I am on my second try at reading "Midnight's Children" and finding it infinitely easier to read since returning from India.
I got an "A" in my short article in magazine writing class. You may kiss my ring.
I am chronically insecure about my writing abilities (this is not a fishing rod for complements), so these kinds of ego boosts are much appreciated.
I chewed nicorette yesterday. It tasted like pepper.
I got blabbed somehow or other on this Toronto election blog. My words are taken a bit out of context, and without an understanding of the slightly satirical tone (or the largely Yankee audience that makes up Happyrobot), but it is a public domain, so I can't complain. And it is a bit cool to get read by people who actually live here. Viva la interweb!
I go to Urban Outfitters sometimes before class, and it always makes me sad.
I am sure I am not the only one who can do this, but I was talking to a friend the other day who told me to see "Whale Rider".
I asked her what it was about, and she said: "it is about a girl who is born into a Maori family descended from the mythic Whale Rider, but the only one left to inherit the title in this family is a girl."
"Oh," I continued for her, "and she is the true Whale Rider inheritor, but she is a girl and her od grandfather won't accept that a girl could have inherited the gift. She knows something, however, in her innocent savant way. She sets out to prove her worth on a quest to find a lost, sacred object of spiritual and cultural significance. When she finds it and returns, they are ready to accept her gift, because changing your mind is proof that you have one."