The last few days have had me all in a tizzle over dubious.
21 July 2012
Word of the Week: An Intro
Alright, internet, I'm going to do a new thing! For your enjoyment (and to keep me posting regularly), Word of the Week is going to become a regular feature. I'll whip out a particular word that's been tickling my fancy, give you a short introduction to its definition, etymology, and any interesting trivia surrounding it, and then write a little bit about why it's my word of the week.
Brace yourselves!
10 July 2012
Divination
What makes people choose their next reading materials? Some go strictly by genre - adventure, romance, Young Adult; others choose only certain authors or read only on a specific subject (for example, I used to read anything I could get my hands on about the Tudors: "diaries," nonfiction, rambling fantastical novels). But are their favorite books all in the same category?
08 July 2012
For the Love of Words
If you've spent any time glancing around at this blog, you may have spotted the quotes page. I've got quite a fondness for quotes and have spent years amassing a collection of them - scribbled into notebooks, tacked to bulletin boards, stashed away on index cards, lining my mirror on Post-it notes.
29 May 2012
Writing 2: In Darkness
Tonight, I drive.
I like rolling quietly, alone, through the darkened town. It is deserted and safe, so unlike my midnight city. A lone pack of roaming teenagers darts in front of the car before disappearing down the nearest alley.
Tonight, I listen.
Melancholy songs trickle from the radio and mince through my head. They speak of love and regret - always, love and regret - but it is not mine. Never mine.
Tonight, I sigh.
My life is unfinished, undone, unwritten, unsung. I am No One of No Legend, the familiar face without a place in the background of your world.
Tonight, I sleep.
My restlessness abates and the fog of dreams descends.
I like rolling quietly, alone, through the darkened town. It is deserted and safe, so unlike my midnight city. A lone pack of roaming teenagers darts in front of the car before disappearing down the nearest alley.
Tonight, I listen.
Melancholy songs trickle from the radio and mince through my head. They speak of love and regret - always, love and regret - but it is not mine. Never mine.
Tonight, I sigh.
My life is unfinished, undone, unwritten, unsung. I am No One of No Legend, the familiar face without a place in the background of your world.
Tonight, I sleep.
My restlessness abates and the fog of dreams descends.
11 May 2012
A More Perfect Union
I could say that not allowing people who love each other to get married - that is undermining the institution of marriage! (source)
16 April 2012
Climb Into Her Skin
Written in response to this article.
Honestly, why does it even matter who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird? We were given a marvelous gift in this novel. Its authorship is of no consequence except to Harper Lee's honor - and she herself seems to take no interest in the "scandal." Why can't we accept something beautiful for what it is without trying to drag it through the mud?
Honestly, why does it even matter who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird? We were given a marvelous gift in this novel. Its authorship is of no consequence except to Harper Lee's honor - and she herself seems to take no interest in the "scandal." Why can't we accept something beautiful for what it is without trying to drag it through the mud?
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