Today, I'm building a bookshelf.
Wish me luck. Also, I’ll take pictures later.
Wish me luck. Also, I’ll take pictures later.
Complete with the moment the fairy girl the shrunken human has fallen in love with goes off on him for putting red Xes on trees, and denounces him as a betrayer of trust.
Only, the fairies are of course aliens, the human isn’t shrunken but put into another body, and instead of red Xes he just tells the logging corporation how to cut down the biggest tree there is.
If this is hard to follow, yes, I’m talking about Avatar.
I have enough thought material on this movie to write a dissertation, but nobody wants to read that. Instead, I’ll just write down a few major thoughts I had throughout the film, and hope that gives you a fairly good idea of whether or not this movie is for you.
Was it enjoyable? Sure. I also got bored in parts, because Jim didn’t dip me into this world as far as he should have. It was more like tiny, teasy dips. Dip dip dip, where only my hair gets wet. Too many characters, not enough character development. Almost zero character development on the whole, actually. I don’t even know how well I knew the main character. He might have been a complete butthead for all I know. I might have been rooting for a butthead.
See the movie? Sure, see the movie. Just don’t expect it to be perfect, or the best thing ever, because, listen.
They used Papyrus as the subtitle font. Yellow Papyrus.
Yeah.
That’s my only advice to anyone about everything.
Stay a kid.
You can be as serious as you want about whatever your passion is, or whatever is paying the bills, but remember that this seriousness is a pretend part of you. You may like it, you may bring it with you and use it as a shield, as a badge of “growing up,” but remember that it’s not real. Inside, you’re still nine, or twelve, or however old you were when you first realized certain things were not how they should be. Magic wasn’t real, your parents were just people, and it actually didn’t matter what you scored on the spelling test because all that stuff about “you won’t pass second grade if you don’t do well in first grade” was bunk.
Stay a kid, because all of this grown-up stuff isn’t really any good. Sure, it feels good when you get a bonus at work or when you knock ‘em dead in the meetings, but it only feels good in that pretend way, the one where you know it’s all just a kind of game you’re playing. Like four-square. Sometimes you’re the king, but just as often you’re standing in line, waiting to say the next impressive thing to get a sticker on your plastic grown-up badge.
Stay a kid, and you’ll be able to interact with the kid inside the rest of them, all of those who realize on some deeper level that having fun and being friends and making up games to play when there’s nothing else to do are the important things. They’ll love you for it, for being your basic self, for existing honestly without the kind of facade the hypothetical guy who works in the hypothetical corner puts up. Nobody knows who that guy is - behind his face we think he’s secretly laughing at all of us, or at least looking down from some imagined mountain. We know that, at least, that his mountain is imagined, because his grown-up badge is just as fake as the rest of ours.
Stay a kid, and problems aren’t problems anymore. Growing up is just another game. That’s all any of it is. A moment in time, a fair or foul ball, a “you’re it,” for one blink of a cosmic eye.
That’s all I have to say.

Jon and I have this little book club called The Bloomsbury Two. Some of you may or may not be aware. I’ve had an itch to read 2666 by Roberto Bolano for a long while now. So I mentioned 2666 to Jon as a possible book club choice. Jon said of course, he’s easy to persuade when it comes to books to read.
We’re wondering if anyone else out there in the tumblr universe feels like reading it with us. We’re thinking we could discuss the book via e-mail or on our blogs and in the end review the book. It might be a fun and interesting way to get through a big daunting novel like 2666. If you’re at all interested send Jon our myself an e-mail. It could be fun right..? You never know.
I’m in. Only thing is, I bought this book in Spanish. On purpose. What is the pace going to be?
Laundry is for pansies. Real men wear layers of scum to work.
Spotted: a bartender who looks exactly like Moe from the Simpson’s. Right down to the hair flip and front teeth.

I wore the tie my sister got me for my birthday to work today!
Tweaking. Need sleep. Lost 98 dollars in one hand. K10 loses to AA when board is K5107A. Put the other guy all in after the flop…UGH RIVER

A letter from Dr. Seuss to a 13-year-old aspiring artistA letter like this can make all the difference. I know from experience.
Wonderful. I wonder if this is a common experience among writers. My returned letter was from Bruce Coville, a popular young-adult science fiction and fantasy writer (I don’t know if he still is). I don’t know if I still have the letter (I rather doubt it) but it was about this long and also apologized for having taken so long to send. There was advice, too, advice I read and then forgot, because that wasn’t the important thing.
The important thing was that someone I admired, someone so big and outside of my imagined view of the world, wrote me back. As if I were singularly important in some cosmic way.
I can’t wait to be the writer who wrote back.





I wake up at 9:30 and shower. Crack open Under the Dome and read until it’s done.
It’s 1 now.
It’s a wonderful day in the neighborhood. Today I shall explore the wonders Reno has in store for me. Or anyone.