In an email advertising hundreds of "white trash sluts" and "welfare moms" under the age of 21 who "may not have class" though they're each possessed of "working pussies and tight asses great for fucking" appears the following message.
as in a personal letter where a father is giving advice to a daughter.
important for writers. Do you end sentences with new
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Am I in a particularly pissy mood or is that whole "which is better--the book or the movie?" question one of the stupidest debates going?
A book can't be "made" into a movie any more than a movie can be written down and called a book. What makes a well written book good are the ways in which it occupies its form. The first fifty... Read More
I do think "better" in this case is totally subjective, and almost always boils down to "which one you experienced first".
Like hearing a really good cover song before you've listened to the original version, it's hard to think that the original one is the "right" one (case in point, the Pixies cover of "Head On").
If you love a book, the movie's almost certainly going to be different, and almost never in a way you'll see as an improvement. And vice versa.
I loved the movie Fight Club, but after hearing how the novel was much better, was very let down when I read the book.
Oh, and even though Our Favorite Six Foot Swede (no, not Leif Erikson) didn't make it, I still made it out to the SGB and had a blast overall. No wife, no drinking, and I kept my pants on, much to the delight of the afterparty attendees.
I had your reaction when, in the later part of high school, friends started photographing their artwork for inclusion in portfolios to be submitted to art schools. Conversations went:
-What are you doing?
-Photographing my paintings.
-Why?
-I need pictures to send to Tyler/MICA/UArts/SVA with my application.
-Are you applying to the photography program?
-No, why?
I think the source of your ire is not that people are actually saying the movie was better than the book, or vice versa, but that the film just wasn't very good in strictly filmic terms, and that's a disappointment when the book was great on literary grounds. The comparison is within the field of films, not books. However, films adapted from books generally aren't very good, and I think you're on to why- scriptwriters try to excise everything that isn't a story, but try to call the script by the same name. It's absurd.
This, of course, doesn't stop hacks from writing books as if they were making a movie. Elmore Leonard, whom I'm only thinking of because I just saw a completely fawning interview with him where his self-congratulatory answers both irked me and piqued my interest, actually writes his novels in the traditional three act structure that scriptwriters use.
I've had several friends who were into prog rock, where concept albums based on written texts are extremely common. It requires endless self-control for me not to throttle them while they tell me about Magma and their albums based on a fictional alien race + language, as if stringing together some sounds and making up a backstory is somehow a replacement for situating a text in a culture, an author, and a reader.
Yes, two consecutive days of journal entries. I'm a machine, folks.
So I come home today after a hard day of slogging dead stock out of the travel section and what do I find but a woman, a beautiful woman, making me dinner! Made me happy, yes it did.
I think I sold poor ol' Alden short yesterday. I was reading more of his stuff... Read More
Sorry to freak you out with the tooth story. Since this mornin'gs trauma, I've successfully eaten (twice!), drank (enough water to drown a really tiny horse, it seems), and brushed my teeth (for all the damned good it's apparantly done me all these years) without discomfort or further gumline mutiny. I've frequently had the tooth nightmares - I wonder how common they are?
I desperately want to not have to deal with this. It seems like the sort of situation to which there is no fun solution.
Happy Wednesday, all. If you've ridden the subways of Toronto in recent years you may recognize the name of the poet I've cited today. His poem "Canadian January Night" appeared on one of those poetry on the way posters that the government put up in buses and subways in the late 90s to make us all proud of the books being printed in this country... Read More
even funnier is the fact that over half the people who come to your journal page likely won't read the poem, either. haha. OH THE WHEEL OF IRONY. it burns, burns, burns.
Two entries in one day! Crazy! How do we do it? VOLUME!
I just bought some groceries and as I was leaving the store, with my bags on a lottery ticket counter while I put on my gloves, the cashier I'd just dealt with called out loudly, "Sir! You've forgotten a bag!" From her frantic demeanour--loud enough to startle me where I stood--and the direction... Read More
Most recently, the girl and I stomped around the local market looking for a lost bag of birth control pills. At midnight. This included going through every basket in the basket drop-bin and peering into the security guard's office to see if he'd found the bag and stashed it away. The local supermarket is both a Whole Foods-style health food store and a regular supermarket that exists on the periphery between a really poor neighborhood with lots of projects and a large Ivy League school, so it's common to see college kids buying tofu and wheatgrass stuck in line behind a woman buying powdered milk with welfare checks. Regardless, I am usually the crazy person, as the girl and I argue endlessly about obscure ingredients to various packaged foods.
Now for a moment of dangerously inflated ego with your good friend dogslife...
You know that thread that's in the SuicideGirls group called "Our members are so great" or "cool" or "swell"? Well, I'll bet you $10 I'm all over that shit!
This has been a moment of dangerously inflated ego. We now return you to our regularly scheduled programming...... Read More
see, but it says "our members are so cool!" as a permatitle, even when we're talking about our periods or the price of really good knitting supplies.
HOWEVER, my "dogslife-amor-eterno" desktop will never fade.
And no moping. You have a hot talented girlfriend, an army of monkey-fans, a rare way with words, a steady job, your health, and your own place sans parents. I'm first in libe to be you, old boy.
It frightens me to consider there's a whole class of people who are smart, funny, have unassailable taste in music and read just enough to be intelligent without coming off bookish, that are divided from me by no more than a degree or two of relation--they're the boyfriends and girlfriends of my own friends--who dress in clothes I wouldn't know where to buy and speak... Read More
As to what our buddy Skryche said about being 'privy' - as in, you are privy to your ways (& means!), my dear, because Thou Are Smart Too.
Yeah, this dude starting attacking my husband & he wound up in my inbox - so I wrote to him "This is My email account. For the future, please wait until your coke down wears off before writing to my husband. XO, EMF" Apparently he had a real problem with my saying that.....hence, the 'skank' attack. My husband shook him down & was apologized to by this nutcase. He refused to apologize to me because "She said I was a coke head!" Sob, sniff sniff. I think I hit a nerve! But...karma is a boomerang. It always comes out in the wash. I'd be happy to send you his Apologia (not apology) - let me know if you need to feel good about yo'self! You too can get fired from every magazine in NYC!
I have a friend who has a balloon phobia. She sees a psychiatrist. They don't reallly know where this fear came from but if she sees them, she screams and hyperventalates. I thought she was lying when she told me about her fear untill we pulled up next to a car that was filled with balloons. She never leaves the house on New Year's Eve.
This is the only balloon story that I know.
Oh, about your journal entry, I believe that everybody feels that way, sometimes, deep down. Chin up, you are not alone...
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all
There was to it. No more than a solemn waking
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I wish I was "less" better at insulting people. It's becoming a curse - I'm offending people left & right recently. I made a grown man blanch last night just by introducing myself. I had never seen such a perfect example of 'blanching' before. He looked terrified & made haste.
Damn, I thought. What is this power I've got? I'm just a simple steel town girl on a Saturday night, looking for the fight of her life......and taking no prisoners. Mebbe that's the problem?
hey dog how are ya? I'm just sitting here with bleach on my head, typing away in other folks journals... gotta keep my mind off the burn of the bleach..... how have you been?
When you walked up to me in your supertall boots, dressed in black like the night on stilts, asking me for a magazine just as The Dead Milkmen's "Punk Rock Girl" came on, that totally made my day. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Bookdork (aka. Bibliodork)
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PS. Please let everyone on SG know I'm not... Read More
