Just because I feel like talking about something different.
I picked up my Nuzlocke briefly last week. I didn't feel like training anymore, so I just tackled the last two Kanto gyms. Blaine was no problem to beat with my Feraligatr. But then I got to Gary's gym. -I lost my Raticate to the pair of trainers that used Trick Room and knocked him out...
And then I lost my Pigeot to Gary.
It had been so long since I lost one of my team. And the losses were probably preventable if I had actually done some more training.
But I've got a couple new Pokémon to train now, which will be a nice change. The problem is that there's no freaking places o train in this game. Ugh. I've unlockled the mountain, but even there doesn't have very high level Pokémon to battle.
So, I guess I could just say that I'm done with the Nuzlocke? I beat all the gyms, and I did beat the first level of the Elite 4. I haven't tackled the final mountain yet. I should probably do that.
I could challenge the second level of the Elite 4 and fight Red... but damn that would be sooo haaard to train a Nuzlocke team for that in this game where there's no decent place to train... especially since I already need to catch my new Articuno and Slugma up with the rest of my team.
I've still got 2 entire boxes of Pokémon to fall back on. Heart Gold/ Soul Silver may suck with leveling up, but there's no danger of running out of Pokémon, that's for sure. (It's hard naming them all)
~*~
Monday, April 28, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Write a little piece of Life
Happy Easter, all!
I've got my very own Easter bunny to snuggle with.
And A relative (my uncle's wife's brother's wife) brought four baby chicks to the Easter party, and they sat in the clover, sunbathing.
I didn't stay very long though, since I'm sick. Bleh. I wasn't very productive today, So I gotta try to focus on homework now...
So, I said that I was trying an experiment as I wrote the blog post about the fire.
It's something I've heard over and over, but as I watched the video of that poet woman I started thinking about it more.
(here's another one)
But the way she goes into such depth about simple events or details fascinated me. I'm not sure why that suddenly caught my attention this time, when I'd seen it done so many other times.
But I want to try to write more things like this.
The fire was a good opportunity (not to say that fire is good). So I'll have to keep my eyes open for other little experiences that I feel I can dive deep into.
Actually... there's something I might be able to do that with. Hopefully I'll be able to share it soon.
I've got my very own Easter bunny to snuggle with.
And A relative (my uncle's wife's brother's wife) brought four baby chicks to the Easter party, and they sat in the clover, sunbathing.
I didn't stay very long though, since I'm sick. Bleh. I wasn't very productive today, So I gotta try to focus on homework now...
So, I said that I was trying an experiment as I wrote the blog post about the fire.
It's something I've heard over and over, but as I watched the video of that poet woman I started thinking about it more.
(here's another one)
But the way she goes into such depth about simple events or details fascinated me. I'm not sure why that suddenly caught my attention this time, when I'd seen it done so many other times.
But I want to try to write more things like this.
The fire was a good opportunity (not to say that fire is good). So I'll have to keep my eyes open for other little experiences that I feel I can dive deep into.
Actually... there's something I might be able to do that with. Hopefully I'll be able to share it soon.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Jade Shackle
I did another picture of Jade/Ginger.
I still kind of skip back and forth between her two names. Poor GingerJade.
I used a reference picture to help me with the pose and the shading.
Ginger doesn't actually have that much hair. It's long, but if it was hanging loose it wouldn't take up nearly as much space.
Anyway, this is a kind of depressed version of Ginger, tied up by the Jadeite bangle that represents her family and responsibilities that no one thinks she can handle.
I've actually started coming up with a new story for her and Arith. But after their original story, I keep feeling like something is missing when Saleera isn't in it.
XP
I still kind of skip back and forth between her two names. Poor GingerJade.
I used a reference picture to help me with the pose and the shading.
Ginger doesn't actually have that much hair. It's long, but if it was hanging loose it wouldn't take up nearly as much space.
Anyway, this is a kind of depressed version of Ginger, tied up by the Jadeite bangle that represents her family and responsibilities that no one thinks she can handle.
I've actually started coming up with a new story for her and Arith. But after their original story, I keep feeling like something is missing when Saleera isn't in it.
XP
Never Seen, Never Will
This is just an entry for an art thing that I thought would be fun to try out.
Basically, the assignment is to artistically portray something that you have never seen in real life, and probably never will see.
I chose a leopard. (Technically it's supposed to be a clouded leopard, but it doesn't have the pattern of a clouded leopard).
Clouded leopards are an important animal for me, but I don't think I'll ever see one, especially in the wild. That goes for many other endangered creatures, whatever their size or color.
So for this assignment, I turned myself into a leopard, an animal that humans have been slowly destroying over the years.
Basically, the assignment is to artistically portray something that you have never seen in real life, and probably never will see.
I chose a leopard. (Technically it's supposed to be a clouded leopard, but it doesn't have the pattern of a clouded leopard).
Clouded leopards are an important animal for me, but I don't think I'll ever see one, especially in the wild. That goes for many other endangered creatures, whatever their size or color.
So for this assignment, I turned myself into a leopard, an animal that humans have been slowly destroying over the years.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Hindsight of Annoyance
I remember a while ago during high school, I wrote a blog post about how much I hated analyzing literature in my english classes. I hated it with a passion, and even had one of my characters go on a rant about it (don't do that in your stories by the way. No reader wants to listen to you complain).
But now I find myself analyzing other stuff I read and watch, and actually find it rather fun sometimes. Now that I'm creating my own stories, it's interesting to notice how things are put together and how they link link to each other, ex.
I'm glad I learned how to do that.
I remember in my last year of high school, we were writing essays about some of what we read, and I heard a girl talking to my teacher about Metamorphosis, where they guy gets turned into a bug. I don't know what she wanted to ask him, but she was explaining how as a bug, he was so much trouble to his family, and that he deserved to die to get out of the way, basically.
I was shocked and said, "But he'd been providing for his family for years! And he wasn't in the way. He was just hiding under the bed, not really using any of their resources or anything."
I realized much later that those english classes taught me how to look in depth at things and find out answers for myself, instead of just blindly accepting whatever was fed to me.
Because people blindly accepting is how society is lead to do awful things. Especially since most people are followers.
So, in hindsight of those "acursed high school english classes," I definitely appreciate what they taught me.
And in hindsight, I also know why I hated them so much. It was because of the stuff that they made us read. I hated 90% of those books. And true, I'm much more tolerant of that kind of stuff now, but I still don't like most of them.
When we had to do analysis in college, I didn't hate the readings. I didn't necessarily love them, but at least I didn't loathe them. That, and the fact that we didn't do too much analysis, meant that college literature analysis didn't bother me at all.
So, for all you high school english teachers out there, if you have students who hate analyzing stuff, give them somethign fun to read or watch, like a cartoon, and get them to analyze that, because that can actually be fun. (I had fun analyzing Star Wars for an assignment. Heheh. Too bad that was our very last english assignment of high school.)
But now I find myself analyzing other stuff I read and watch, and actually find it rather fun sometimes. Now that I'm creating my own stories, it's interesting to notice how things are put together and how they link link to each other, ex.
I'm glad I learned how to do that.
I remember in my last year of high school, we were writing essays about some of what we read, and I heard a girl talking to my teacher about Metamorphosis, where they guy gets turned into a bug. I don't know what she wanted to ask him, but she was explaining how as a bug, he was so much trouble to his family, and that he deserved to die to get out of the way, basically.
I was shocked and said, "But he'd been providing for his family for years! And he wasn't in the way. He was just hiding under the bed, not really using any of their resources or anything."
I realized much later that those english classes taught me how to look in depth at things and find out answers for myself, instead of just blindly accepting whatever was fed to me.
Because people blindly accepting is how society is lead to do awful things. Especially since most people are followers.
So, in hindsight of those "acursed high school english classes," I definitely appreciate what they taught me.
And in hindsight, I also know why I hated them so much. It was because of the stuff that they made us read. I hated 90% of those books. And true, I'm much more tolerant of that kind of stuff now, but I still don't like most of them.
When we had to do analysis in college, I didn't hate the readings. I didn't necessarily love them, but at least I didn't loathe them. That, and the fact that we didn't do too much analysis, meant that college literature analysis didn't bother me at all.
So, for all you high school english teachers out there, if you have students who hate analyzing stuff, give them somethign fun to read or watch, like a cartoon, and get them to analyze that, because that can actually be fun. (I had fun analyzing Star Wars for an assignment. Heheh. Too bad that was our very last english assignment of high school.)
Monday, April 14, 2014
Crumbling Ash
First of all, when I posted that youtube video of the poet, I really wanted to try writing something in that lyrical manner that she was speaking in. I'll use this post as practice.
Yesterday I went to a sort little renaissance fair with Ellen, Nicole, and Nick.
I got to attack people with foam swords. The people in charge of the booth decided that I should have a fighting name - "Slap chop."
These sorts of places are a lot of fun, with peopel walking around as fairies or dragons, both physically and mentally. Everyone's having a good time away from normal life.
Afterwards, it was voted that we go to 7-11 and get slushies.
As I followed Nick's car down the road. Ellen, Nicole and I sang along to the end of Let It Go. My voice trailed off and my eyes immediately locked onto a could-like column rising from a building just ahead of us.
"What is that," I murmured, unheard by the others. With the fast-acting alarm of one whose father was once a firefighter, my mind clicked on the idea, "smoke!" Which I quickly pushed out of my head. Certainly it was nothing more than steam being released from some strange chamber within the walls. But my certainty quickly faded as I saw lines of black laced among the white vapor.
Still trying to persuade myself otherwise, we drew up alongside the building. Steam was seepign from the seams of the building.
It was definitely not steam.
Ahead of us, Nick had noticed the same thing and pulled over at the next corner. I pulled up behind him, directly across the street from the smoking building.
Flames were flickering from the top of the lowest level, like blazing grass sprouting from the rooftop. From the taller areas of the building beyond, smoke was spiraling into the air.
I stepped onto the sidewalk and stared in shock.
Ellen dialed 911, and found that several others had already called in the warning. But the firetrucks had yet to arrive.
A woman hurried past, carrying two puppies in her arms. She said that there were people and animals inside.
Immediately a switch went off in my mind, and a mad desire to rush over there filled me. I don't knnow what I intended to do, but my instincts were shouting at me to do something. It took a lot of will power to keep myself away from the building that was slowly blowing out more and more smoke. I'm guessing that's not a common reaction.
A woman walked past, screaming. Her words were grief-slurred, and incomrehensible. I wondered if there was someone in there that she knew, either human or not.
The distant sound of sirens finally started to wail in response. The firetrucks finally appeared and extended a ladder into the sky.
A couple onlookers muttered information about the building - that it was abandoned, but had homeless peopel living in it.
The wind pushed the smoke down, so that it surrounded us completely with the smell of campfires. It stung my eyes, and I ducked into my car to grab a cloth gorcery bag and press it agains my mouth. My eyes watered, turning the bag damp against my face as I squinted into the smoke.
Still I wanted to go over there and ask if I could help. But they would never allow that.
Flecks of black ash fluttered down from the sky.
A lady pulled up behind my car, blocking most of a lane so she could take pictures of the expanding blaze and darkening smoke. A man swore at us through his car window.
Still transfixed, not wanting to move, my friends said we should probably leave so we weren't in the way. How long had we been there? Fifteen minutes? It felt like no time at all.
In a daze, I climbed into the drivers seat and glanced back once more to see a nearby tree caught up in the blaze. I followed Nick the rest of the way to 7-11.
We pulled up, several blocks down, and ash rained down. I reached out and caught a blackned leaf, crushing it between my fingers and staining them black. Puffs of early cottonwood fluff mixed with drifting debris.
From the picture windows at the front of the convenience store, we had a perfect view of black smoke billowing up behind the mistletoe-strung tree.
We picked out our food and I absently selected a bottle of milk, drinking it as I stared out of the window.
In my head, the desire to go back kept chasing around my head, along with thoughts of how crazy I was for wanting such a foolish thing as running into a burning building that I'd never seen before.
The wind shifted again, turning the air around us hazy with the scent of flame. Above us, smoke stretched across the sky, expanding as it swept across the horizon.
The column of smoke pales, then darkens again as a fickle indicator of the state of the fire.
We all stall, entranced by the distant smoke and fluttering ash. Finally we all convince ouselves that it's tome to go home and leave this day of foam swords and burning buildings behind.
Yesterday I went to a sort little renaissance fair with Ellen, Nicole, and Nick.
I got to attack people with foam swords. The people in charge of the booth decided that I should have a fighting name - "Slap chop."
These sorts of places are a lot of fun, with peopel walking around as fairies or dragons, both physically and mentally. Everyone's having a good time away from normal life.
Afterwards, it was voted that we go to 7-11 and get slushies.
As I followed Nick's car down the road. Ellen, Nicole and I sang along to the end of Let It Go. My voice trailed off and my eyes immediately locked onto a could-like column rising from a building just ahead of us.
"What is that," I murmured, unheard by the others. With the fast-acting alarm of one whose father was once a firefighter, my mind clicked on the idea, "smoke!" Which I quickly pushed out of my head. Certainly it was nothing more than steam being released from some strange chamber within the walls. But my certainty quickly faded as I saw lines of black laced among the white vapor.
Still trying to persuade myself otherwise, we drew up alongside the building. Steam was seepign from the seams of the building.
It was definitely not steam.
Ahead of us, Nick had noticed the same thing and pulled over at the next corner. I pulled up behind him, directly across the street from the smoking building.
Flames were flickering from the top of the lowest level, like blazing grass sprouting from the rooftop. From the taller areas of the building beyond, smoke was spiraling into the air.
I stepped onto the sidewalk and stared in shock.
Ellen dialed 911, and found that several others had already called in the warning. But the firetrucks had yet to arrive.
A woman hurried past, carrying two puppies in her arms. She said that there were people and animals inside.
Immediately a switch went off in my mind, and a mad desire to rush over there filled me. I don't knnow what I intended to do, but my instincts were shouting at me to do something. It took a lot of will power to keep myself away from the building that was slowly blowing out more and more smoke. I'm guessing that's not a common reaction.
A woman walked past, screaming. Her words were grief-slurred, and incomrehensible. I wondered if there was someone in there that she knew, either human or not.
The distant sound of sirens finally started to wail in response. The firetrucks finally appeared and extended a ladder into the sky.
A couple onlookers muttered information about the building - that it was abandoned, but had homeless peopel living in it.
The wind pushed the smoke down, so that it surrounded us completely with the smell of campfires. It stung my eyes, and I ducked into my car to grab a cloth gorcery bag and press it agains my mouth. My eyes watered, turning the bag damp against my face as I squinted into the smoke.
Still I wanted to go over there and ask if I could help. But they would never allow that.
Flecks of black ash fluttered down from the sky.
A lady pulled up behind my car, blocking most of a lane so she could take pictures of the expanding blaze and darkening smoke. A man swore at us through his car window.
Still transfixed, not wanting to move, my friends said we should probably leave so we weren't in the way. How long had we been there? Fifteen minutes? It felt like no time at all.
In a daze, I climbed into the drivers seat and glanced back once more to see a nearby tree caught up in the blaze. I followed Nick the rest of the way to 7-11.
We pulled up, several blocks down, and ash rained down. I reached out and caught a blackned leaf, crushing it between my fingers and staining them black. Puffs of early cottonwood fluff mixed with drifting debris.
From the picture windows at the front of the convenience store, we had a perfect view of black smoke billowing up behind the mistletoe-strung tree.
We picked out our food and I absently selected a bottle of milk, drinking it as I stared out of the window.
In my head, the desire to go back kept chasing around my head, along with thoughts of how crazy I was for wanting such a foolish thing as running into a burning building that I'd never seen before.
The wind shifted again, turning the air around us hazy with the scent of flame. Above us, smoke stretched across the sky, expanding as it swept across the horizon.
The column of smoke pales, then darkens again as a fickle indicator of the state of the fire.
We all stall, entranced by the distant smoke and fluttering ash. Finally we all convince ouselves that it's tome to go home and leave this day of foam swords and burning buildings behind.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Draft In
So, last night I finally turned in my draft proposal, which is basically my entire project for the semester. I feel like the semester will be easier form now on. I'm probably wrong though, because it's just a draft that I turned in. --_--
And I have a different paper due for another class.
But we'll see. I feel like I at least got something important done. ^-^
In other news, I've been watching through a bunch of Ted Talks. There's some really amazing ones.
But this woman is a poet, so it feels like it kinda relates to my blog. ^-^
It would be cool to be able to make speeches like this.
And I have a different paper due for another class.
But we'll see. I feel like I at least got something important done. ^-^
In other news, I've been watching through a bunch of Ted Talks. There's some really amazing ones.
But this woman is a poet, so it feels like it kinda relates to my blog. ^-^
It would be cool to be able to make speeches like this.
Hoops in the Path
Well, I sure chose a pretty strange way to go about a grad program.
I suppose normal people would have just gone and found a creative writing program if they wanted to write a story.
But I had to do things the hard way, and write a story through a science grad program instead of an arts program.
Yeah, I don't think normal people would decide to go through this, since it means I have to jump through a lot of strange hoops.
I'm not doing the normal route for a grad program (which is a research project). I'm doing something called a "plan B project." It involves some extra stuff, to make sure my odd case isn't affecting my ability to learn the usual stuff from a grad program. Or something.
I haven't run into too much of that yet. But I have run into some other strange circumstances.
For example, I've been meeting with teachers a lot to figure out what I'm supposed to do. And they've been talking about me too, trying to figure out what to do with me. Since I'm the first person (at least the first person in a veeerrrry long time) to do the project route.
It took half a year before I could get a serious consideration to do this. My first request was met with "we don't really do that kind of thing, even though the option is technically available."
I think the most frustrating part is a decision they made just before I went to Portland. A methods course is required for this program, and this methods course is specifically geared towards designing a scientific research project. Except I'm not doing one of those. So for the first half of the semester, I was trying to treat my methods as "the process of designing and researching for a book, and also making it 'educational.'" Then they said that I should pretend like I'm going to do a research project, so I can design something for my methods class. I'm not going to do this experiment, but I have to pretend like I'm going to. So I've been trying to design that now, except I didn't take very detailed notes on some of this stuff because I didn't think I needed it (well, I already had almost identical notes from an earlier class). I probably should have taken better notes though. Sigh.
So, yeah. Strange hoops to jump through. I think once I finish my proposal and my methods, it will start to go smoother because then I'll (theoretically) have a lot more time to work on my actual story. I still haven't finished fixing the beginning of it yet, though I did part of it.
I don't regret this strange situation though. I'm glad to be back. I've already taken a bunch of the prerequisites required for the grad program, I already know the place, and the teachers. If I didn't know the teachers well, I probably never would have been allowed to do this, actually.
Before I was officially accepted, one of my old teachers said to me "we'd never turn you away, Tara." Heh. I guess since both my parents are teachers, that helps me get along well with my teachers.
And another thing. The teachers have started meeting about opening these projects up to more people. I don't know if this is true, but I almost feel like I opened a door for the program to get a little bigger.
And just to prove that point, the paragraph before this is where I stopped writing yesterday morning. And yesterday evening during class, my teacher said I was the poster child for a potential new masters of arts program in environmental studies. So, no pressure, right? @__@
The fact that writing my proposal takes time away from writing my actual story makes it seem like this grad program isn't really helping my writing. But I'm sure in the long run, this will help me get further in everything.
So, I gotta keep working! Open up a bunch of stuff for the future so I can do what I love.
Whoo!
I suppose normal people would have just gone and found a creative writing program if they wanted to write a story.
But I had to do things the hard way, and write a story through a science grad program instead of an arts program.
Yeah, I don't think normal people would decide to go through this, since it means I have to jump through a lot of strange hoops.
I'm not doing the normal route for a grad program (which is a research project). I'm doing something called a "plan B project." It involves some extra stuff, to make sure my odd case isn't affecting my ability to learn the usual stuff from a grad program. Or something.
I haven't run into too much of that yet. But I have run into some other strange circumstances.
For example, I've been meeting with teachers a lot to figure out what I'm supposed to do. And they've been talking about me too, trying to figure out what to do with me. Since I'm the first person (at least the first person in a veeerrrry long time) to do the project route.
It took half a year before I could get a serious consideration to do this. My first request was met with "we don't really do that kind of thing, even though the option is technically available."
I think the most frustrating part is a decision they made just before I went to Portland. A methods course is required for this program, and this methods course is specifically geared towards designing a scientific research project. Except I'm not doing one of those. So for the first half of the semester, I was trying to treat my methods as "the process of designing and researching for a book, and also making it 'educational.'" Then they said that I should pretend like I'm going to do a research project, so I can design something for my methods class. I'm not going to do this experiment, but I have to pretend like I'm going to. So I've been trying to design that now, except I didn't take very detailed notes on some of this stuff because I didn't think I needed it (well, I already had almost identical notes from an earlier class). I probably should have taken better notes though. Sigh.
So, yeah. Strange hoops to jump through. I think once I finish my proposal and my methods, it will start to go smoother because then I'll (theoretically) have a lot more time to work on my actual story. I still haven't finished fixing the beginning of it yet, though I did part of it.
I don't regret this strange situation though. I'm glad to be back. I've already taken a bunch of the prerequisites required for the grad program, I already know the place, and the teachers. If I didn't know the teachers well, I probably never would have been allowed to do this, actually.
Before I was officially accepted, one of my old teachers said to me "we'd never turn you away, Tara." Heh. I guess since both my parents are teachers, that helps me get along well with my teachers.
And another thing. The teachers have started meeting about opening these projects up to more people. I don't know if this is true, but I almost feel like I opened a door for the program to get a little bigger.
And just to prove that point, the paragraph before this is where I stopped writing yesterday morning. And yesterday evening during class, my teacher said I was the poster child for a potential new masters of arts program in environmental studies. So, no pressure, right? @__@
The fact that writing my proposal takes time away from writing my actual story makes it seem like this grad program isn't really helping my writing. But I'm sure in the long run, this will help me get further in everything.
So, I gotta keep working! Open up a bunch of stuff for the future so I can do what I love.
Whoo!
Monday, April 7, 2014
Fake Endings
So, recently there were a couple books I mentioned on the blog. In both of these, I mentioned that the endings were not what I expected, and how nice that was.
And then yesterday I discovered that both of those books had sequels.
So the endings I liked weren't really endings at all.
@__@
It's dumb, but I'm a bit torn about that. On one hand, the endings were done so nicely. But on the other hand, I'll get to read more. And maybe there will be some awesome stuff in those books.
And then yesterday I discovered that both of those books had sequels.
So the endings I liked weren't really endings at all.
@__@
It's dumb, but I'm a bit torn about that. On one hand, the endings were done so nicely. But on the other hand, I'll get to read more. And maybe there will be some awesome stuff in those books.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Photo Fashmob
This is for an awesome artist on DA.
Hontor is doing a flashmob for his Etsy account.
I thought I'd contribute a photo.
Thanks!
Hontor is doing a flashmob for his Etsy account.
I thought I'd contribute a photo.
Thanks!
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Everyone's Pretty
Still been going through quite a few books. I still have a lot left to get through though. Sigh. Probably because I was stupid and got some more at the used bookstore. I'm addicted to used bookstores...
But I just read a book that I liked a lot. I thought I'd talk about some of the books I've been reading. The more interesting ones, at least.
Now that I'm looking at my list, there haven't really been that many worth talking about... sigh.
Some more books for school, which have environmental themes. Most of them weren't really worth mentioning.
I read (listened to on CD, actually) Little Women. I liked that book.
Another one I listened to is called Flight Behavior. This is an environmental-themed book, so I guess it counts as homework. I had to read a book from this author in high school. I didn't like it. I suppose I am a lot more tolerant of books now, because I didn't find this one bad. There were parts I liked, but it's not a style I'm really into, I guess. It's definitely well written though. Anyway, this one is about monarch butterflies, and how they changed a woman's life.
I started reading a series by Garth Nix called the Seventh Tower. The books are pretty short, so it looks like it will go by fast. I just finished the second book. It's pretty interesting, but I don't have any real strong opinions on it yet. I'll see what happens when I get further.
There was a book called The World Without Us, which was a research book for my thesis story. It's basically a bunch of theories about what would happen to the earth if all human beings suddenly disappeared. There was some interesting stuff in it. Most of it wasn't helpful to me. Heh.
Yeah, I'll just skip ahead to the one that I really liked. It's a book called Uglies. It takes place far in the future, long after normal society has collapsed (Actually, it collapsed in a way very much like the story I'm working on for my thesis). Now humans live in separated cities, and when everyone turns 16 they get an operation that turns them beautiful. That way no one will get into fights depending on what people look like. Except that's not all the operation does, though no one knows it. One of the things I liked about this book was that the ending wasn't what I expected. Yaay for not being totally predictable~ It leaves a lot of questions so it feels like they could do another book to resolve a lot of stuff. But they don't need to either.
Of course, there are still plenty of things that are predictable that I enjoy, but it's nice not to be able to predict everything. ^-^
And right now I'm reading Miyazaki's book, Starting Point. So far, it's mainly a collection of essays he's written, or talks he's given or such. Not all of them are interesting, but there are definitely parts that I do find fascinating. And even some pieces of the book tht I can use in my big literature review for my thesis project. So it's also homework. Yaay~
Ellen, you should read this book. It's got a lot of stuff about animation.
And I recommend Uglies!
But I just read a book that I liked a lot. I thought I'd talk about some of the books I've been reading. The more interesting ones, at least.
Now that I'm looking at my list, there haven't really been that many worth talking about... sigh.
Some more books for school, which have environmental themes. Most of them weren't really worth mentioning.
I read (listened to on CD, actually) Little Women. I liked that book.
Another one I listened to is called Flight Behavior. This is an environmental-themed book, so I guess it counts as homework. I had to read a book from this author in high school. I didn't like it. I suppose I am a lot more tolerant of books now, because I didn't find this one bad. There were parts I liked, but it's not a style I'm really into, I guess. It's definitely well written though. Anyway, this one is about monarch butterflies, and how they changed a woman's life.
I started reading a series by Garth Nix called the Seventh Tower. The books are pretty short, so it looks like it will go by fast. I just finished the second book. It's pretty interesting, but I don't have any real strong opinions on it yet. I'll see what happens when I get further.
There was a book called The World Without Us, which was a research book for my thesis story. It's basically a bunch of theories about what would happen to the earth if all human beings suddenly disappeared. There was some interesting stuff in it. Most of it wasn't helpful to me. Heh.
Yeah, I'll just skip ahead to the one that I really liked. It's a book called Uglies. It takes place far in the future, long after normal society has collapsed (Actually, it collapsed in a way very much like the story I'm working on for my thesis). Now humans live in separated cities, and when everyone turns 16 they get an operation that turns them beautiful. That way no one will get into fights depending on what people look like. Except that's not all the operation does, though no one knows it. One of the things I liked about this book was that the ending wasn't what I expected. Yaay for not being totally predictable~ It leaves a lot of questions so it feels like they could do another book to resolve a lot of stuff. But they don't need to either.
Of course, there are still plenty of things that are predictable that I enjoy, but it's nice not to be able to predict everything. ^-^
And right now I'm reading Miyazaki's book, Starting Point. So far, it's mainly a collection of essays he's written, or talks he's given or such. Not all of them are interesting, but there are definitely parts that I do find fascinating. And even some pieces of the book tht I can use in my big literature review for my thesis project. So it's also homework. Yaay~
Ellen, you should read this book. It's got a lot of stuff about animation.
And I recommend Uglies!
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