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twentieth and wisdom

July 20, 2010

What would it take for you to call yourself successful? -- Brian

To me, success is having confidence in myself, in all of my traits and talents, not just some of them. It’s being the best daughter, sister, friend, writer, coworker, student…the best woman I can be. It’s facing challenges instead of running from them. It’s standing up for yourself, believing in yourself when no one else will.

for the nineteenth inquisition essay, go here.

i've been forgetting my bits of wisdom. i've thought quite frequently lately of this book and the woman who gave it to me. i miss her.

i'm a bit behind in this. i believe i have missed five weeks. sorry.

this week's wisdom is thus:

but i do not want you to be ignorant
brethren, concerning those who have fallen
asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no
hope. for if we believe that jesus died and
rose again, even so god will bring with him
those who sleep in jesus. for this we say to you
by the word of the lord, that we who
are alive and will remain until the coming of the
lord will by no means precede those who are
asleep. for the lord himself will descend
from heaven with a shout, with the voice of
an archangel, and with the trumpet of god.
and the dead in christ will rise first. then we
who are alive and remain shall be caught up
together with them in the clouds to meet the
lord in the air. and thus we shall always be
with the lord. therefore comfort one
another with these words (1 thessalonians 4:13-18).

have you seen oscar lately?

barcelona and madrid





a long time ago, the architect antonio gaudi was employed by a fairly well-to-do dude in barcelona to build a housing development. he fixed up the land so it was all kinds of pretty and built a couple of houses, and then the economy went to shit. so it was never finished. the thing's been preserved as a park of sorts. so that's the first picture.

the second is of the cathedral he began but never finished. the country is working toward completing it. then there's one of barcelona's beaches.

from madrid, i give you the statue of don quixote and a street scene.

avignon, nimes and carcassonne





the first is a view of avignon from the gardens at the papal palace. the second is of the roman aqueduct in nimes built more than two thousand years ago. the rest are of the fortified city of carcassonne and its modern-day counterpart.

the nineteenth

July 18, 2010


If a good book were a fruit, which type of fruit would it be and why? -- Jason

I picked the orange for a variety of reasons. The best books are packaged well, they’re vibrant, almost shiny, pleasing to the eye, drawing my attention — and I’m not just talking about the packaging of them, but the first chapter or so, too. Then they make me work to maintain that interest. The best book is Charles Dickens’ Our Mutual Friend because it grabbed me from the beginning, but I had to work to get through it. It’s not always so easy, so interesting. I had to make an effort. Had to peel away the tough shell of the idea before I could enjoy it. And when I did, I enjoyed it immensely.

A good book sort of comes alive, melts into and nourishes me. I don’t have to eat it all at once; I can section it off. I don’t have to read it all at once, but in bits and pieces, so I can savor it a bit more.

If it’s a good book, it’ll leave me with ideas, pull things out of me, inspire me to write more, to know myself more. It’s like the tree — it blossoms, it grows, it bears fruit...more ideas, more books.

I’ve always associated the color orange with happiness. Reading makes me happy.

previous essays: the sixteenth, the seventeenth, the eighteenth.

cannes, nice and monaco





the first is of cannes. the next two are of nice. the next is the mediterranean sea, seen from the gardens built for grace kelly. and the last is of monaco, part of the route of its grand prix.

the eighteenth

July 15, 2010


What would you say your worst trait is, and why? -- David

I have made so many horrible choices because I have not been brave enough, strong enough to make the right ones. I have not usually thought enough of myself to obtain those things that I’d most like to have. On the rare occasion that I do think enough of myself, and I find my courage to try and obtain them, I end up asking for those things in an awkward manner, either by phrasing my request in clumsy language or using a voice that lacks volume and wavers tremendously.

I cannot distance myself, the woman I have become from the child I once was. I fail to see how the two are so different.

My mother thinks I’m the strongest woman she knows. I think I am the weakest woman I know.

I never learned to believe in myself. And when one cannot believe in herself, she can never be secure enough in her world. She can never be brave enough.

for the seventeenth inquisition essay, go here.

did i say there were twenty questions? i lied. it's been quite some time since i've looked at this project. there were two dozen of'm. the question erw posed in the comments of the first essay's post makes twenty-five. so this will go on a bit longer. hope you don't mind. :]

the seventeenth question


Which author(s) influence or inspire you the most, and why? -- Suzanne

Nora Roberts, because she weaves such fascinating tales about such interesting people. Her characters are so immediately likable. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in one of her stories. Easy to forget that I have all these things to do. It’s usually hard to put one of her books down. She has established herself as the leading romance novelist in the country, having written well over a hundred novels (this includes the futuristic romantic suspense series written as J. D. Robb, which is marketed in the mystery section) over a period of approximately two decades.

Charles Dickens, because he had completed and published a novel by the time he was twenty-five or something like that, because he was a fantastic storyteller, having created the most interesting characters, the most intricately woven plots, with incredible detail.

Hunter S. Thompson because he was a clever, amusing badass and an incredibly gifted writer.

for the sixteenth inquisition essay, go here.

random quarter

July 14, 2010


one. munich is lovely. it's so clean. the weather was perfect. there seemed to be a great sense of community in the people there. it's got great architecture.

two. i'd expected dachau to feel chilling, oppressive and haunted throughout. i was only chilled when we approached the camp and at the gate. inside the main building, i grieved, but not nearly as much as i'd expected. outside on the camp's grounds, i felt an amazing peace, a great sense of forgiveness. i was surprised by this.

three. neuschwanstein is amazing. best castle ever. i loved it. it's a pain in the ass to get to it. really. HUGE pain in the ass. but the hike is beautiful, so that makes it okay. and inside, oh, the interior of that castle is incredible. the whole thing is a shrine to the works of richard wagner. every room was designed with one of his compositions in mind.

four. wagner never saw it. king ludwig the second, the man responsible for the thing, died before it was completed. he was deemed insane, though he'd never been officially diagnosed as such. the day after he was declared mad, he was found dead in a lake.

five. kamps bakeries in germany make the best sandwiches.

six. the beach at cannes looks remarkably like the beach at galveston, sans oil, of course. the waters near monaco are much prettier. nice has one of the best beaches i've ever seen. this could be because it's comprised of pebbles. i think california's malibu beach is the best. then megan's bay in st. thomas. but that one you have to pay to be on it. not cool.

seven. i liked france least of all. we saw more of it than germany or spain. figures.

eight. paris is ugly. REALLY, REALLY ugly. i hadn't expected that.

nine. there's an aqueduct in nimes, france that was built by the romans more than two thousand years ago. the french have taken really, really good care of it.

ten. one of the goals of the united nations educational, scientific and cultural organization is to protect sites and structures designated as world heritage sites. there are nearly nine hundred sites and structures chosen. of those, i have seen the palace and park of versailles (though i only saw its exterior), pont du gard (that aqueduct i just told you about), the cathedral of notre dame in rheims (pictured in picky's previous post), the parisienne banks of the river seine, the papal palace in avignon, the fortified city of carcassonne, the works of antonio gaudi, westminster abbey, st. margaret's cathedral, the tower of london (only its exterior) and mesa verde national park. for the full list of world heritage sites, go here. for more information about unesco, go here.

eleven. i had never watched a major (and i emphasize major) sporting event in a bar until having taken this trip. my cousins and our tour guide watched spain defeat uruguay in a bar in barcelona. good times.

twelve. i liked france's countryside better than its cities. i liked spain's cities better than its countryside. i liked germany's countryside and cities equally.

thirteen. antonio gaudi is my favorite architect.

fourteen. i'd be more inclined to give a beggar money if he learned to play a musical instrument well enough that he could entertain passersby with a lovely melody.

fifteen. in spain, musicians camp out in subway corridors and on street corners and brighten up the environment with their tunes. the best example of this was a woman who was singing opera music outside the shops in madrid.

sixteen. i liked barcelona better than madrid. barcelona is a much more vibrant, social city. madrid has a lot of culture. it looks pretty enough on the surface, but it's not as pretty as barcelona.

seventeen. i've never had luck sleeping on planes. the last time i flew overseas, before this trip, i took two benadryl and two tylenol pm (not at the same time), and i still couldn't sleep. on the way over this time, i took the benadryl in the car on the way to the airport. i almost fell asleep at the gate. couldn't on the plane. on the way home, i didn't take anything. i did manage to fall asleep. yay! but the damned public address system woke me up when the pilot made some sort of announcement.

eighteen. i hate sinus infections. i get them with much more regularity. on the way home, on the flight from d.c. to houston, i got one. it's like i'm allergic to texas.

nineteen. that badass table i was showing off a while back, my mother gave it to my brother. i am not happy.

twenty. i understand why campbell's uses mm, mm good! as their slogan. today, i made chicken noodle soup. sitting at the old kitchen table, which now looks ridiculously little compared to the other (which is why mom gave the other away, because she'd thought it too big), i was so eager to get it in my mouth i said, mmm. imagine a baby jonesing for a bottle. i took a bite. mmm. good. and then i realized i'd just reinforced that slogan.

twenty-one. yes, i talk to myself. i think we've already established that i'm a little crazy, right?

twenty-two. oroweat one hundred percent wheat bread rounds are the best breads ever. yummy.

twenty-three. i got my copy of the unusuals on dvd today. YAY! i am so excited. i would watch the whole thing tonight, but my dad handed me a thirty-three page document to edit. yay.

twenty-four. i hate it when people spell yay incorrectly. yeah is pronounced yeh-ah. yea is pronounced yay. they are used to express agreement, not excitement. yeah and yea mean yes. yay means hot damn, that's awesome! put it in your funk and wagnall's.

twenty-five. according to imdb, the unusuals has a ranking of eight-point-two out of ten. i cannot fathom why abc would broadcast a show like detroit one-eight-seven rather than bringing the unusuals back from the dead. and don't give me this crap about how there's a reason it's dead. did you ever watch it? do you know who amber tamblyn and jeremy renner and adam goldberg are? you don't? amber tamblyn: joan of arcadia and the sisterhood of the traveling pants one and two. jeremy renner: the hurt locker. yeah. that film that won that oscar. adam goldberg: dazed and confused, how to lose a guy in ten days ... saving private ryan and a beautiful mind. two more films that won those oscars. you wanna watch an episode? email me. maybe i'll let you borrow my copy.

reims





so there are notre dame cathedrals all over france apparently. this one is in reims. this is the one at which joan of arc met some king. this is where the coronations of the kings of france took place. this one boasts the stained-glass handiwork of marc chagall.

paris and versailles





notre dame cathedral, the eiffel tower, versailles and the champs elysees.

neuschwanstein

July 12, 2010





the sixteenth question

July 11, 2010


Why do you want to be a writer? -- Jeffrey

Because I can’t imagine doing anything else. Not really. Not for more than a day or two. There have been lots of things I’ve considered — editorial assistant (or something in publishing), architect, interior designer, elementary or secondary education language arts/English teacher, nurse (this one’s laughable, really, given that I take such lousy care of myself), singer, psychologist, bookstore manager (come to think of it, everything from nurse on is laughable — I hate getting up in front of people, can’t get my own head straight and couldn’t hack it as a bookstore supervisor, probably because, in reality, I didn’t want to.)

Honestly, I’d much rather be doing something that paid well. The six-figure kind of well. And in those moments where I’m either thinking in terms of being able to support myself financially, or doubting my own talent and ability to persevere, I have to say, writer doesn’t seem to be the wisest choice. So, I rack my brain, trying to think of something better.

And I can’t. Nothing else seems right. Nothing else feels right. The only thing that comes close, I guess, is professor.

Unfortunately, it’s not a solid decision, but, I’ve accepted that my mind, because it is such a curious thing, will always wonder if there’s some sort of career out there for which I am better suited and, despite that curiosity, will always, after the wondering, sway back towards and linger upon, writer.

previous essays: the thirteenth, the fourteenth, the fifteenth.

munich







the first three photos are of nymphenburg palace. the last are of the munich rathaus, aka new town hall.

dachau

July 9, 2010