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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935778745449138548/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Celia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436427552080974876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>541</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/QqvZ" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qqvz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQHgzfip7ImA9WhdQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935778745449138548.post-2982887895236643587</id><published>2011-08-18T05:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:18:51.686-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-18T05:18:51.686-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chelsea peretti" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humorless feminists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aiyi'nah &quot;SimplyNay&quot; Ford" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alexandra petri" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slutwalk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aauw" /><title>Slutwalk and "Humorless Feminists"</title><content type="html">Recently, I was talking to acquaintance about how much I love the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
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"What do you do on the internet?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I said, "I read a lot about feminism."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cue shocked look. I could see him mentally formulating every interaction we'd had and him trying to reconcile it with the idea of HUMORLESS FEMINIST. To ease his calculations, I added, "Yes. That's right. I'm a humorless feminist."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where does that idea come from, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last night the AAUW (American Association of University Women) hosted a panel discussion called &lt;a href="http://blog-aauw.org/2011/08/17/why-i-participated-in-slutwalk-d-c/"&gt;RE: Action - A debate on Slutwalk&lt;/a&gt;. Much has been written about the Slutwalks and the &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/42927752/ns/us_news-life/t/cops-rape-comment-sparks-wave-slutwalks/"&gt;original Toronto cop who sparked Slutwalks already&lt;/a&gt;, but what struck me about last night was how easy to laugh the panelists and entire room was, even though they were discussing something extremely serious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Slutwalk itself is tongue in cheek; it takes the Toronto cop's words and shows exactly how ridiculous they are. &amp;nbsp;Obviously: my short skirt does not tell a person I want to have sex with them. My skirt does not have a louder voice than I do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/alexandra-petri/2011/02/02/AB3jKAJ_page.html"&gt;Alexandra Petri&lt;/a&gt;, who was on the panel, told a joke that I'm going to paraphrase:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;A man rapes a woman. Later, she has a job interview with him. They go through the entire interview, but unfortunately, at the end of it, he tells her that she did not get the job. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The next morning, she shows up bright and early at 9 a.m., ready to work. He is taken aback. "I told you that you didn't get the job!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh," she said, "I thought that no meant yes."&lt;/blockquote&gt;She said that it was the only rape joke that she'd ever heard that was funny. Well, because its one of the few that focuses on how ridiculous the excuses for rape are. Petri pointed out that all the other jokes about rape are actually very serious and not funny. Prison rape, for example, is something that gets joked about all the time, and that is &lt;i&gt;disturbing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It reminded me of this clip from Chelsea Peretti:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://comedians.jokes.com/chelsea-peretti/videos/chelsea-peretti---live-in-fear/"&gt;Comedy Central's Jokes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Get More: &lt;a href="http://www.jokes.com/"&gt;Jokes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.jokes.com/"&gt;Joke of the Day&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.jokes.com/funny/"&gt;Funny Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feministfilm.tumblr.com/post/7162371433/how-to-make-a-rape-joke-in-a-rape-joke-culture"&gt;Feminist Film&lt;/a&gt; points out:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Chelsea Peretti’s rape jokes are basically about how she recognizes that there is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;nothing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;you can do to realistically prevent rape, but how we’re expected to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;really&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;afraid of it all the time anyway.&amp;nbsp; And she does a really good bro impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rape itself isn't funny: its the excuses, the societal &lt;i&gt;bullshit&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that is funny. Feminists aren't humorless, they just &lt;i&gt;don't laugh at not funny jokes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another panelist, Aiyi'nah "SimplyNay" Ford, was all around hilarious. She explained that she wants to reclaim the word 'slut' because she knows her own power, and those words do not hold power over her. She also explained her swearing habits, which lead her to call people "motherfucking motherfuckers."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One in four adults read no books at all in the past year, according to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll released Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know that this is framed in an alarming way, but...I'm not entirely sure why this is a big deal. And I love to read! &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to read &lt;a href="http://obsessionnostalgia.blogspot.com/search/label/150%20book%20challenge"&gt;150 books this year&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;nbsp;Why am I not lamenting the sad state of reading affairs in America?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This part from the article:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I just get sleepy when I read," said Richard Bustos of Dallas, a habit with which millions of Americans can doubtless identify. Bustos, a 34-year-old project manager for a telecommunications company, said he had not read any books in the last year and would rather spend time in his backyard pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Honestly, dude, I can relate. In college, I used to start studying in the afternoon for the express purpose of being asleep for an afternoon nap in the next 30 minutes. Lets face it! Americans have other things going on. And that guy loves to be in the pool! Shouldn't I be out getting more exercise, rather reading 150 books? In another article, I could say something like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I just don't like to go outside very much. I'd rather stay inside, read, watch television... Besides, its been so hot lately," she said, adding that occasionally she does ten minute yoga routines in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We're all fuckups in some way according to the media.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Besides, television has gotten super intense and complicated. Certain programs (The Wire, Mad Men) are like intellectual pursuits. I'm willing to give non-readers a break. Your life is complicated, I'm sure that you're doing what you can, and I'm not here to give you a guilt trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Honestly, this sort of thing is hard to fight against. Sometimes it &lt;i&gt;is too braggy&lt;/i&gt;. But sometimes you are too modest. Where is the line? This happens early in the book, so obviously the character that says this (Mary Lou) grows a set of Lady Balls (Thatchers, if you will) by the end of the book. But there's a difference between bragging and sticking up for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh man, so I'm totally failing on reading 13 books this month (only 10!), but due to being so far ahead other months, I'm still super ahead on the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;
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All that being said: I really, really liked &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Live-Safely-Science-Fictional-Universe/dp/0307379205?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;How To Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0307379205" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;. I'm really, really looking forward to reading his short story collection.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- George R. R. Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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But even though I spend most of my time watching television, I'm unable to manage time effectively, I ate frozen cheesecake for dinner last night because it was so hot.... I have to admit that I've started that transition, the adult transition. I definitely am no longer in college.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm pretty sure that other people's badges of adulthood are different, but mine are:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a wizard at laundry. Seriously. I got bike grease out of my boyfriend's short, I got cat blood out of his shirt a few months ago. And I know that its not me performing the magic, its oxyclean, but not looking at a grease stain and saying, "Fuck it. I'm throwing you away rather than dealing with you," is a sort of triumph.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I make food that isn't macaroni and cheese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Related -- I eat a vegetable that isn't a potato once a day and drink tea without any sweetener.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I've kept a cat alive for four years now. I remember when he was still a kitten, and I said to someone that I had a cat. Their reply, "In your college apartment??? Is it ALIVE?" Why, yes. I feed it and take it to the vet and everything.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt0L9638RH8/Tikf0adyUnI/AAAAAAAAApg/n21FFngkd6Q/s1600/SANY0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt0L9638RH8/Tikf0adyUnI/AAAAAAAAApg/n21FFngkd6Q/s320/SANY0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have motherfucking goals. Seriously. Like, the 150 Book Challenge for the year. A new one I'm toying with is trying to get to 100,000 total tracks on my last.fm account by the end of the year. Doesn't matter that its an inconsequential goal. Still counts. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm also keeping plants alive. Outside, or whatever, but in the current heat wave, that is a miracle and it shall be counted as no less.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like its become the new cool thing, the "Oh, I'm not an adult because I wear flip flops in the snow." (True story: I do.) Just like being awkward became cool 5 years ago... which still boggles my mind. Do you know the feeling of being awkward? It is the exact &lt;i&gt;opposite &lt;/i&gt;of coolness. I feel sick and want to sink into the pages of Harry Potter where time-turners exist so I can turn the clocks back, or at best, &lt;i&gt;obliviate&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with a a flick of my wand so that NO ONE REMEMBERS THE WEIRD THING I SAID OR DID. The essence of not being cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
In the grand scheme of things, this is not a huge deal. I've owned an iPad for the past three months, so its not like my boyfriend and I are (the horrors!) sharing one laptop. Its just weird how much things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It used to be that if you had a computer in your household, you only had one. It was the family computer, and people took turns using it. I'm not sure when exactly that changed, but I can't imagine having to share my computer with another person full time. It would be like sharing a cell phone with another person. Only worse, because I hardly ever use my cell phone. Its just a given now that you have as many computers in the house as there are people. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its indicative, I guess, of how mainstream the internet has gotten. The internet is a great tool, a great entertainer, and a great way to keep in contact with other people. Its interesting to think back on my grandparents, in the late nineties, whispering that they thought my mother had "become addicted to the internet." They had seen a program on the news about it. They don't say stuff like that anymore, largely because people aren't as alarmist about it anymore. It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; acceptable now. Its just weird how fast that was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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(I cheated. I reread it today.)&lt;br /&gt;
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My love of this book falls into two major categories:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. A Celia character who doesn't suck. As a person named Celia, there are few other Celia's out there, in literature or otherwise. I remember there being a Celia in Under the Lilacs by Louisa May Alcott, and not being offended by her, but not impressed either. Celia Hodes, on Weeds, is the worst Celia ever. Seriously. I can't watch Weeds because she is the worst person on that show. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Celia in After the Golden Age is pretty awesome. She's exactly my age (25!), rides the city bus (me too!), and is a bit of a work-a-holic. As one of the few "super-heroes" in the book, she's got a lot to prove, and she goes ahead and proves it. She's pretty bad ass in a runaway bus scene.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. I'm a sucker for the love story. Seriously. Carrie Vaughn did something that seems pretty hard. She had the protagonist fall in love with &lt;i&gt;a telepath&lt;/i&gt; and made it sweet. That seems so impossible. But it isn't played creepily, and it just &lt;i&gt;works&lt;/i&gt;. I love every second of it, and even though I saw it coming, I loved re-reading it, paying close attention to their interactions and savoring it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since then, I've been on the lookout for Carrie Vaughn books. I just read &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Steel-Carrie-Vaughn/dp/0061547913?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;Steel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=0061547913" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; and it was good too. But the DC public library doesn't really have a lot of her books (almost none of a series that she writes). Oh well, I'll just have to keep watch! I also subscribed to her blog and am really enjoying that too. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh man, this song. So catchy! I think I got it as a download from them via email, and I like it way better than "What About Us." I do think its interesting that the song is called "Repatriated"...implying that it happened, but the song says that he'll "never be repatriated." Would it have been better to give the song the title, "Never Be Repatriated"? Or how about "(Never Be) Repatriated".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Where did the future go?&lt;br /&gt;
I was feeling down&lt;br /&gt;
I was feeling so low&lt;br /&gt;
Had to get out&lt;br /&gt;
Had to get out parts unknown&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where did the feeling go?&lt;br /&gt;
I got it back when the plane touched down&lt;br /&gt;
I was over&lt;br /&gt;
I was over - oh well&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here it comes&lt;br /&gt;
Here it comes&lt;br /&gt;
Here it comes&lt;br /&gt;
Here it comes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The frozen light&lt;br /&gt;
I'll never go back there&lt;br /&gt;
It was a lie, a lie&lt;br /&gt;
Believin' in it is so, it is so hard&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I saw the light&lt;br /&gt;
Saw the reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;
And I will go, I will go&lt;br /&gt;
Out in the heat&lt;br /&gt;
And the rush and pushin' when its five at night&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your little heart is gonna beat so&lt;br /&gt;
Where did the future go?&lt;br /&gt;
Parts unknown&lt;br /&gt;
Parts unknown&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your little heart is gonna beat so&lt;br /&gt;
Where did the feeling go?&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;
It comes and goes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here it comes!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your little heart is gonna beat so&lt;br /&gt;
Where did the feeling go?&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;
It comes and goes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here it comes&lt;br /&gt;
Here it comes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blackout&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've seen the future&lt;br /&gt;
And its comin' in low&lt;br /&gt;
I've seen the future&lt;br /&gt;
I will never be repatriated&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've seen the future&lt;br /&gt;
And its comin' in low&lt;br /&gt;
I've seen the future&lt;br /&gt;
I will never be repatriated&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'll never be repatriated&lt;br /&gt;
Never be repatriated&lt;br /&gt;
Never be repatriated&lt;br /&gt;
Never be repatriated&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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News from the &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/ElsinoreMusic/status/74167738398031872"&gt;Elsinore Twitter Account&lt;/a&gt;! And, may I say, its a very appropriate chorus for a competitive reality show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the biography of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-Miller-Bunker-Ives-Gammell/dp/B0007E81UU?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Dennis Miller Bunker by R. H. Ives Gammell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0007E81UU" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We can measure the extent of Bunker's achievement in this difficult branch of art by comparing his landscapes with those of the painters who have been universally considered its leading exponents. Placed beside the best Medfield studies, the one in the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum (&lt;i&gt;note: not the one above&lt;/i&gt;), for instance, or the painting entitled "The Brook, Medfield", Claude Monet's pictures look a little candy-colored and&amp;nbsp;artificial, while even Sisley's seem rather haphazard and incomplete.&amp;nbsp;Standing&amp;nbsp;before the best Renoirs one thinks of fuzziness and a lack of solidarity. Dennis Bunker's landscapes look simply right.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Standing in the &lt;a href="http://www.gardnermuseum.org/"&gt;Gardner Museum&lt;/a&gt;, "The Brook, Medfield" immediately caught my eye. In the words of Tina Fey, when I saw it I thought, "I want to go to there." It looked like an open field on a summer's day, with a creek running through it, like bare feet and cloud watching. Like a warm breeze.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bunker died young (age 29). Maybe that's why I had never seen his paintings before. Maybe because his work is mostly based in Boston, and I had never been there before this month. To learn more about him, I checked out the only book in the DC library system about him, the aforementioned biography that was written in the 1950s. (When the author talks about "the 90s" in the book, &lt;i&gt;he means that 1890s&lt;/i&gt;. Whoa.) All the paintings and pictures are in black and white, which feels blasphemous for a book about an artist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The biography is tiny. Including the index and several pages of paintings/drawings, it clocks in at 81 pages. And it bears repeating: all the pictures in the book are in black and white.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surely Dennis Miller Bunker deserves better than that. I mean, look at the above painting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This book is so much better than the original series. The original series was fun and quick, and the writing....well, it felt like Dan Brown decided to write young adult/children novels and wasn't taking it very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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BUT. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heroes-Olympus-Book-One-Lost/dp/142311339X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Lost Hero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=142311339X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; is so much better. The writing flows. There's more diversity in characters, while keeping to a central theme: no one's quite sure that they belong anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last August, I read a piece from &lt;a href="http://mixedraceamerica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mixed Race America&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;called &lt;a href="http://mixedraceamerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-phrase-half-blood-needs-serious.html"&gt;Why the phrase "half-blood" needs serious interrogation.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;While some of the article is flawed (its clear the author had other stuff going on and hadn't really examined the source material), this was worth noting:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;And according to the Oxford English Dictionary, "half-blood" has at its core the idea that there is both a quantifiable ("half") notion of blood AND a qualifiable (as in hierarchical) idea embedded in the phrase "half-blood":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half-blooded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;a., born of different races;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spec. of superior blood or race by one parent only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;[again, emphasis in bold is mine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;It just makes me cringe to think that these kids are going to these "half-blood" camps and will be referring to themselves as "half-bloods" without understanding the long and painful racial/racist history behind that term AND without understanding how problematic it is to split one's "blood" and the not-so-implicit connotations of blood (and really, wherever you see the word "blood" you should insert the word "race") as purity--of being able to determine which bloodline is better than the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is one of those things that seems like it would be really easy to be ignorant about. Remember when &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4DT3tQqgRM"&gt;HP cameras were racist&lt;/a&gt;? Because no one thought to be like, "Uh, shouldn't we make sure that this works on all people?" Rick Riordan probably didn't have a Native American (or anyone who would have been knowledgeable about it) read the book prior to publication. And that sucks that the world still works that way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, in response to this, he could have been like, um, rounded up all the Native Americans that like his books/help his books, &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5580512/female-employees-of-the-daily-show-speak-out"&gt;like some other people we know&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Knowing how these things usually go ("I didn't do anything wrong/I didn't know/That's just the way the story is/I'm sorry if I offended anyone"), I didn't expect much. So I was surprised to got a mention on page 33 of The Lost Hero:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;"A safe place," Annabeth said. "The&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;safe place for kids like us. Camp Half-Blood."&lt;br /&gt;
"Half-Blood?" Piper was immediately on guard. She hated that word. She'd been called a half-blood too many times - half Cherokee, half white - and it was never a compliment. "Is that some kind of bad joke?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is it good to show that kids who are of mixed-blood/race are awesome, too? Or is this just co-opting an experience while just giving a brief nod to it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I can say is that most of the characters in the first series were white, and in the new series, Piper is Cherokee and Leo is Mexican American (the leader, though, Jason Grace, is white). To have adventures in this new series, you don't have to be white. And it proves that having diverse characters in a series is very compelling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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A short PSA film that proves that the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oqXVx3sBOk"&gt;Coffee + TV video&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was not an anomaly among the Brits; they really like it when blue milks and girl milks fall in love. I mean, its just cute:&lt;br /&gt;
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It feels like I've known about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bumped-Megan-Mccafferty/dp/0061962740?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Bumped by Megan McCafferty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0061962740" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; for ages. In fact, I think right after &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Fifths-Jessica-Darling-Novels/dp/0307346536?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Perfect Fifths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0307346536" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; was released. I was glad that McCafferty was moving away from Jessica Darling, because even though I was &lt;a href="http://obsessionnostalgia.blogspot.com/2009/04/third-and-final-impressions-perfect.html"&gt;happy with the way that Perfect Fifths turned out&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(save for the graphic shower scene!), I was ready for Jessica to be done. Especially after realizing that &lt;a href="http://obsessionnostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-re-read-fourth-comings.html"&gt;I had read Fourth Comings and not remembered it&lt;/a&gt;. Its a bad sign that someone like me (super fan during the first two books) can forget whole books.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway. Knowing that there was a total departure was great for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read &lt;u&gt;Bumped &lt;/u&gt;on Monday, in the Milwaukee airport, and then on the plane. It isn't long; I finished it midway through the flight. While its an enjoyable young adult book, a pretty good way to spend a couple of hours traveling, there were a few flaws.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Spoilers follow! Ye be warned]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Bumped &lt;/u&gt;is about the near future, when 20 somethings and 30 somethings can no longer have children, due to a virus. The virus basically renders most people permanently infertile between 18 and 20 years of age. Society goes from (now) hand wringing about teenage pregnancy to practically forcing it upon these teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;
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The premise of how different segments of the population have coped is told through identical twin sisters, Melody and Harmony, who were separated at birth and raised in hugely different circumstances. Melody's parents have embraced teenage pregnancy, grooming their daughter to be a breeder, scoring her a huge contract. Harmony's parents are hugely religious, grooming their daughter (and all their children) to marry young and have children as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harmony wants to witness to Melody, to take her back to the church and save her soul. Page 75:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;My sister is still chaste. It's not too late to protect that gift of purity, but I need to intervene right now, to tell Lib that I will endure fire raining down from Heaven before I will allow my sister to prostitute herself for procreation and profit. The best investment she can make is in God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Melody hates that Harmony is around. Had a good life going. Has a huge birthing contract, because she's pretty much perfect and will give birth to perfect children. Her parents borrowed against her reproductive power, and now need her to become a breeder. Page 89:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;This strategic reinvestment in my brand, they believed, would up my market value and put me well over the original appraisal. And when the Jayden's bid came in so strong, it looked like I would definitely earn back everything they had borrowed and more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Melody and Harmony take turns telling the story from their points of view. While getting the full spectrum of how society has changed is great, it does have one huge downfall: character development. &lt;u&gt;Bumped&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;is only 318 pages long and has two main characters. Both Melody and Harmony undergo a huge change; Melody decides that she isn't going to be her parents breeder, and Harmony learns that God might not be so formidable as she thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I didn't quite feel the transition the way I thought I was meant to. There was just a lot going on. I didn't feel I knew the characters, and didn't feel like their transformation meant as much as it was supposed to. Especially since there's going to be a sequel. I feel like there could have been a slower transition, more character development, and more time for supporting cast if it had been longer or saved some of the change for next book.&lt;br /&gt;
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The point of the book seemed to be that you have to let teenagers decide their own lives. Which is sort of hard, because they're at that stage between children and adult, and do you really trust teenagers to make the best decision? But forcing pregnancy upon children is serious. (Hell, I believe that forcing pregnancy upon anyone is wrong, but that's another blog post!) Teenagers are tasked with, basically, saving the human race. Forcing them into marriage/birth contracts, though, is the wrong thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will say that some of this book is absolutely inspired. The quote to the first section from the President's State of the Union Address:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;The United States of America once ranked above all industrialized nations in the realm of teen pregnancy. We were the&amp;nbsp;undisputed&amp;nbsp;queens of precocious procreation! We were number one before, and we can be number one again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I also like the egg cover, especially the back cover of the egg beginning to crack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will I read the next one? Yeah, yeah I will. I hope that the characters are fleshed out a little bit more. And I want to meet more quirky people, like Lib. It should be out around this time next year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;When I was writing the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- which hopefully is playing on TBS right now! - I went to a workshop by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rosalind Wiseman as part of my research. Rosalind wrote the nonfiction book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Queen Bees and Wannabes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mean Girls&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;was based on,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;and she conducted a lot of self-esteem and&amp;nbsp;bullying&amp;nbsp;workshops &amp;nbsp;with women and girls around the country. She did this particular exercise in a hotel ballroom in Washington, DC, with about two hundred grown women, asking them to write down the moment when they first "knew they were a woman." Meaning, "When did you first feel like a grown woman and not a little girl?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We wrote down our answers and shared them, first in pairs, then in larger groups. The group of women was racially and economically diverse, but the answers had a very similar theme. Almost everyone first realized they were becoming a grown woman when some dude did something nasty to them. "I was walking home from ballet and a guy in a car yelled, 'Lick me!'" "I was babysitting my younger cousins when a guy drove by and yelled, 'Nice ass.'" There were pretty much zero examples like "I first knew I was a woman when my mother and father took me out to dinner to celebrate my&amp;nbsp;success&amp;nbsp;on the debate team." It was mostly men yelling shit from cars. Are they a patrol sent out to let girls know when they've crossed into puberty? If so, it's working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it, America. I wonder when men first know they are men. Is it the moment that they feel a compulsion to lean out the window of a car, and yell out to a woman, "Suck my dick!" and by the time they realize they had that compulsion, they've already finished yelling it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, yes, Tina Fey also has a street harassment story. What woman doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I've been meaning to read this book and have been putting it off for ages. I think it had something to do with the cover:&lt;br /&gt;
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I know, I know. You can never judge a book by its cover, but headless&amp;nbsp;midriffs&amp;nbsp;just don't appeal to me. Also, its similarity in title to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thirteen-Reasons-Why-Jay-Asher/dp/1595141715?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1595141715" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;also really bothered me. I really &lt;a href="http://obsessionnostalgia.blogspot.com/2009/07/thirteen-reasons-why-by-jay-asher.html"&gt;didn't like&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;and didn't really want to read another frustrating book. So I'm really glad I turned out to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really, really enjoyed it. Its the second book that I've read on the iPad. Its so super easy to read everything on the iPad, really, and I finished the book in one sitting. I definitely recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its a little sly that this particular book is available for free right now. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Last-Little-Blue-Envelope/dp/0061976792?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Last Little Blue Envelope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0061976792" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(which is the sequel) comes out April 26th. I'm pretty excited to read the sequel now, whereas it probably would have been months/years before I picked up either book if it hadn't been available for free.Whoever had the idea of offering the first one for free weeks before the release of the sequel was a genius.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously, having a a huge goal like this is daunting. And reading goals are pretty common for people. (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/2051.50_Books"&gt;See Goodreads group&lt;/a&gt;) Having a plan can work wonders. Like in my original blog post, I had broken down how many books in a month I needed to read (12.5) or in how many days I need to finish a book (approximately 2.4).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, sometimes I get tripped up. Last year, it took me three weeks to read &lt;a href="http://obsessionnostalgia.blogspot.com/2010/04/stephen-kings-it.html"&gt;Stephen King's IT.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had just gotten into a rut, never wanting to pick it up on the way to work....instead vegging out to the iPod.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Be prepared to mess up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I messed up with IT. I really enjoyed it, but got tripped up because it was so long. So I just wouldn't make any progress on it, because I was so frustrated with never making progress on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it happens in other areas too. On a diet? Give up because you blew it? Or, in the habit of exercising a certain amount, and give up when you get sick and can't go, or get busy and can't go, or get lazy and can't go?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happens. Forgive yourself and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
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But how can you prevent stuff like that from happening?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Set an easy goal to accomplish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was having trouble earlier this year with George R. R. Martin's books. They are so long, and I was getting close to be stuck just like I had been stuck on IT. During &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Storm-Swords-Song-Fire-Book/dp/055357342X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;A Storm of Swords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=055357342X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, I became resolved: read at least 100 pages a day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will that make me finish the book in 2.4 days? No, because the book was about 1000 pages long. But it made sure that I kept reading, kept at it. Of course, that can be different for everyone. Finish three chapters, finish at least twenty pages...et cetera. Its like having a saving goal: I will try to save X amount over the course of a year, but in order to achieve that, I need to save $2 a day, or $10 a week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might not seem like a lot at first, but it all builds up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Define your goal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to read 150 books this year. But what does that mean? Can I just go to the local library, read 150 books for 8 year olds, and be done with it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, no. I'm not trying to dupe myself: I mean 150 books that I would read normally in a year. This means a mix of sci fi, fiction and literature, YA novels, and fantasy. I don't want to waste a year just reading easy books: I want to read like I normally would. I've also done a pretty good job this year incorporating non-fiction; I've read four so far this year and last year I only read six total.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm also incorporating books that I re-read, but I don't want my re-read books to reach higher than 10% of the total books I've read. Thus far, the books I have re-read account for 7.5% of the total books read.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. Don't be afraid to give up on a book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Right now, I have a book about settler's first impressions of Illinois in my To Be Read stack. I probably won't read more than a little bit of it. I'll never want to read all of it, and I don't want to spend time &lt;i&gt;forcing &lt;/i&gt;myself to do something I don't want to. If I don't like reading it, I won't want to read it, and I'll stall out on my goals. Giving up a book is no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, you just aren't in the mood for a particular book. I read the first few pages of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Pi-Yann-Martel/dp/0156027321?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0156027321" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and set it right back down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few year later, I picked it up and read it in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been listening to This American Life archives online, each episode, in order of when they aired. Today, I came across the episode "&lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/57/delivery"&gt;Delivery&lt;/a&gt;," tales about delivery people in five acts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was enjoying the episode while doing some data entry when the fifth act, "Faith Shattered" came on. Its about a guy who is simultaneously offended by two companies while trying to get a laptop computer delivered to him. Toward the end of the story, when the guy telling the story and Ira Glass are bantering, I realize....the guy telling the story? He's Stephen Glass. Of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Glass-Hayden-Christensen/dp/B0001907AI?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Shattered Glass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=yesterdaysobs-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0001907AI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; fame. Of&amp;nbsp;exaggerating stories for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Glass_(reporter)"&gt;The New Republic &lt;/a&gt;fame.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chuck Lane told &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/05/07/60minutes/main552819.shtml"&gt;60 Minutes&lt;/a&gt; this about Stephen Glass:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“If it was sunny outside and Steve and I were both standing outside in the sun and Steve came to me and said, ‘It's a sunny day,’ I would immediately go check with two other people to make sure it was a sunny day,” says Lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This, of course, casts the entire This American Life story into doubt. How much of it is true? How much is exaggerated? The story is presented much like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephen Glass is a big believer in the free market. He claimed to have advocated the postal service privatized because of how great Fed Ex was prior to the incidents that follow.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He purchased a Gateway computer and it was late being delivered. He called several times (I think he says 10 times), checking on the status of the shipment.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;On one such call, the customer service rep used a Jewish slur to refer to him as she was hanging up on him. He&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;faxed a complaint to their corporate office.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A higher up in the company eventually apologizes, and offers to donate 10 computers to the Anti-Defamation League. Stephen Glass declines: he &lt;i&gt;hates &lt;/i&gt;the Anti-Defamation League because he claims to love the first amendment and free speech rights so much.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The computer was delivered to his parents home in Chicago. He's in DC at the time, and has it sent Federal Express.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The package is lost or stolen.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stephen Glass claims that an employee of Fed Ex, named Edward Maxwell, tells him that it has been stolen and that he should have sent the computer UPS instead.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Edward Maxwell is fired and later goes to work at UPS.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eventually, Stephen Glass gets a refund. They Fed Ex a check to him overnight. He claims that he asked them to UPS it instead.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did some googling, but there's nothing around the internet about this. Many of Stephen Glass's previous subjects have countered the articles written about them, but googling Stephen Glass with the companies mentioned brings no results. Stephen Glass plus the Anti-Defamation League has no real results. There's no fact check on the &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/"&gt;This American Life&lt;/a&gt; website. Edward Maxwell plus UPS doesn't come up with anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The episode is from before Stephen Glass was outed as an exaggerator, liar, and fantastical storyteller. It looks as though all three of his This American Life appearances were prior to his downfall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question remains: how much of this story can be verified? Did Gateway Computers really offer to donate ten computers to the Anti-Defamation League? Did a man named Edward Maxwell get fired from Fed Ex because he told the truth (that packages with computers are often stolen at Fed Ex) and get a job at UPS? Does Stephen Glass really believe in the free market or free speech?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is this just the story of being lost in customer service hell, but because everyone has a customer service hell story Stephen Glass exaggerated it until it was a story worthy of This American Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Just a small note: I love This American Life and don't mean them any harm. I especially love the type of journalism they've been doing, especially the investigation into a &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/430/very-tough-love"&gt;Drug Court in Georgia&lt;/a&gt;. I donated to them this year.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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