I have been reading some of Jose Rizal’s essays over the weekend, particularly The Indolence of The Filipino. My husband is an avid historian, and one of our favourite conversations of the past seventeen years has been on Philippine history. I frequently get dates and facts wrong, which always makes him scratch his head, so …
I‘m reading two novels at the moment: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, and The Shadow of the Torturer by Gene Wolfe. It’s interesting to be reading these two books at once. One, because of Hemingway’s sparse prose, contrasted against this passage in Wolfe’s novel (written well over half a century later). It begins with: …
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I had a quick chat this morning about re-reading, which is something I’ve found I had less time for in the last few months, with a TBR pile that threatens to topple over me, and more and more options for new reads. A few weeks ago, I made a blog post about prioritizing my time …
An investor bought the property next to us, and because the trailer was old and decrepit, had to move the renter over to another. The property hasn’t been sold yet, so the trailer just sits there, getting older and more decrepit each month. Most people would find it an eyesore. I don’t; I’m fond of …
Something I learned pretty early on in life: the world doesn’t care about your desire to succeed. It really doesn’t. It doesn’t give a fuck about how much you want something, or how hard you’ve worked, or how much you think you deserve that shiny prize. It very rarely gets impressed with what you had …
