass.

Another book I’ve read in the past twelve months that I really liked was Stone Spring by Stephen Baxter. I’ve long been interested in the history of this period (fun fact: when I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be an Archaeologist. I kinda still do…) so this was a book I was excited to find. After reading Baxter’s Evolution I was keen to get into more of his work and this was a great place to start. The protagonist Ana, with her single-mindedness and purpose, is a hard character to love as the story progresses. But I admired her determination and her sacrifice: she saw into the future of her people, even if they didn’t want to know it.

Stone Spring

Gimme that sweet, sweet Palaeolithic alternate history.

What did you read this year that impressed you?

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The best cup in the world.

Winter isn’t good for much besides sitting on the couch in front of the heater. The fervor I had for activity in the warmer months dries up completely and I find myself slipping into winter mode. Winter mode is great for blankets, telly, assorted carbohydrates and giant cups of coffee. I usually gain several kilos and spend a great deal of my time in various cat-hair-covered track suits with extremely messy hair. In the afternoons when I don’t have to drag myself to Muay Thai training (and drag is the most apt word for it- my drive for ass-kicking takes a beating of its own in winter mode) I turn on the heater, prop my kindle up on the coffee table and make myself a cup of coffee in the best coffee cup in the world. I’m a prety small chicky, but rest assured, this is a positively epic cup. Just enough coffee to get me through the afternoon.

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Please note: very messy hair. Not pictured by definitely present – tracksuit peppered with copius amounts of cat hair.

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I Read Too Bloody Fast.

BOOOOOKS

Books, books, books, books.

I read too fast for my own good.

Not in the ‘Oh, I’m such a fast reader, I just read too many books,’ way. More like: “I devour books so fast that they are often over long before I want them to be and I also tend to miss things in my avid pursuit of making the story fly past my eyes like a fast-paced film or something.’

Yeah, just like that.

It took longer for me to read Wool than usual not because I was able to reign in my reading speed, more because it was a long novel and I didn’t have much time for reading past the usual two hours per day on my commute – which to some people is way more time than they have aside for reading. Me? I would read for hours more each day if I could find time for it. My favourite unrealistic daydream is being paid to lie around, drink coffee and read all day. Biscuits may also be involved. I would probably need to get several more cats too, to loll about with me. Hey, it’s a very specific daydream.  I can fantasize, can’t I?

I’ve got one lolling cat, by my estimates I’ll probably need about three more…

Often I find myself turning the page and scanning down to see whats coming. It’s as if I’m so caught in the pace that I can’t be bothered with mere description or exposition, I need action! I guess this is another manifestation of my impatience – a trait I am working very hard to eliminate from my otherwise large collection of colourfully wacky and oftentimes annoying personality traits.

Sometimes (and I shudder to admit this and what it probably reveals about me) but if I am really excited about a book and completely devour it,  I will sometimes start reading it again right away, because I know in my fervour that I have likely missed a great deal of important aspects of the story. Or if I don’t do this, on re-reading the book at a later date, I’ll find whole events I don’t remember. Mid-book I’ll often catch myself at the end of the page and make myself go back because I know I have seen the words, but I haven’t absorbed them properly. I get far too caught up in what will happen next to concentrate on what is happening now.

More, more!

When I can control myself enough to read fast while still absorbing the words properly, then I know I have an enviable ability (well, enviable if you are a huge book-dork like myself) in being able to read so quickly. The narrative plays out… not quite in real-time, not quite like a movie, but something like that. And I think it’s one of the reason why I enjoy reading so much. Several friends of mine who don’t read for recreation say it is because they read too slowly for the process to be enjoyable – that they can’t get the events to flow in a timely manner and become frustrated.

Do you read fast as well? Do you wish you could read faster?
Or would you like to be able to slow down a bit, enjoy and absorb the story more?

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Wool

I finally finished Wool. I’m actually surprised it took me this long. Once I got into it, about six pages in, I found it ridiculously hard to put down, but I was always having to. The train would pull into the station and I’d think, “Can’t I just have..maybe twenty more minutes?” I might be the only person in the known universe who occasionally wishes her commute was longer.

I’m so glad I came across this novel (thanks io9!), because this is the sci-fi I love – dystopian futures, decaying worlds, people living differently, surviving. The underground silo in which the stories are set might be a finite, claustrophobic setting, but it’s also a rich one. The Down Deep of mechanics, the Mids, Up Top and The Great Stairwell that connects them comprise worlds within a world. All varying, with different experiences and thus each with a different reality and story to tell. The outside world with it’s poisoned sky and toxic air (all viewable in the Up Top by means of giant screens that project the images for all to see) seems to wrap tight around the silo and is a silent, ever-present, ominous oppressor. You start to wonder, like the silo’s inhabitants, is it even there? Punishment for wanting out is the threat of ‘cleaning’, banishment to the outside, to clean the camera sensors and then die a quick death on the barren, sickened hills beyond. This kind of setting shows the best and worst of humanity – the sacrifices of some for the greater good, the lust for power that will always drive others.

Wool Omnibus

I liked the way the novel progressed. It started out as a self-published series of stories, (Wool 1, Wool 2, etc), what I was reading was a collected omnibus of these.  The author, Hugh Howey, began Wool as a single story which he put for sale on Amazon in Kindle edition. Readers loved the world he created and there are now five parts to the Wool series, with more to come (Howey has a percentage tracker on his website of each of his novels-in-progress) as well as a prequel- First Shift: Legacy that I am extremely keen to read, however for some enfuriating reason, it is not avaible to Aussies in Kindle edition yet (DAMN YOU, GEO-BLOCKING!) so I’m going to have to move on to something else in the meantime, which is a shame – I’m really into the ‘world’ of the silo right now and I’m terribly impatient!

Have you read Wool? What did you think? Whatother sci-fi/fantasy/speculative fiction worlds have captured your imagination?

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Write everyday, except…

Okay, okay, my motto should be ‘write everyday, except on weekends…’ because lately I’m far too distracted on my two hallowed days off work to get anything written at all. It doesn’t sound very disciplined, does it? Instead of writing anything this weekend, I was op-shopping, accompanying a nice young fellow along a four-wheel-drive track and squealing, spotting fast-moving wallabies in the bush, having breakfast at a cafe, seeing a movie and eating Peanut M&M’s, cleaning, cooking, hemming pants and washing clothes.

I managed to get in a good deal of reading though, most of it while curled up warm in bed or on the couch in front of the heater, swaddled in blankets. Winter is a good time for reading, and little else.

READ IN BED!

My bed reading experience is never as quaint as this. For one, my hair is generally much messier. Also, I would be pretty likely to burn my house down or at least just get wax everywhere if I tried to read with a candle.

My Kindle tells me I’m 85% of the way through Wool and I’m pretty caught up in the story.  (The little timeline and percentage across the bottom of the Kindle screen is a feature I love! It’s like looking at a book and seeing where the bookmark is (or dog-eared page, yes, I admit I am a perpetrator of that most heinous of book-crimes), except it is so much more scientifically precise!)

Almost there…

Another variant on that motto is ‘write everyday, except when WordPress is down’.

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Not-So-Young-Adult

I’m in the depths of Hugh Howey’s Wool at the moment (a fitting description, if you know the book) and I am really enjoying it. It’s so satisfying that such a great story with really beautiful writing and awesome characters ends up a best-selling success story. Lately it seems that any hastily written travesty can turn into an overnight success (cough, cough, Fifty Shades of something or other – though I admit I feel bad dissing it with having read the whole thing, but you know what? I never, ever will. I value my sanity too much. The choicest excerpts I’ve come across on the net are enough to convince me that I just. can’t. do. it.)

NO, NO, NO

Oh, I’m sorry. I like good books.

Anyway, I’ll talk more about Wool when I am done with it, but know that I am really enjoying it and you might too, if you like dystopian futures and science fiction and other fun stuff like that. Which I do!

I’m not sure what it is with me and dystopia…but I’m starting to think it’s a real problem. Anyway, if you loved me, you would buy me this t-shirt.

 I’m not sure where my obsession with speculative fiction comes from. It probably stems from my YA days of Victor Kelleher, Gillian Rubenstein, Isobelle Carmody – it’s like Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Spec fiction for young adults had this epic surge in the nineties when all this great stuff was coming out (there’s a second-hand bookstore up the road that gets in a whole bunch of Victor Kelleher novels, so I’m re-building my collection. Taronga is still amazing, even though I am ‘too old’ for YA – actually, bugger that, you’re never too old for YA fiction.)

I love to read dystopian fiction and I love to write it. In fact, whenever I write these days, it always seems to be about some kind of messed-up future, and I kinda have a goal to eventually write this kind of stuff for a broad audience, if not only for Young Adults. I can imagine reading Wool as a teenager and loving it, even though the characters tend to be older. If the story is compelling, the reader will find someone to relate to. I spent my adolescence reading a pretty healthy mix of YA and regular, grown-up’s fiction and I have spent my adulthood doing the same.

Do you still read YA Fiction as a Not-So-Young-Adult? What did you love to read when you were growing up?

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Write Everyday

When I started this blog (what was it, several days ago now?) it was with renewed purpose. I’d blogged before, but like so many things in my life, I’d lost interest, letting those blogs go untouched and wither over time. This time, I wanted it to be different.

Recently, there have been a lot of big changes in my life. To get through it all, I decided I needed to have some goals – something that was lacking in my life before that, which I believe was the cause of a few of my problems. So I made some: big ones like getting rid of my debt and vowing to travel more, smaller ones like taking up a new martial art and getting the back piece tattoo I have always wanted. But the real one, the one I didn’t tell anyone about because I didn’t think I could carry it through, was the vague ambition to ‘write more’.

Write More!

Though it is not advisable to write more with a quill – it’s messy and time-consuming.

Writing is the one thing I have really stuck with through my whole life. I’ve talked about how I take things up and abandon them, the crazy obsessions that overtake my life for a little while than I subsequently lose interest in. But I’ve always been good at writing. I’ve always just been able to string sentences together in a decent, readable fashion. I am never at a loss for words, there are always more, lurking and waiting for me to make use of them.

Even though the words come easily enough, it’s been a long time since I really dedicated myself to putting words down. I went through a binge in 2011, where I wrote half a novella in a few weeks, then another later that year where I rewrote that same piece and expanded it a little. Apart from that I’d really only written a couple of things since uni (where I studied creative writing and thus my output was unprecedented.)

Stephen King (be prepared for me to write a lot about him in the future, I adore him. His guide to the creative pursuit of words, ‘On Writing’ is both awesome and ridiculously useful)  says “If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot”. Luckily, I have the reading part down. Yep, got that sorted. Now it’s time to start working on that second piece of advice. You know, the much harder part. King writes a minimum of 2000 words every day and in this fashion has completed a ridiculously large amount of novels.

All well and good, you may say, but King is a millionaire and has the time to write all day if he choses. On this, Neil Gaiman says, “Make your writing time sacrosanct. Even if it’s only an hour a day. Either get up an hour earlier and write (Gene Wolfe wrote all his novels and short stories like this, until he was able to become a full-time writer) or take an hour in the evening, and head away from the world. But take the time, and make the time – the world won’t give it to you back unless you do something to reclaim it yourself.” He has a really great point. If writing is important to you, you will make the time. If you want to be a good writer there is only one thing that will help you: practise.

So that’s my new goal. Not just the vague notion of writing more, but the more concrete ‘write everyday’. Whether it is a blog, a short story, an entry in the Muse Wars or just a few vague ideas on a scrap of paper, I’m going to make the time for it.

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Yeah, this is more my style. Except imagine more coffee drips and cat hair wedged between the keys.

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The Quiet Carriage

I’m trying to read!

I’m probably the only person in the world who loves their hour-long commute to work. To other, possibly more sane people it would be two long hours at the start and end of the day to try to fill, perhaps with sleep or going over work emails. For me, it’s something so much more precious: uninterrupted reading time.

I’ve actually worked out that it takes slightly less time and costs about the same to drive to work, but I don’t do it – I prefer the train and the time to read. Attempting to read while piloting a motor vehicle as it flies down the freeway at 110km/h is neither safe nor advisable. So, the train it is!

However, there is one thing I cannot stand, and that is:

People talking on the train.

I know this makes me sound a bit odd. I am completely aware that people are totally allowed to speak in public places if they so wish. I have had conversations on trains myself, many times! I should clarify: I cannot stand people talking on trains when I am trying to read.  Yes, I am aware this is not normal, nor is it reasonable. This is why I tend to listen to music when I read – for some reason the incessant thrum of hard rock and roll or punk cabaret is less intrusive into my reading time than some commuting pair’s inane conversation, and I am completely aware of the afore-mentioned folks’ right to have that conversation.

But what really gets me angried-up in the blood is when I can hear that conversation through my headphones, and the music.  That’s when I am overcome with pure, seething, utter rage. For some reason, I find it to be extremely distracting, and I’m not sure why.

So, when the “Quiet Carriages” were introduced on my line, I bubbled over with joy. Finally, people would shut up! I would no longer have to fantasize about getting a t-shirt made with the slogan “Be Quiet, I’m Trying To Read”, because the people would already be quiet! Hurrah!

But now I am faced with an even more annoying scenario:

People who talk in the Quiet Carriages.

Usually it’s not too bad, most people respect the sanctity of the quiet carriage, but sometimes, they don’t know. So often, I’ll say: “Excuse me, good sir, but this is the Quiet Carriage, so if you feel like continuing this boisterous chatter, please relocate to the next carriage.”  (Except I don’t really say it like that, I’m just feeling fancy today.)

However, sometimes it is not that they don’t know, it’s more that they don’t care. Then, they often let me know that they don’t care, and pepper this sentiment with a large number of expletives. Or they start taking more quietly, except now their conversation is about how rude I am. That is usually the point where I have to restrain myself from asking them if they know what Muay Thai is, and if they would like a demonstration.

So, if you are ever travelling in a less-than-silent Quiet Carriage and you see a small-statured girl reading a Kindle, and quivering with rage, you never know, it might be me!

And I just might be about to unleash a spinning back kick.

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Reading Speed

ereader test
Source: Staples eReader Department

A friend linked this on Facebook, so use it to check out your reading speed. I scored 609 words per minute, which is 144% faster than the national average (I think the ‘national’ is the US average.)

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Muay Thai Fixes Everything

I have a broad range of interests. I think this sort of thing is healthy for me – I can’t spend too much time focused on one thing before I become bored and antsy. I’m a jack of all trades, a master of none and I’m totally cool with that. I pick things up and try them, get passionate about them and sometimes lose interest. Some may think that this means I am flighty and not dedicated, which is probably true. But it also means I have tried a lot of stuff and as a consequence I’m not afraid to give anything a go once or twice.

Since October last year, I’ve been training in Muay Thai. I honestly can’t say what drew me to it, I liked the idea of Martial Arts, I love how physical the sport is and handily enough, there is a Mauy Thai Gym around the corner from my house. With all these factors combined…

It’s interesting – I only gave up smoking in September of last year. Before that I was a chain-smoking couch potato, but since I quit I’ve instead become addicted to getting fit.  And Muay Thai is all about fitness. Also, kicking. I’m all about the kicking.

Muay Thai!

Look, if you mess with me, I’ll probably have to kick you in the face.

Since I started training I’ve lost about two dress sizes and gained a set of decent-sized biceps that I have a tendency to show off to anyone who will look at them. The body transformation is cool, but the other changes I’m noticing are the really important ones. Me, I’m a small girl. I’ve never been strong before. Certainly not capable of defending myself. Now, though, I am strong. I feel as if I could rise to the occasion if the need ever arose (and even though I could defend myself, I sincerely hope I never have to!) It’s given me a kind of confidence in myself I haven’t had before. I’ve always been confident in my abilities, head-wise. But now I feel like my body can follow through. It’s a nice feeling.

I’m also coming to realise that strenuous exercise is wonderful for someone who lives with the huge amounts of nervous energy that I possess. Instead of channeling that nervous energy into…say, nothing, I’m giving it all to training. Which leave a lot less to be turned into the fidgets and panic attacks. This is why I tell anyone who will listen to me that Muay Thai fixes everything. Okay, obviously not everything, but it does help me to be a more on the level person. Also, beating the living shit out of a bag or sparring? Excellent stress management!

I’ve always seen myself as a certain kind of person. I’m a book person, a writer and a thinker. I often live inside my head. But doing Muay Thai and becoming fit and strong has made me see that I can be those things while also embracing my physical side. I’m developing a real connectedness to my body, something that I have never had before.

Also? Killer abs. I’ve never had those before either.

Yahhhhh!

Again with the kicking.

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critical battery!

A quick anecdote:

One of my fears about getting a kindle was that it would run out of batteries while I was, say, in transit, and I would be left with nothing to read on my hour-long commute (though, I have to say that if this is the worst of my problems, then I have it made…)

OH NO!

Noooooo!

Anyway, as I was coming home on Friday I had my kindle on extremely low battery, my iPod in the red and my phone was yelling at me every five minutes or so about how it was this close to running out of charge. Everything lasted until my train pulled into the station, but I did have a momentary vision of everything running out at exactly the same time and being unwillingly plunged back into an era when I was no longer at the whim of technology to be entertained. A simpler time, like 1999 or something.

Ha!

OH NO!

Please no, Ipod. Now I will have to listen to inane conversations and the man snoring two seats away on the train.

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No time for books!

As it happened, I didn’t have much time for reading this weekend: real-life got in the way.

Obviously, that was a good thing and seeing as I am not currently caught up in a story, I found it easy to ignore my Kindle (even though I still do carry it everywhere just in case I’m presented with a few quick minutes to read.) Instead I went to a wedding (which obviously required the lengthy processes of both actually going to the wedding, but also getting ready for the wedding), had my brother move in, played with my baby niece, ate pizza and ice-cream, re-arranged the furniture to accommodate the extra things my brother bought, went shopping, made a large amount of stir-fried noodles, had coffee and ginger loaf at a cafe by the beach and came down with a cold.

It was indeed a busy weekend.

Last week I bought the novel Wool by Hugh Howey from the Amazon store.

This sci-fi series has received rave reviews and is apparently an example of the successes an author can have with self-publishing. I’m pretty keen to dive into it this week.

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entry

Over on her blog, Lori has a giveaway running, and this is my entry. Sure, I really want to win a 3d TV, but really, I just wanted to show off my mediocre animated gif-making skills, ha!

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Thin air…

I just finished reading Jon Krakauer’s Into Thin Air, a book I devoured at a cracking pace, and one of the books I’ve been so engrossed in lately that I’ve often been worried that I’ll wander off a cliff as I walk along, rapt in the words. Krakauer is a journalist who, in 1996, climbed Everest as a paying customer (well, Outside Magazine paid for his trip, at 65,000 a pop, he was unable to afford the fee himself) to write an article on the growing popularity of paid, guided climbs of the world’s tallest mountain. It just so happened that this trip and his subsequent summit attempt co-incided with an awful storm that ended up claiming the lives of 8 people, and he was lucky to survive the experience himself.

Read it, you might start to cry on the train like I did and the kindly man next to you will probably ask you if you are okay.

I love being moved by books, moved in good and bad ways. And there were some moments in this that really shook me, like the description of coming across the ‘bodies’ of Yasuko Namba and Beck Weathers, and finding them to be, while almost totally frozen, still horrifyingly alive. The moment Beck Weathers stumbled into camp of his own will after spending a night (or was it two?) in the open on the mountain, exposed hand and face so frostbitten they resembled porcelain was so simultaneously awful and herioc that I think I may have gasped and a bunch of people on the train looked at me. The lengthy conversation with  Rob Hall as he lay on the mountain, still conscious but unable to move of his own will, as he slowly died was heartbreaking and my eyes began to water. Luckily I remembered that there is NO CRYING ON THE KINDLE, and composed myself. The Kindle just doesn’t absorb tears like good old fashioned paper.

I love, love reading memiors like this. I’m not sure what it is about extreme experience that draws me so. And by that, I mean that I am not necessarily drawn to extreme experiences myself, but rather to reading about them. (Take from that whatever conclusions you come to about me as a person. They are probably right.) I’m a sucker for it – I’ve watched innumerable documentaries and read an untold number of biographies and auto-biographies about people who searched for, experienced or survived extreme experiences. I guess one of the things I love about this is wondering how I would fare in such a situation. Everybody likes to think that when the time came, they would have the strength and wherewithall to act and react and come through such an experience. But I have always been fascinated by the part that luck plays in all of it, too. I can imagine there are a million tales of almost-survival that never got a chance to get written by folk who weren’t quite so lucky. I guess it is a combination of skills, stubborness, know-how and luck that all have to align perfectly for someone to make it through such an experience.

There are a number of books in a similar vein that I really enjoyed: Between a Rock and a Hard Place by Aron Ralston, Alive by Piers Paul Reed and Miracle in the Andes: 72 Days On the Mountain & My Long Trek Home by Nando Parrado, Touching the Void by Joe Simpson, Jungle by Yossi Ghinsberg, and there are still more I am keen to read in the future. Got any suggestions?

Maybe one day I’ll go looking for extreme experience myself, but at the moment I’m happy to read about them from the comfort of my sofa with the cat on my lap, prefferably with a bucket of coffee and maybe some toast with raspberry jam. (Speaking of coffee, I ran out the other day and the supermarket had no Grinders, so I got some Oxfam Fair Trade Ethiopia Organic, and it is delicious.

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I’d Rather Be Reading

READING

I’ve been getting voracious with my reading lately. I honestly think it has something to do with my Kindle – usually I’d have to be hulking around some epic tome, and if I was about to finish a book, then I would need to carry two so I had something to read when I was done. But with my Kindle I’ve got (so far) 20 books right there, in my bag. I only need to worry about the battery running out (which was my initial worry with e-readers to begin with.) I take it everywhere and therefore, I’m always reading.

I read on the train, while walking to the train station, in fact, while walking anywhere (I’m convinced that any day now I’ll wander into traffic and that will be the end of me, but to go out doing something I love? Hmmm…) after work, while eating my dinner, in the mornings in bed, in the evenings in bed… You get the picture. The one downside of the Kindle is that I cannot take it in the bath, which is something I am exceptionally fond of, so I wont be saying goodbye to paperback just yet (though with the amount of times I have moved in my life, part of my just wants to take all my IRL books and fling them from a cliff and into the ocean rather than face the thought of heaving them into boxes one more time…)

I don’t think I would have chosen to spend the money on a Kindle – often broke, I am usually loathe to spend money on anything. But it was a gift from my best friend for my birthday and now that I have one? I can’t imagine how I did without it. I was also hesitant to start spending money (I am one cheap bitch, I tell you) on Ebooks from Amazon, but I am warming up to the idea. Ebooks are cheaper (though, surprisingly, not a lot) than paperbacks, but if I had unlimited funds, I’d buy both the hard and soft copies of books I really liked. Hopefully in the future, that’s something I will do. You know, one for my Kindle, one to read in the bath.

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Amanda!

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The video for ‘Want it Back’ is ridiculously amazing.

I only have three posts, and two-thirds of them contain nudity. Obviously, you are beginning to grasp what I’m all about. No, not boobs. Unabashedness! Nakedness, in both the literal and metaphorical sense! Beauty! Art!

If you love all those things, you would probably share my interest in Amanda Palmer. Not only is she an inspiration in her endless creativity, her innovation in regards to new media and crowdsourcing, but you know what? Her music is amazing too. I adore her, and a sincere desire of mine is to one day shake her hand, or maybe even give her a hug and kiss and thank her for inspiring me in little tiny ways to be myself and to make good art. Which is really something I should do more of.

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Oh, Lisbeth…

I actually think I kind of started this blog to talk about the Millennium Series, which I just finished reading. (Okay, also to narcissistically ramble about myself, but lets put that aside for a moment.) I don’t know why I started reading it, I don’t tend to read thrillers or mysteries or whatever it is that you would categorise ‘The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo’ and its sequels as. It was just a case of Kindle magic (I’ll ramble to you about how much I adore, ADORE, my kindle later) happening, but nonetheless, I started reading them somehow, and spent the whole week totally engrossed and ignoring everything else.

GWTDT

Did you like Rooney or Noomi as Lisbeth best? I can’t decide. Here’s some boobs.

I guess there are a bunch of muddled reasons as to why I enjoyed the series so much. Of course, number one is undoubtedly Lisbeth Salander. Have you read the series? Do you get the impression that Steig Larsson started writing GWTDT and that Salander just kind of developed a life of her own? She’s the kind of character that would do that.

I don’t know why, seeing as Lisbeth is one of the most prickly, awkward, difficult characters that exists, but I adored her. I love people who are just themselves, who can’t help but be them, even to their own detriment. I identify with them so much, because I am that way myself. Lisbeth isn’t a real person, I know that (let’s talk more later about the way I think about my favourite characters in my head as being real…) but she is just herself, even though being the way she is is often the cause of her problems.  I also love to see a mainstream fiction character that looks like I do, and by that I mean that she stands outside societies’ conventions. It’s not just that she has tattoos and piercings, but that she isn’t what I like to call a ‘proper girl’ (not saying that females who look and dress ‘conventionally’ are the proper girls, it’s merely an expression…), she dresses oddly and doesn’t particularly care what other people think about how she looks. (Plus, yeah, it’s nice to see another girl with a dragon tattoo out there – see, that’s some of that afore-mentioned narcissism for you.) I enjoy that she is small (in the books she’s described as 4’11″, one whole inch shorter than me) but physically tough. She takes on those bikers and Niederman, and holds her own. Obviously I am not an amazing hacker, nor do I have a psychotic Soviet defector for a father, but I did identify with Lisbeth. She’s an outsider, I’m one too.

TGWTDT

Fewer boobs, same attitude.

I enjoyed almost all of the characters, not just Lisbeth. I loved that each character had their flaws and their little idiosyncrasies. I liked Blomkvist with his habit of falling into bed with everyone. I admired his dogged determination to get shit done, bust shit open and reveal the truth. I really liked Berger – she was described as a strong and in control woman, but she was also vulnerable and had her moments of doubt. I liked that she had those doubts, but that didn’t stop her from kicking ass all over the place. I liked that she was in an unconventional relationship – married to a bisexual man who knew that Blomkvist was her lover, and she was happy with it. It worked for her and she had no moral hangups about it. She was who she was an made no apologies. I actually enjoyed the sexuality of all the leading women in the series. They owned their desires. There wasn’t any shame. (Because, fuck shame.)

I really dug on the pace of the books. I often felt carried along by the narrative and I love it when that happens. I read fast, and I like it when a book keeps up with me. It’s like being on rapids, just flowing and tumbling and getting thrown around by the big, dramatic scenes.

I’m always really sad when a book or series comes to an end. I…miss them? The characters, I mean. I guess that’s why I re-read so often (remind me to write stuff about re-reading – I’m an expert). I like visiting my favourite characters again, because I am obviously crazy and a giant geek.

While I was reading this I drank a lot of coffee, which is pretty normal for me. I’d start in the morning with the Grinders Brazil-style Espresso Blend, but them move on to decaf, because while I like coffee, I also like not having panic attacks. At the moment I’m drinking Global Cafe Direct Organic Decaf and it is pretty damn good. You know, for decaf, ha! It helped that in the series, everyone drank coffee constantly and also for some reason, they ate pretty much nothing but sandwiches. I guess it’s a swedish thing, but it made me want to go out and buy some fresh white and some Herrgårdsost. Also, Lingonberries, though I have not the faintest idea what they are or what they would taste like.

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another bloody blog

Really, how many of these things will I start and promptly forget about? I mean, really? I have had, in the past, a large number of blogs that I was really into for about five minutes, then promptly just forgot about. So, let’s see how long this one managess to capture my interest, shall we?

I plan to blog things I enjoy, namely books. I adore books and can often be found reading them. I very much enjoy talking about books, and sometimes cannot find enough ears to listen. I doubt many will pay much attention to what I have to say about books, but none the less, I enjoy saying things and do so, often. I also enjoy coffee and drink a lot of it,  so I will no doubt blog about that too. And life, I thoroughly enjoy being alive and all the things that encompass that, so I imagine that I will sometimes write about my life and things that happen in it. I take photos, so expect to see some of those here. I spend a good deal of my time punching and kicking things so be prepared to hear about that. Sometimes I have also been known to write fiction and it could be that there is some of that posted as well. How does that sound? Boring as shit? You got it!

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