Watkins

My new(ish) job is a exercise in managing your boredom. I think I'm slightly ADD. I have to find fun "Projects" to work on throughout the long 8 hours of sitting at a desk with minimal internet access (this site is a welcome sight... lol see what I did there. Punny... or would I just say "a welcome site?" who cares, moving on.) I have rekindled (as my kindle is not allowed) my love of actual books. And have gotten in touch (with sore fingers... ha ha I'm on fire tonight) with my love of cross-stiching. Yes, i am now an 80 year old woman in a 29 year old's body. Maybe I'll write the next great amercian novel right here on Blogspot. Yeah, I don't think so either.

What's this... A blog update?

Just thought I'd drop by and add a review of my dinner tonight. I ate at City Buffet with my dear friend Jess B. dinner was less that enjoyable, food-wise. The conversation was fantastic, as always. But the entertainment was fantastic!
One can forgive bad food when Sally the Camel and Marty the Moose are present. The restaurant was serving Craw-dads or crayfish (whichever you prefer.) This "specialty" brings out the very best in hillbilly fashion. No less than three cutoff sleeveless shirts, Two pairs of Daisy Dukes, and the women were worse.
Jess has a keen eye for spotting the future PeopleOfWalmart.com and tonight was a treat. We even spotted the elusive She-Mullet out of her winter hibernation.
The food left much to be desired (like wishing we'd gone to Great Wall off Eagle Rd) with the exception to the lovely cake-Jello concoction that was bliss. (Cake and Jello together? I know it seems too Mormon to be true. )
In all, I'd recommend going somewhere else for a Chinese buffet. When you're done, just then head over to Walmart to watch the City Buffet Feeders arrive full on craw-dads and Jellocake ready to mosey down the gun aisle picking the moose-knuckle from the crotch or their Daisy Dukes.

Currently reading

I like to think I have good taste on books. People tend to like what I recommend. Granted, I'm not reading obscure prosaic masterpieces. I read what a lot of people call crap (Ahem, Young Adult fiction and celebrity autobiographies.) I dont care, I read to escape and have fun. If I wanted to be depressed I'd watch the news.

So now onto what I'm currently reading...
(I should also let you know I do read a lot of books that are made into movies. I figure if I really want to see a movie then I'll definitely like the book. That said...)
The Accidental Billionaires by Ben Mezrich. (for Kindle)
I loved The Social Network and thought this quick read would be interesting and to get more depth into what happened with the forming of Facebook. So far, I can't put it down. I already know the ending- Money for everyone! But I have to say the world of Harvard and the people who played supporting roles to Mark Zuckerberg's baby are fascinating. I Definitely recommend this one and I'm not even half way through.

Anonymous

On Tuesday I say the movie "Anonymous" at the dollar theatre. I have to say I really enjoyed it. Being and long time lover of Shakespeare, it's always good to see another theory on how things came to be. I'm not a movie critic- they have too much hate. But I enjoyed it and recommend it. I also recommend you read Shakespeare, because why wouldn't you?

No more school.

I wanted to go back to school, but alas, the Financial Aid Gods have told me to pound sand. So I have had to drop out due to $0 funds for school. What a pipe dream it was.

I think I'll keep the blog though and re-title it "My Blah-g"! Good luck everyone else.

And the moral of the story is, Never withdraw from any class... EVER!

The death of romance?

I must admit I don’t think I had ever before read anything by Walt Whitman. I know, how could that be possible? Oh, I'm sure I’ve read a snippet here or there in school, but nothing of note comes to mind. When the question arose in my American Literature class: Is Walt Whitman a Romantic or a realist?—I thought I don’t know. I’ve never met the guy. Upon reading his “Song of myself” (a nice introduction to Mr. Whitman) I think he’s actually both. 

He writes of all the glory to be found in himself (and everyone else), but as the poem continues I got a feeling of the change the Civil war brought to his comfort zone. He seems angered and political towards the end. He is the voice of the people who never had a voice before. He's on the side of humanity.

In reading Emily Dickinson's (another writer whom I knew by name but had never read.) Poems #202, 236, 340,448, 479 and 764, I believe she is a romantic writer—a morbidly romantic writer. She romanticizes death and the afterlife. She feels that she was more dead than alive and goes through life locked away in her own funeral. Was she a realist in the sense that she knew she would one day die, so why not accept it and write about it? Maybe.

*Revised* Questions I ask of you:
If the Civil War caused the Literary change from Romanticism to Realism, what change has September 11 cause in the Literary world today?

Was Emily Dickinson a girl who lost her love causing her to become depressed or was she a victim of her own fear of heartbreak that kept her from letting herself love.