80 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Show us a book you feel like you should read, but just can't bring yourself to actually pick up.
Oooh, interesting question. I should come on Vox more often.
Which reminds me, sorry I haven't been on even really to comment. My new work place (yay!) has most places blocked and for a little while there, my laptop charger wasn't working properly but I have a new one now!
Now back to books. I'm not really sure what book I feel as though I should be embarassed I haven't read.
It's definitely not Twilight. Just reading the synopsis of each book makes me feel like killing everyone involved in publishing the book.
I am a little surprised I haven't read all of the Sandman books but I'm saving up for the new volumes.
I'm not really into ponderous, "culturally significant" books because they're typically boring. Sorry.
I've never finished any James Joyce but I've been told that's probably not my fault.
I've never actually read the Bible from beginning to end. I get lost in the "Blah begat Blah, then Blah begat Blah, blah blah blah men having sex and releasing progeny on to the world" boringness; though there are supposed to be quite a few good stories about women who step out of "their place" and protect others from persecution. Those are always fun. I really like the one about the woman who nails this guy's head into the ground. That's awesome and ballsy.
I wish I read more How To books, things that help me know more about other things. I probably should read more Canadian history. It's actually quite interesting, though relatively bloodless through many of the years (my favourite story about that one is where Canadians ran across the border, set the White House on fire and then ran back to Canada. It may have been a lot more complicated than that but I like to think some guys got drunk, said, "Damn those Americans for whatever," gathered a bunch of their friends and somehow snuck across the border with gasoline and matches.
Hee hee! I also imagine they're wearing flannel and wearing hats. I don't know why.
I should probably read the actual, historical account, see how close my imagination is :)
Other than that, I'm not sure. What do you guys think? Anything I should read? Please note, I will ignore you if I've tried reading a particular author and have found them not my cup of tea or if the genre/storyline isn't something that interests me. I lean towards the suspense/mystery genre, with or without romance but I'm willing to branch out a little.
Show us your favorite method of transportation.
::sigh:: I wish:
Show us an instrument you know how to play.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Sorry, I have such a dirty joke in my head for this one but I've vowed to be less gross so I'll pass.
(But seriously, if no one's made a skin flute joke... yes, I have the sense of humour of an 8 year old boy.)
Share a song that explains your current state of being.
Okay, so it's not REALLY raining men but this song makes me dance like a dork and that's pretty much how I'm feeling right now.
... though I have a weird man story that I probably should share for fun. I'll think about it and decide tomorrow.
What? You're saying you prefer the Geri Halliwell version? Heathen. But since I'm in a good mood, here it is:
Someone needs to explain to me why she's half-naked and ripping off Flashdance. Plus someone needs to tell her she's much cuter as a redhead.
Share your favorite poem.
Thanks to the amazing and awesome Aubrey, this is my OTHER favourite poem:
Prospice by Robert Browning
Fear death? -- to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form;
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so -- one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that Death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And made me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.
The black minute's at end,
And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Then a light, then thy breat,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!
Whenever I read this one, I feel like a knight, charging a foe who stands between me and ultimate victory; the last and final bridge I have to cross to reach Utopia (or some such thing). Death becomes the war and the victory, the road to your heart's desire.
But only if you're willing to fight. Awesome.
Once again, agree? Disagree? Discuss.
Share your favorite poem.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
There's another one by Robert Browning that I can't quite remember, and so is also quite difficult to find. It's also about death and fighting death, treating it as a foe, rather than the rest that Tennyson seemed to consider it. For me, it's how I look at death and the finality of it all.
Morbid, I know. But it's like in Hamlet's soliloquay. Death can be considered sleep but how do you know if you'll dream beautiful dreams or be haunted by nightmares? To rush in to it without putting up a fight... it just seems ... I don't know, almost wasteful.
Agree? Disagree? Think I'm a narrow-minded bitch who should keep my opinions to myself? Discuss.
Show us an awesome mustache.
Submitted by Soup.
Oh, how I wish I could. I remember watching the news... oh, it has to be at least 5 years ago now. The local news was interviewing an expert on a subject but he had David Suchet as Hercule Poirot's mustache (yes, with the upward curl) and a heavy pirate goatee.
He looked like an expert on evil villainy in the 1930s. I was expecting him to be carrying a struggling woman who he was just about to tie on some railroad tracks, so he could stand above her and stroke his facial hair evilly while the hero struggles to reach her before the train does.
... Have I ever mentioned I tend to have a really active imagination? And that I'm really tired?
Share your theme song.
Submitted by Calley.
You know, I'm not really sure how to answer this question. I kind of want to put in a joke song (like "Let It Whip" by SR-71 -- awesome song, go find it!) or use a more melancholy "So Far Away" by Staind. It's actually really hard to say. It's so hard to describe what my life actually is like. I spend so much time floating and being fairly selfish (please, don't all rush to disagree); I don't work as hard as I should in order to get to where I want. I tend to let myself drift because asking myself what I actually want is more difficult than doing nothing and getting nowhere I want to be.
So, I guess it's both:
Share a song that makes you laugh.
I miss Sublime. Their music was amazing.
In honor of Independence Day, show us something patriotic.
Dana Torres, a 41 year old woman, has come out of retirement (again) to try to qualify for her 5th Olympics. I'm not American but if she makes it to Beijing, she's the one I'm rooting for.
The first time she went to the Olympics, she was 16 and I was 6, just a 10 year age difference, not so much really, but a huge difference in mind set. I read bits about her and I am amazed. But my favourite part?
Ask Torres why she has returned to high-level competition, and the simple answer is because she can. Her coach, Lohberg, added: “And let’s not forget this. She’s nuts.”
Awesome. To bastardize a quote from Another Thin Man, "I wish *I* was nuts that way!"
GO DANA GO!
** and yes, this isn't so much patriotism as it is personal determination but hell, root for her anyway.
