Current Mood:  LAZY
Currently Reading:

Angelas Ashes: A Memoir
By Frank McCourt

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"I have to look in the dictionary to find out what a virgin is. I know the Mother of God is the Virgin Mary and they call her that because she didn't have a proper husband, only poor old St. Joseph. In the Lives of the Saints the virgins are always getting into trouble and I don't know why. The dictionary says, Virgin, woman (usually a young woman) who is and remains in a state of inviolate chastity.
Now I have to look up inviolate and chastity and all I can find here is that inviolate means not violated and chastity means chaste and that means pure from unlawful sexual intercourse. Now I have to look up intercourse and that leads to intromission, which leads to intromittent, the copulatory organ of any male animal. Copulatory leads to copulation, the union of the sexes in the art of generation and I don't know what that means and I'm too weary going from one word to another in this heavy dictionary which leads me on a wild goose chase from this word to that word and all because the people who wrote the dictionary don't want the likes of me to know anything."

Frank McCourt [Angela's Ashes]
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More random retardednessss: 

Ever the talented artist and Adobe Photoshop aficionado, this is what my little 7-year old cousin thinks I look like with a fever.  So I look like a dancing, prancing, amoebic ballerina with a really bad sunburn, but at least I look happy.  I'm expecting him to become a regular Picasso when he grows up.

I just finished reading the very popular Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt for the third time.  I love, love, love this book.  McCourt has written the story of his childhood the right way - through the eyes of a child and not of a jaded adult.  It's a haunting tale, beautifully poignant and full of biting, laugh-out-loud wit.  His lyrical Irish voice describes various scenes of his childhood as he and his family struggle to survive through aching hardships:  the death of his three siblings, hunger & sickness, the curse of the drink, and the fight to break free of the streets of Limerick, Ireland and go to America.  While it may sound brooding and depressing, McCourt nevertheless manages to weave wry humor and wit into every page.  His very memorable characters leap out at you, and his narrative is amazingly powerful.  I highly recommend this book to anyone in search of a touching, inspiring read.

Hoo boy, do I sound like a book critic?

I think I'm going to go catch Finding Nemo with some friends tomorrow.  It just reached BKK theaters last week, but I, being the stealthy, illegal criminal that I am, had already managed to snag a really crappy copy from Pantip Plaza a month ago.  But that's besides the point; the point is that I'm still going to go watch the film while it's in theaters, so technically, that isn't illegal, is it?

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