Obama a poet?

Today in the New Yorker there is a decent article by Rebecca Mead on Obama being a poet. Apparently he has written a couple poems when he was nineteen and at Occidental College in Los Angeles. I’m intrigued in a literature sense, but I can’t say that this will make me vote for him or sympthasize with him.

This is my favorite poem that Obama pubished in Occidental Weekly.


Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken

In, sprinkled with ashes,

Pop switches channels, takes another

Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks

What to do with me, a green young man

Who fails to consider the

Flim and flam of the world, since

Things have been easy for me;

I stare hard at his face, a stare

That deflects off his brow;

I’m sure he’s unaware of his

Dark, watery eyes, that

Glance in different directions,

And his slow, unwelcome twitches,

Fail to pass.

I listen, nod,

Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,

Beige T-shirt, yelling,

Yelling in his ears, that hang

With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling

His joke, so I ask why

He’s so unhappy, to which he replies…

But I don’t care anymore, cause

He took too damn long, and from

Under my seat, I pull out the

Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,

Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face

To mine, as he grows small,

A spot in my brain, something

That may be squeezed out, like a

Watermelon seed between

Two fingers.

Pop takes another shot, neat,

Points out the same amber

Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and

Makes me smell his smell, coming

From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem

He wrote before his mother died,

Stands, shouts, and asks

For a hug, as I shink,* my

Arms barely reaching around

His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ’cause

I see my face, framed within

Pop’s black-framed glasses

And know he’s laughing too.


Books I have checked out recently

Since I have been slow to write about any books I’ve read recently (though I have been reading in spite of job hunting and moving) I thought I’d write the list of books I’ve checked out of the library recently. And most, if not all books, I do read if I check them out of the library.

A Thousand Splendid Suns

Quickbooks 2006 [for work]

Under the Mercy

The Final Solution

The Painted Veil

A Good Year

Those are the ones I have finished, with the exception of A Thousand Splendid Suns for I just picked up that book today. There are more books I started but have not finished yet.

Northanger Abbey (2007)

Last night I watched the newest Northanger Abbey movie completed, which is not due to come out to America until later this year. Lets just say, it was a huge step forward from the last production, done I believe in the 1980’s. The previous movie is a horror. Basketballs of hairdo’s, terrible acting, and painfully overdramatic music is enough to drive anyone crazy (and that’s not including the drug-like trips that Catherine has throughout the entirety of the movie). Is it enough that Henry Tilney at the end rides up on white horse through the fog? So, it didn’t require much to make a movie better than the old one, but still this is a remarkable feat. Felicity Jones is an excellent Catherine Morland. The screenplay by Andrew Davies is also great, but with Pride and Prejudice under his belt, who can expect better? Thankfully, Northanger Abbey is not also six hours long. Some may complain about the random seemingly sexual nature of Catherine’s fantasies, but if one were to read the novel again, they would see that this is slightly inline with the author’s intent. Northanger Abbey is a silly novel written to mock other silly novels at the time, and while a horrid event in her time may have been that a man rode in an open carriage alone with a female wholly unrelated to himself, the average audience is not going to understand that, thus the fantasies in the film. They could have taken it a bit further, but they do not. These fantasies are justified and I believe crucial in bringing the book to life.

I went to my first college class in two years last night. Introduction to C Programming. And it was an evening class for the most part. The strange thing about classes at your local junior college is that there are most misfits in one place. People stand out at junior colleges. Either its the clothes or makeup they chose that day, the bag, personality, something always screams “I don’t fit in!”. Now I’m going to a class, my first, and its not that everyone is the social misfit from highschool, but it has to be the melting pot for most. Education is not seen at the local junior college because one: there is no real education happening sometimes (either the teachers or the students) or two: because junior colleges are seen to be the college for the losers. Both of these reasons I believe qualify for why I feel like I’m going to the zoo sometimes everytime I step foot on any junior college campus. It looks like I chanced upon a good professor, rather young, but intriguing name, so my hopes are a little higher than when I first enrolled. Now its only the rest of the summer to see if my hopes can be proven.

Tackling Mt. Everest

This week I am preparing to move my boxes into a storage unit and this means my best friends this week are dust and my family’s dog Patches. Though Patches tries to eat my books if I leave them out (she must assume that they’re fair game if left out), we’re still on friendly terms. In fact, now that it has gotten hot she has left my books alone, too hot to even move except if it means she gets a head rub. Its been tiring work, especially as I moved my cubicle today too (since there are so many free cubicles because of the massive layoff management decided to move everyone around).
And when I really need Library Thing to see if I’m losing my sanity or not, it’s down. I hope that site will be back soon. It has been handy keeping a master list online so I don’t have to go looking through the three computers I use. Soon that computer use will go down, but for now that has become one of the master lists of all books I have. So I have temporarily banned myself from buying any books until I completely go through my vast library of boxes and see what I have. Even then, I may still hesistate. I don’t have room for a library right now. And the thought of having that many books almost makes me sick too, even if I am a book addict. I think I need a new philosophy for buying and keeping books.

Favorite Teas

I haven’t had a post yet about any teas, and its due time for one. This will be scatterbrained as it is still early morning and I decided to write a bit about my favorite teas (which isn’t too narrow of a category).
First, I like loose-leaf teas the best. Not that I shun all others (I’m drinking a bag tea this morning in fact), but these teas provide the best flavor.
Tea I’ve only had Once but will Love forever
Honeydew Melon White Tea from Teavana. Actually, I can have this tea anywhere, but this was the first place I had it. I blame my first car accident on this tea as it was reaching to hold it so that it wouldn’t spill as I approached a left turn. Its very sweet and light. No sugar is needed (and I rarely use any sugar).

Favorite Bag Teas
Yogi Teas and Double Chai Spice from Stash
Yogi teas are mostly sold only in Whole Food like stores, but are amazing teas. Egyptian Licorice and Thai Spice are a couple of my favorites. Even sworn Licorce haters (like my boyfriend) love the Egyptian Licorice. And Stash’s Double Chai Spice is intense cinnamon flavor that only needs a little bit of sugar. Good Earth is also a favorite brand of bag teas. Anything from them is good too.

The Love of My Life
Jasmine Oolong Loose Leaf
I discovered this tea in one of my favorite tea stores in Pasadena a couple months ago now. It is amazing. I may have written about it before now come to think about it. Soon there will hopefully be a review of this tea up on RedFence.com, so check it out. It is great iced or hot, which is a good mark of a tea.

And one last thing about teas: Snapple new line of Organic teas taste so artificial you have to wonder if there is much of any tea in it. Personally it is hard for me to like the honey sweetener in any tea, but I think that my dislike of these teas is more than the choice of sweetener. The best bottled teas is Arizona, hands down.

Devil Wears Prada

I finally watched the movie last night and was thoroughly bored. Meryl Strep’s performance is probably the best in the entire movie, but it isn’t amazing I felt. The fashion is supposed to be wonderful and some of it was, but having good sets and fashion in a movie alone does not do it for me personally. Probably what bugged me the most was Hathaway’s bangs in the movie. They’re so long you’d think that she would hopefully grow them long and push them out of the way after her transformation, but no she does not. I do not like bangs. And why is that about every movie Hathaway is in she transforms from being ugly to beautiful? Bagh. A pitiful waste of time, just like the book was, except the movie makes the story even more unrealistic.