When I was younger I had a great confusion when it came to vertigo and nostalgia. They always got mixed up in my head for no real reason (kind of like Mel Brooks, Mel Gibson, and… Gene Wilder).
I believe it was at a museum in Chicago (which one, I don’t know) where the separation of the two concepts finally became concrete. That was a great trip to Chicago- I remember lots of tulips, adorable kittens in a pet store, refried beans, and reading the Phantom Stallion series voraciously (I real Desert Dancer on the plane, I think.)
Discovering vertigo was an important step in my adolescent development, because now I can use words like vertiginous without sounding like an idiot and I can understand that Jimmy Stewart and Kim Novak are dealing with heights and not memories of trips to their grandmas’ houses in Hitchcock’s Vertigo.
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A collection of paired proverbs, adages, and quotes with opposite meanings.
There is officially nowhere to turn for accurate advice (though if you were relying on proverbs for life guidance I imagine you need a lot more help than just advice right now). 🙂
- Opposites attract
- Birds of a feather flock together
- Forgive and forget
- Revenge is a dish best served cold
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And today it’s been exactly four weeks since I returned to the home. I’ve spent most of that time lounging and languishing, as one is wont to do after a fairly brutal confrontation with a semester of higher education.
It’s an important defensive measure- for the preservation of sanity- to do your utmost to expel all of that malignant and intrusive learning from your head so it can be once more empty and happy and light as a balloon.
Yep, summer is a time for the easy pleasures. Easy pleasures like lovely films; some complicated and thought-provoking, others simple enough that you can let them wash right over you like a summer breeze or murmuring ocean tide. And of course, for the few days that your remote is out of commission, there will always be the guilty recourse of youtube rendezvous with Say Yes to the Dress, Season 14 (Grow a spine and tell your entourage that they and their opinions can go to hell).
Anyway, these were the happy viewing of a few of my quiet evenings… when I wasn’t rooting for lace over tulle or ballgown over mermaid or whatever. Continue reading “Top Movies of the Month”
It has been four weeks minus a day since I got home from my junior year of college (!) which means it’s been exactly four weeks since the most dehumanizing test of my life (Physical Chemistry II, anybody?)
Here, a list of the best of the books I’ve read since my
triumphant return. Spoiler warnings.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers: I love Carson McCullers, if I post an addendum to my list of favorite authors, she will be on it. My Mom has been recommending this book to me for a long time and I’m very glad that I finally heeded her always-sage advice. The Heart is a shaking book. And my Mom lied to me. I asked if Mr. Singer would be okay in the end and she assured me that he would be. Of course if you’ve read this novel you know that Mr. Singer shoots himself. It’s a book that explores the deep loneliness, searching, and successive disillusionments that is human life. The failure to understand the people around us, the pain of not being understood. Continue reading “Top Books of the Month”
For a person of 20-going-on-21, this list is… um…. a bit embarrassing.
I like old movies (classics, please) just as my literature preferences lean more toward the 19th century.
Naturally, my favorite actors and actresses are similarly timeless/currently deceased. Mostly.
And my favorite actors are not necessarily the ‘best’ actors, but rather the people I am always happy to see on the screen. Just as when a book is written by my favorite author I try to read it, if a movie has one of these people in it, I try to watch it.
Jimmy Stewart: I date my film obsession back to when my grandmother showed me Rear Window the summer before my freshman year of high school. In reality, it had probably been seething beneath the surface before then- but the breathtaking combination of Jimmy Stewart, Grace Kelly (see below), and director Alfred Hitchcock caused a veritable explosion in my conception of what films could be. I like Jimmy Stewart for his self-effacing, foot-shuffling charm, whether he’s bringing it to a screwball romantic comedy (Philadelphia Story), a Western (Destry Rides Again), or the quintessential Christmas film (It’s A Wonderful Life). Continue reading “Familiar Film Faces”
I was on a yoga retreat a few years ago when the leader of the program I was participating in argued strongly in favor of both laughing and crying at least once a day.
Now, emotional release is excellent and I never sleep so well as after I cry (how is it that crying wipes you out more than aerobics and cardio combined?) but making laughter and tears part of a daily to do list seems to me to be a bit too regimented (and this from someone who lives off lists).
And that’s only the lesser problem. The real struggle is that, while I can make myself cry on a dime (there’s just so much to cry about, you know?) I have never been able to make myself laugh.
Granted, I have found only two methods that have given me any success, and even then my laughs are only moderate (a 4 out of 10 on the laugh scale). And so that makes this a very short list (and regarding these techniques, your mileage may vary). If you happen to be reading this and can make yourself laugh with the same level of talent that I can make myself cry, please advise! Continue reading “Laughter and Iridescence”
Or my full bottles, and why I cherish them like a dragon cherishes gold. A generous dragon.
For people in and outside the perfume community, the following is a list of the full perfume bottles I own and the feelings they inspire in me. In perfume community parlance, FBW is an abbreviation for ‘full bottle-worthy’- a perfume that you love enough to invest in 50 mL of at least. No mean feat when you’ve established a healthy collection of beloved scents. I don’t know that that much of anything is FBW to me anymore- few things are even worthy of 5 mL decants. Usually I work through my samples and those that I grow attached to become wish list items for future sample or decant purchase. I just don’t see myself needing (or finishing) full bottles now that my collection is so well-rounded and satisfying. As such, most of the perfumes I have in full bottles are ones that I bought earlier in my perfume career, when the urge to amass was still strong (now I prefer to just rest upon my laurels and an avalanching mountain of samples and decants). But my bottles and I have long histories (and tender feelings), let me introduce them.
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