This was blogged a few days ago at The New York Times, but it still worth a read. Make sure to read some of the first few comments as well; they are just as fun to read as the article.
Seven Deadly Sins of Book Reviewing
Remember the cute little boy in Love Actually who is in love with a girl and yet does not know what to do about it; eventually running through the airport just to say good-bye to her? Well, now he is to star as Tintin. Herge classic will come to life with Spielberg directing one and Jackson the other. Who will direct the third is still to be decided. Also which Tintin comics will be the final stories have yet to be decided; 3 out of 25 stories, how hard can it be to choose?
Check out the story at Guardian: Blistering Barnacles! It’s Spielberg’s New Tintin
I just discovered my new favorite tea site at Adagio (thanks Alissa). Usually I like to see the teas I buy and if possible, even sample them. Yet now having moved up to Santa Clarita, I don’t go to my favorite little tea shop in Pasadena very often. And it has been weeks since I’ve had Jasmine Oolong, probably my favorite tea of all time. I would like this to be the blame of why I’ve started drinking more coffee again, but I know its also my own fault there. All this to say, I went ahead and bought samplers of the following from Adagio:
Jasmine Oolong #12
Casablanca Twist (green tea)
I can’t wait till they get here in a few days. And I can’t wait to try to make my own blends of teas.
When I began my jobsearch, there were a few places I told myself I could never work. For instance, at Vromans or Borders. I knew myself too well. My collection of books would grow to elephant-sized proportions while my collection of dollars would remain small. Working at the library seemed like a feasible option because I can only check books out. Yet, with patron donations, I find myself still spending my quarters and dimes. Thankfully, it is only quarters and dimes, but I find my collection books steadily growing. Today I am considering buying (all in never-read-before-Borders-price-tag-on-the-back-condition):
Leaves of Grass and other writings: Norton Critical Edition by Walt Whitman
The Souls of Black Folk: Norton Critical Edition by Du Bois
Edward Hopper: An Intimate Biography by Gail Levin
This is also why my wardrobe remains small.
Was possibley the most physically active weekend I have had in a few weeks. I had Good Friday off, so I began with reading the children’s book “Penelope” that was adapted from the screenplay. It was another modern day fairy tale for children, though the heorine was to be 25 yrs old. I loved the simple idea and didn’t mind using an hour and half to read it in Borders. I read more “Atlas Shrugged” in the afternoon, then Brian and I went to go hiking after he got off work. We couldn’t see much of the wildflowers that are in bloom everywhere around here, but we plan on going back soon when there is more time to go on a bike ride in the hills.
Saturday we helped Brian’s brother and his wife move into a new apartment. Moving is never fun, but the fellowship of Christian friends made the move seem much simpler than it could have been. Brian and I stayed later to help them unpack more, and went to Stadium Tavern in Fullerton so the boys could watch NCAA March Madness.
I never finished Atlas Shrugged as I hoped I would this weekend, but that just means trudging along throughout this week. Ayn Rand is a great writer, but Atlas Shrugged is really her textbook about her philosophy. I enjoyed Fountainhead much more, but probably because it is more succinct and not as much philosophizing. Her characters in both works seem to mirror each other as well, which is fine because they were well-drawn characters.
Rather than shoot himself, a man builds a robot to do it. Maybe its because Arthur C. Clarke just died, or I’ve been watching too many cyborg/robot movies, but this was just a little strange.
Arthur C. Clarke is no longer with us.