It’s been awhile since I last posted here, so I thought I’d better do so before I dropped it completely. It may not be something that is in any way an important part of my life…although perhaps I’m not giving it enough credit, because I care enough to continue…but it is an outlet, and depending on how comfortable I get, eventually, it may be an important outlet.

I thought I might try to sell my old textbooks on I’ve mentioned the idea to several people, and usually I get the response that it’s okay (“okay” is spelled out, according to me–the etymology isn’t known anyway, so I may as well. So there), but as English majors, it’s a responsibility to keep all those anthologies.  For the poems you know.  But here’s a secret.  I never, ever look at them. Ever.  If I really want to look up a poem, I tend to go online.  I just prefer it.

Also, one of them I got on accident and couldn’t return.  In some cases I will keep the occasional anthology, but not seven or ten of them; I simply don’t need that many.  And I may not go into a proper “English” career anyway, or one where they could even conceivable come in useful, or more useful than Google. I’m a fan of Google, not so much Yahoo!. (Is the exclamation mark included?).  There may be more on that later.  Without these anthologies, I still have enough books to hold down the bookcases, so the only thing the do is gather dust.  The poor things are probably suffering from an existential crisis.  Books should be read, even once, and I don’t think I even read them in the first place.  (An unfortunate fact–many teachers seem to like assigning books that may only have one reading in, and then not assign that reading. Tear.) I have no attachment.  Others seem to, and it works for them.  But I’ll be different!  Right?  Uniqueness is good, most English majors seem inclined to keep there anthologies; I’ll be different and give mine away.

I can’t see where my blinker is. Blinker? The little cursor thing that’s supposed to tell me where I’m writing? It’s not there, and I’m slowly going nuts.  There might be confusion later in this post. Don’t blame me. It’s the blinker.

I posted one my books.  I almost feel bad admitting it was not an anthology after that.  It’s a history textbook, one I actually rather liked. But I seriously doubt it will be looked at either.  There is now another Latin America textbook on sale at Amazon (or there should be) and I’m still not entirely sure what this means for me, other than it must be shipped two days after I get the order. Should there be one. The only problem is that I don’t have any rating there so I don’t know if anyone would buy it should they see it, or want it.  The book is only one edition behind, maybe that’s a good thing.

Editions in textbooks ought to be banned.  Okay, not banned, especially since the textbook about is modern Latin America focused. Extra chapters are necessary.  Sometimes information ought to be changed.  But for literature and math (and likely many other subjects) books, a new edition is not needed every dang year.  It’s absurd, especially when the price goes up from one edition to the next. And don’t show me those silly little graphs that “prove” that all that money goes somewhere important, and really isn’t that overpriced, in fact it’s only just enough to live in–not even that! I don’t believe it.  Everyone knows what Benjamin Disraeli may have said on that subject.*

Back to amazon.  I’m a fan of Amazon, too.  Not so much the seller aspect, ’cause I just posted, and don’t exactly know what’s going on (I read the legal stuff…maybe that’s my problem). But I very much like the Wish List part.  Not so much because I expect anyone to get me anything off there, or even look at it.  I put everything on my wish list. Every time I find something interesting, I click that button.  Not that I would object to anyone getting me something from my wish list, but I wouldn’t want them to take it seriously.  For instance, I have a few $100 textbooks on there.  Just because they sounded interesting (though they probably aren’t). There are a few things that I really would like: a book about Terry Pratchett and a dvd about Sherlock Holmes made in the ’70s–oh and a collection of the Sherlock Holmes series with Jeremy Brett.  The first is over $300, the second is just under $100 (though I think the price has gone down a little, actually) and the last is over $200 (unless it’s at Costco for $149).  Those are actually “wishes,” although the series I may get whenever I may someday afford it.

So who wants to read this much about amazon?  I got ahead of myself again. (The blinker reappeared.) The end.  I don’t want to spend more than half an hour talking about amazon.  I’d hate to be weird. Well–not totally nuts anyway–half an hour is enough to make me weird–but that’s okay, I think it’s like “unique.”

*”There are lies, damned lies and statistics.” It could have been good old Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens, too.  Depends on who you ask, I think. Like statistics.

P.S. The reason these posts get so long is because my mind is very good at association, and all those ‘links’ sound like good ideas.  So I discuss them. …beware

Mood Rings

Currently I’m wearing three. Two on my right hand, ring and thumb, and one one my left, pinkie.  They’re all the same color, so at least I can say they’re consistantly made, or something.  Although the two on the right do have a slight shade, that’s because of the type of ring: they’re both bands, with the ‘mood’ part all along, and the left ring is a dolphin and the ‘mood’ is set like a stone.

Are there technical terms for that part?  I suppose I could look it up.

I won’t though, and I hope that doesn’t disappoint anyone, but if you’re online already you may as well google it since I’m feeling too lazy to do so.

I used to think that my mood rings turned purple, and it irriated me that they did because the little cards that came with them never included purple as part of the mood spectrum.  Although I think I found one (from a display in a store, I think) that said purple meant a creative mood.  Whatever that means.  But it’s more likely that I just like to be more specific about my color spectrum than the makers of these cards.  What I would call a deep purple is probably what they would consider a dark blue.  Which purpe really is, it’s just dark blue on the red side really.  If there were more red in the blue it would likely be closer to maroon.

Anyway, dark blue was included on all the cards, and it means very happy/content, at least as far as I recall.  Right now all the rings show dark blue (although the bands, I must insist, are more on the shade of purple, but lets move on.)  So this means one of many things.

One, that currently I’m very happy/content.  I can’t really argue with that.  Excepting the times when I’m hysterical (usually over things that really aren’t that bad) I’m usually in a mood that the rings would register as dark blue or very happy/content.  I personally, would likely have to classify it as delusional–I really should be more concerned over the non-state of my life right now, when I need to find a job, a roommate, and all my classes for next semester.

So the other explanation (by many, I meant two) is that I have a fairly high body temperature (or low, whichever mood rings are supposed to register).  Also, perhaps this indicates why I use so many parethesis to set off my parenthetical comments? But anyway, I also had a little card that was supposed to be a stress measure.  You held your thumb on it, and like mood rings, it changed color, but instead of your mood, it was supposed to measure the level of your stress…beware if it stayed black.  That meant you should have done your homework a long time ago, and now you’re a total loss.  Anyway, I always registered as dark blue there too, which meant calm/relaxed.

Not that far off from very happy/content really. Again, either I’m in a good place most of the time (or delusional) or I’m doing well at keeping a consistant body temperature.

And really, as a side note relating to the differentation of very happy/contend.  That always confused me as a kid because contentment is much calmer emotion than very happy, or so I thought.  But really, now I have to say that true happiness is probably more like contentment that what I used to think, as most people think, of as ‘happy’. What most people now call happiness could really better be called ecstasy (not to be confused with the drug) or joy.

How sad is it that such a wonderful word as “ecstasy,” and it’s meaning, had to be corrupted by people who can’t use the chemicals they were born with to make them ‘happy’.

Virtual Reality

Is there anything better than watching Murder She Wrote episodes and reading the oldest Hardy Boys books?

Well, yes, lots of things.  I’m not that bad.

But on Murder She Wrote, occasionally there are episodes that turn on the latest technology–computers!  I think there’s even one with a plot all about “virtual reality.” Of the time.  They are hilarious.  Yes, this is something that one can notice in any old movie or show (or book), but for some reason I find it particularly amusing about Murder She Wrote.  Maybe it’s because Jessica Fletcher (the “She” if you don’t know, which would make me sad) is already an older widow who wears patterned occasion sweaters who writes mysteries and solves them all in one. I think she even switches from using a typewriter to a computer somewhere in the middle of the series.

But anyway, I just like how technology is presented in kids books or shows for the more “mature” demographic.  In the original Hardy Boys series (before the bright blue shiny covers) Frank and Joe actually end up hitchhiking either to or from New York.  And washing dishes at a diner to pay for their meal as arrangement before they ever had the food.  Now, maybe their are places where one can still do that, I’m a naive, sheltered girl, so I just wouldn’t know how.  And it is at least, more likely to be marginally safer for guys (who are big and armed {for protection only of course}) to be able to get away with hitchhiking, but overall, when I read that I was just shocked.  It was just so different from my experience.

Although, I did like the old books for another reason.  The Hardy Boys weren’t always so good at their detecting.  In the original series, I remember a scene where they actually end up locked in a basement or shed by the bad guys and had to be let out by their Aunt Gertrude.  See that’s what kids need to read nowdays…be proactive, but until you have real life skills, it’s best to have someone you can depend on to rescue you.

It’s like my mom used to tell us growing up: you raise a child to adulthood, in otherwords, the entire goal of raising children is to get them out of the house.

Sort of sounds cold in today’s culture.  After all, shouldn’t children be supported and nutured and cared and protected for their happiness?  Well, yes, to a point, but think about it.  Children grow up.  They, before too long, really, become adults.  As my sociology teacher ended up mentioning in class for whatever reason, when you have an infant you respond to their cries immediately. Once they hit three or four months, however, you’re supposed to let them cry for a few minutes before you pick them up, and as they grow older you wait longer, until they are able to understand that they have to wait, and they do understand that.  That’s the point.

The problem with the way parents today parent, they are protecting their kids too much.  Their kids aren’t being taught, essentially, that life sucks.  And by sucks, I mean, does not always go your way.  Which kind of sucks really.  It would make things much easier on me if everything went the way I wanted it to go, but fortunately, I don’t actually expect it.

Well, this post started as a semi-humorous look about older technology from our perspective, and I think I wanted to talk about how the future would see our technology, but apparently it’s kind of become a rant on parenting.  Interesting.