Saturday, March 11, 2017

laughing at where

'You were laughing at where I work.'

'So? You do!'

'Yes, because I work there. I'm laughing in the face of adversity, you're just laughing in my face!'

-- One Day by David Nicholls

Monday, February 20, 2017

BookCrossing: Room

I wanted to wild release Room but I was slightly hesitant. It's a popular book and I wanted it to find an appreciative reader. It's a hardcover and there was a threat of spring rain. I decided to release Room onto a sheltered public bookshelf and I'm glad I released it when and where I did because it sure did find an appreciative reader, or at least an appreciative finder as there hasn't been a post-reading update since the catch was made last July.

Here's the bookshelf:

And here's the catch:
This is my first book crossing book. I loved the film, and as I usually enjoy the books more than I do the films that are based on the books I was ecstatic when I saw this in the little "take a book, leave a book" house in front of the Port Moody Arts Centre. I am going to begin reading the book tonight and will let you know what I think of it, and then I will pass the book on.

BookCrossing: Last Summer At Barebones

There's not much to say about this catch, so first allow me to mention that you can see a list of all the catches from my BookCrossing wild releases which also includes links to the books at BookCrossing by clicking here. There we go, thank you for allowing me to do that. Back to this specific catch..

Last Summer At Barebones was released inside a Georgia Straight newspaper box one Vancouver evening in January 2016 and was captured from said box the next day, according to the journal entry that was made a few days later.

Here's the catch:
Went to get a Georgia Straight out of the box the afternoon of January 3rd, and was delighted to find this book waiting there. Looking forward to what looks to be a good read!

Saturday, February 18, 2017

BookCrossing: Man Crazy

As of today, of all the books I've wild released and have also heard back from, Man Crazy has stayed in the wild the longest, for a total of 2,910 days almost exactly 2.5 times as long as my second longest in-the-wild book, Daughters and Mothers. (You can see how I copy-and-pasted from that post from earlier today!) Daughters and Mothers was in the wild for 1,195 days.. 1,195 X 2.5 = 2,987.5

I released Man Crazy at Vancouver's PNE in August 2006 and it remained MIA until August 2014 when this journal entry was made:
I found this book today on the Bargain Books shelf (donated books) at the Richmond Public Library (Brighouse Branch) and I bought it for twenty-five cents. I was delighted to find this book. I really enjoy Joyce Carol Oates' writing. A few years ago, I met her at the Vancouver Public Library when she was on a book tour to promote her non-fiction memoir: "A Widow's Story". After she read out a part of her book, I bought a copy and got her to sign it. Since then I have been reading her books which I mostly get from the library. She is a prolific writer and even though she is in her seventies, she is still writing books. I particularly liked "We were the Mulvaneys". I am looking forward to reading this book.

BookCrossing: A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali

I released A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali on a gummy day in June 2014 and a journal entry catch was posted before I had a chance to do release notes.

The catch:
I found the book this morning outside the Vancouver Art Gallery. Looking forward to reading it and I'll leave it in the next city to which I travel. Perhaps on my next trip to Idaho!
Then a year and a half later a short new entry:
San Francisco is not listed in "City"

BookCrossing: Daughters and Mothers

Somehow I forgot to continue posting my catches from wild releases, even though I was occasionally doing excerpts from books I've been reading. Therefore, this is the second catch-post of the day and there might be more to come.

As of today, of all the books I've wild released and have also heard back from, Daughters and Mothers has stayed in the wild the second longest, for a total of 1,195 days, barely beating out In the Green Star's Glow's 1,163 days.

Daughters and Mothers was released at Seattle Premium Outlets near Tulalip Resort Casino in September 2010 and the following journal entry was made in December 2013:
been holding onto this book for a while (apparently longer than i thought based on its original release date, oops) been meaning to read it, but haven't gotten around to it seeing as its a sequel in a series and im a stickler for reading books in order. so instead of keeping in any longer in hopes of getting around to it i will be releasing it back into the wild soon.

BookCrossing: The Book and the Brotherhood and The Sisterhood

Two books in one post because they were released together and they were caught together. How could I not release those two books together – look at their similar titles!

Both journal entries were similar as well, with identical beginnings and different endings. Here's the beginning both entries shared:
Picked up from the bench at Lafarge Park. I knew about this because of the email alerts from last night, so I went out around 1 pm today to see if it was still there, and it was! When I first found them, there was a family sitting beside the books (there were 2) on the bench, so I walked around the lake, hoping they wouldn't take them, and when I got back they were still there alone! I'm probably a little too excited about the idea of this site, but it seems so fun!
Here's the ending to The Book and the Brotherhood's entry:
Book sounds interesting, if a little outside my usual genres, but I'll give it a shot!
Here's the ending to The Sisterhood's entry:
Not sure about this book, but I'll give it a try. Might be more the taste of a friend of mine, though, so I might pass it along to her!
It seems the person who caught those books – way back in September 2012 was a fairly new BookCrossing member who has since deactivated their account, with those two books being the only books on their shelf. That's too bad, because I really liked their enthusiasm for the website.

mysterious as a secret

 Her enthusiasm was infectious and I soon lost myself in the excitement of the moment, ignoring my original reasons for wanting to explore the tunnels. There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.

-- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

Saturday, January 21, 2017

hide their feet

"You can tell a lot about a person by their feet," he mused. "Some men come in here, smiling and laughing, shoes all clean and brushed, socks all powdered up. But when the shoes are off, their feet smell just fearsome. Those are the people that hide things. They've got bad smelling secrets and they try to hide 'em, just like they try to hide their feet."

He turned to look at me. "It never works though. Only way to stop your feet from smelling is to let them air out a bit. Could be the same thing with secrets. I don't know about that, though. I just know about shoes."

He began to look through the clutter of his workbench. "Some of these young men from the court come in, fanning their faces and moaning about the latest tragedy. But their feet are so pink and soft. You know they've never walked anywhere on their own. You know they've never really been hurt."

-- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

"time heals all wounds" is false

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind's way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying "time heals all wounds" is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

-- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

I consented to ask the other half of me

I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half of me where I'd hidden it, only to find I hadn't hidden the stone at all. I had merely been waiting to see how long I would look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

Another time I asked for hints and ended up jeering at myself. It's no wonder that many arcanists you meet are a little eccentric, if not downright cracked. As Ben had said, sympathy is not for the weak of mind.

-- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

a chocolate too many times

"Why you can't stand Dylan the book?"

"I've read it too many times."

But when I want something I want it always, like chocolates, I never ate a chocolate too many times.

"You could read it yourself," she says.

That's silly, I could read all them myself, even Alice with her old-fashioned words. "I prefer when you read them."

-- Room by Emma Donoghue

Sunday, March 22, 2015

smelled like a public john

Andy Sharma was his name - a private dick who smelled like a public john. I was very pleased with that one and knew that Cat would have enjoyed it too, had I been able to tell it to her.

This is despite the fact that it's a very unfair smear on his name. The place only smelled like a public toilet because of his attempts to get it clean but us hard-boiled detective client types haven't got time for political correctness. If it's fairness versus a half decent one liner, the one liner wins every time. I find this a very good rule by which to live one's life.

-- Infidelity for First-Time Fathers by Mark Barrowcliffe

Saturday, August 9, 2014

I want you like the sea

I want you, I thought. I want you like the sea wants a sacrifice of souls.

Now that's not the sort of thought that normally troubles my thinking tackle on the mezzanine floor of a business event, I can tell you.

In the grip of such a powerful emotion, I did the only thing I could.

"Goodbye," I said, although it may as well have been "beep beep", as I made like the roadrunner out of there. There was then a very embarrassing period while I stood by reception waiting for a cab.

-- Infidelity for First-Time Fathers by Mark Barrowcliffe