resophnotes.exe

well, my life as it was previously known on the computer has been changed monumentally by this app, because it makes perfect sense that apps as they are on portable interfaces should be retrocoded for real computers. not that i do anything on my computer that i couldn't do on my phone, except for using a keyboard, which incidentally does not have inherent predictive-text abilities, for which something has probably already been developed in the interest of speed though not necessarily the typing skills of the general population. basically what i am saying is that auto-save is the answer to my incipient short-term memory problems for which i suspect the internet is to blame.

therefore, some notes:

- i watched the 2nd season of 'united states of tara' and 50% of my thoughts were unwillingly taken up by the fascinating depth of toni collette's eye sockets. 25% went towards the utter boringness of the titular personality, and the remainder to the kate and marshall snark which saved the entire show.

- i quit my shitty job and am looking forward to 5 weeks of holiday. two thirds of that statement are partially untrue.

- someone drove into 'my' car last week and it is currently being fixed, i may go crazy if we don't get it back soon

- my creativity has been snuffed over the years by the striving for academic excellence with which i am still somewhat stuck. why else would i be planning to read and summarise 'dentistry for the child and adolescent' in the next 5 weeks. hopefully in approximately 4-5 years this will be out of my system. in any case i am currently blaming the academic system, from high school up. and therefore i am fully aware of the irony of taking on a weird 'writing' job in order to force myself to be 'creative', when the job consists of creating material with which others teach high school students how to give the system what it wants, in order to get into med school. and then here i am blogging to avoid 'working'.

- '"I love rutabaga," Gary said inconceivably.'
by which that sentence encapsulates the frustration inherent in re-reading 'the corrections' and identifying with everyone. i am unspeakably excited about reading 'freedom' which has been given a critical reception in print and online media like none other that i can remember.

- also read xlvii. taking pictures, anne enright
which i have mostly forgotten, they were short stories mostly about women and then mostly about their relationships with others, mostly men

- 'we are very rare, and we are mostly men'
i recently re-watched girl, interrupted which was a definitive movie for me, and not unexpectedly but still a little sadly it was a lot more melodramatic than i remembered. anyway it was still good, kinda mostly

- i saw xxvi. salt
and xxvii. date night
neither of which i care to go into much, except that angelina replaced tom cruise whose dental midlines are extremely non-coincident and who i don't want to google image search to find out in exactly which direction they are skewed

- robyn!! i've had 'hang with me' on repeat for like 4 days. i guess i appreciate the distinct lack or at least undetectable presence of auto-tune.

- watermelon brain

i mean who comes up with this shit? i am jealous of that person.

not material things

19xliii. shantaram, gregory david roberts
this book is around 900 pages and took me since approximately May to read, mainly because of its poor portability. i will admit also that it didn't make very good bedtime reading because i'd get sucked in and then get inadequate sleep. i think the reason for so many pages is that there are so many words used to describe something or a conversation, just a lot of writing to get through. but i would qualify it as good writing about india, which doesn't happen easily.

22ii. wicked, capitol theatre sydney
a little backstory, my sister loves wicked. she went to see it with her friends a few months ago and since then hasn't stopped singing (slight exaggeration). so since i missed out on seeing the show with Team Ice Cream she has been trying to get me to go before it ends in september. anyway turns out there is a lottery before every show for $30 front row tickets! which we won yesterday, for the saturday matinee. no on in my family ever wins anything lottery-related except for my dad, and sure enough he won it for us.
so it was a great show! our fears of only seeing legs or up-costume were unfounded.

hmm so this 101 list is pretty much the only reason why i blog... except for this one:

i should just start a watermelon-themed tumblr.

watermelons and books

is my subconsious wishing it were summer?

xlii. my latest grievance, elinor lipman

this was pretty good mostly because i am a sucker for books about routine during childhood and/or school life particularly in dorms or other regimented residences. however the instigator of melodrama is someone who i would hate and i was annoyed that she took up so much time, well really she took up the whole book. why not have a cool quirky sidekick? i like those.

books i have read recently:
xxxix. everything ravaged, everything burned, wells tower
such an awesome name. pretty awesome book, short stories all written in a modern 'violent' style but mostly visceral. mostly about men. some choice cuts:
'a baby pigeon stolen from its nest, mauled... looked like a half-cooked eraser with dreams of someday becoming a prostitute.'
'the moose tried to struggle upright but fell again. the effect was of a very old person trying to pitch a heavy tent.'
'the news sent him into his familiar tic, a trembling reverse yawn... the movement of his jaw behind his closed lips lent an illusion that he lacked a full set of teeth.'
'"need to go pull something out of a horse's pussy."
"what kind of a thing?" Bob asked.
"a baby horse, i hope."'
i mean COME ON.

xl. on beauty, zadie smith
ok i suppose, i almost expected more though.

xli. the end of the world, paddy o'reilly
i got it for a dollar and was pleasantly surprised, for the most part. mostly about women.

continuing with the vague non-theme, here is a baby in a watermelon.

omg ev