Posts for category ‘random’

Or: In which I post a random series of links and thoughts, many recycled from my Twitter activity of the past week. Or: In which I provide you with some good reading and viewing to keep you busy until I get back from San Francisco next week and can write a real post again.

- I finally watched Happy-Go-Lucky and loved it. Mike Leigh has such a distinct point of view as a filmmaker, and truly understands the power of comedy. Laughter is a razor-sharp tool in his hands. If you’re a Netflix subscriber, this one is available as a watch instantly.

- Speaking of a distinct point of view, if you feel like every realistic YA novel you pick up sounds the same and you’re tired of it, read Bennett Madison’s The Blonde of the Joke.  It reminded me somehow of The Virgin Suicides, though it’s been so many years since I read that book I can’t say exactly why.

- And speaking of the deadly knife-edge of humor, Jon Stewart needs a special Emmy for these eight-plus minutes that amount to a TKO of Glenn Beck.

- A.O. Scott has an article in the Sunday Times about children’s movies, mostly, but really all of his (very insightful) observations apply to YA and kid books as well (and the contrast between them and entertainment for adults). Among other things, he writes:

Sometimes we make too much of the division between generations, which is after all not a gap but a continuum. Every adult is a former child, just as every child is an incipient adult, and at their best, children’s film and literature (which of course are almost never made by children themselves) is an attempt to communicate across this distance. Young viewers may see a premonition of what lies ahead as well as a sympathetic rendering of what they already know, whereas adults may find pleasure in recalling old hurts and relief that they are not at the mercy of them.

- Of all the public radio podcasts I download week after week, the one that most often moves me intellectually, and emotionally, is To the Best Of Our Knowledge. The current episode on war and the theme “Esprit de Corps” is particularly moving and relevant to the news of the week.

- As a writer and reader of the “small” and “domestic,” I give Lizzie Skurnick a big, fat thank you for her response to the now-infamous woman-free Publishers Weekly Top Ten of 2009.

- In case you missed the news, my brilliant agent is moving to L.A. to open up a West Coast office for Dystel & Goderich Literary Management. I am very excited about this for business reasons, and selfishly happy that Michael will be 1500 miles closer.

There you go. One link for each day until I’ll be back to write a legit post. Yes, I know some of you are eagerly awaiting my What I Love About Boredom and Loneliness post, and yes, perhaps I’m stalling. Until then!

Yes, I’m finally doing the 25 things about me, against my better judgment. Emily Wing Smith inspired me. A lot of this stuff, you already know, but I will try to dig deep for new stuff. (Maybe I should put some of this stuff in the Rand-O-Sara, too, since I haven’t added to that lately.)

1. I love conspiracy theories – especially the ones that aren’t really about anything that important. For instance: the real origin of Suri Cruise, Elvis/Amelia Earhart/DB Cooper didn’t really die, we didn’t really land on the moon, etc.

2. The other day I mentioned on my Facebook status how much I loved Tori Spelling’s memoir, sTori Telling. A whole bunch of people thought I was kidding. No! I really loved it! I love pop culture. And if you don’t know that about me, then you don’t really know me at all.

3. I love breakfast, especially going out for breakfast. Even at home, though, I always eat a hearty one. Outside of breakfast meats, I’m practically a vegetarian, but I could never really give up bacon.

4. I’ve never been off the continent. I mean, I’ve been to Alaska and Hawaii, but I don’t count those.

5. As most of you know, I don’t have kids. This is not because I’m unable to (as far as I know), but because neither my husband nor I want to. As far as we know. Even in 2009, this is apparently a rare position to take. Especially where I live in Utah, and also especially among fellow followers of Judeo-Christian-based faiths. There seems to be a belief in a mandate to pro-create. I figure if God so urgently wants us to have kids, he’ll let us know.

6. I never really liked beer until I moved to Utah and discovered microbrews for the first time. Which is kind of ironic, since Utah is known for its crazy liquor laws and mostly non-drinking population. But we have some wonderful breweries here! My favorites are Squatters and Wasatch and Desert Edge.

7. Still, I don’t drink much, because I’ve got alcoholism and depression on both sides of my family, and though I don’t have a problem drinking moderately, I do struggle with depression off and on—biology and experience say the two don’t mix all that well.

8. Readers of this blog might get the impression that I have a rock solid Christian faith. While I do go to church nearly every week, teach Sunday school, go to small groups, and sing in the choir, most of the time I’m at least conflicted and sometimes I’m more than conflicted, I’m disgruntled and confused and kind of angry. But I always believe. Which makes it all a little difficult.

9. Other things I’m sometimes conflicted about: living in Utah, marriage (hi honey, I love you!), being a writer, whether I want peanut butter or eggs on my toast any given morning, if I prefer my nails polished or natural, if I should have a bunionectomy or leave well enough alone, if I should get cable again, if we should keep the couch, if our next car should be all-wheel drive. Et cetera.

10. I get migraines. Once-a-month guaranteed because of hormones, and also usually when I fly, or my sleep pattern gets messed up, or I wait too long between meals, or don’t drink enough water. My new favorite drug for these is Axert.

11. I didn’t “always know” I wanted to be a writer. And sometimes I think I won’t always be one. I’m always reluctant to say that because it feels like a betrayal of what A Writer is supposed to be/feel.

12. I’ve seriously thought about going back to school to become a registered dietitian. I love food and after using my own body as an experiment for a decade, am amazed at food’s power to cure a lot of what ills you—physically and psychologically. I also have a lot of empathy and sympathy for people who struggle with weight and eating disorders. And it seems like the need for RD’s will only continue to grow. So, for real, I might do it. I’ve always thought it would be smart to invest writing income back into myself for future options.

13. I have an eating disorder, and am a recovering dieter. Before I open my dietitian practice and start charging, here’s a free tip and the best tip: stop dieting. Once I committed to stop measuring, weighing, judging, and restricting, I saw an immediate improvement in health and happiness and self-esteem. If you want to know more, Google “size acceptance,” read In Defense of Food, and read Intuitive Eating.

14. I’m not a very good housekeeper. I mean, we don’t live in filth or anything, but cleaning is boring and hard. I’ve thought about paying someone, but that seems so bourgeois. Some of my friends have cleaners come in, but all of them are working mothers so it seems justifiable. I feel like I have no justification.

15. Now that I (mostly) don’t binge on food, I still sometimes binge on other things that aren’t good for me: celebrity gossip, shopping, The Sims.

16. For me, the hardest thing in life is balance. Work/relaxation, alone time/social time, faith/doubt, moderation/indulgence, family/friends, self/spouse, healthy self-love/ego, healthy self-assessment/guilt.

17. I’m the world’s pickiest reader, and I’m also slow. Basically, I am a reluctant reader, and that seems somehow shameful for a writer to say.

18. I hate goodbyes and I hate the end of things. If we’re friends, don’t ever go away without saying goodbye. That’s the only thing I can’t handle. I have abandonment issues.

19. When it comes to other people, I am a weird mix of trust and mistrust. Sometimes I give loyalty too easily, but on the other hand have trouble trusting the people who have proven that they’ll be there for me no matter what. I’m a good listener and supporter, but not great at asking to be supported or listened to. [See #18, abandonment issues.]

20. Though I lived in San Francisco until age 30, Salt Lake is where I feel I grew up and have made my best friends. As much as I’m sometimes clawing my eyes out to escape here, it would be so hard to leave.

21. Things I want to accomplish over the next 5 years: go to Europe, sell a screenplay, acquire a cat, read one of those giant classics I’ve been avoiding (like War & Peace or Moby Dick), act in a play again.

22. I was in a bunch of school plays, and several community/little theater productions when we lived in SF. I met my husband doing community theater! Once my writing took off, I got away from theater and acting.

23. I’m a closet poet, and a bad one.

24. I am highly suspicious of good news, and not good at celebrating. I’ve been trying to change that, but it’s hard!

25. I love you, I mean it. I feel a real connection to my blog readers and online community, but not in a sick, sad way (i.e. I have an offline life, too). Kisses!

Before I get to the links: in prepping my UCTE talk I went back and read through a bunch of reader mail (the conference topic is ‘connections’ – I’m interested in the reader/writer interaction on the page and off of it) and I have to say I am the luckiest girl in the world because I have the best fans! I love you all. You have no idea. Okay:

Mette Ivie Harrison has been blogging this week about writery stuff. I especially like the ten best things and ten mistakes she’s done/made as a writer. 

In an interview at Cynsations, Justine Larbalestier reveals the best solution ever to the problem of being overwhelmed by household duties when your whole household is under deadline. I would like to move us into a hotel during the two weeks leading up to G.’s opening night (which comes at least twice a year).

If you’ve been thinking about YA for Obama but have not joined in the discussion, now is a good time. There are prizes to be had and a difference to be made.

I’m very much enjoying the song that iTunes party shuffle is playing right this second: Frog Holler’s One Last Time. Party shuffle! (Note: I have never actually used this feature at a party. Probably because I don’t have parties. And also if I did the party would have to be in the 2×3 space in our house that holds the computer. Where would we put the chips and dip?)

Almost done with the Kathleen Norris. I think it is the best nonfiction book I have read in years. Here’s an extended interview with her at Sojourners online.

Public Service Announcement: I’m no expert when it comes to grammar, and I’m fairly certain this very blog post has style errors. But I do feel pretty confident about my its and my it’s. More and more I am seeing misuse of its and it’s, from church bulletins to web sites and blog posts and Twitter updates to print advertising to T-shirts. I know the rule doesn’t seem to make logical sense, but once you take a few minutes to learn it you will never forget. If you like knowing how to use their/they’re and then/than, and you mock those afflicted with Random capitalization Disorder, and you take pride in knowing your former from your latter, you should take the time to learn its/it’s, thereby completing your general correctness about most things. Lately this all feels a little “save the spotted owl”ish, because it seems that many people who care about other language issues don’t care about the difference between its and it’s, and if this goes on we might one day see them both as accepted usage. And, I have to admit, that bothers me. (In the interest of staying humble, here are some words I can never spell correctly unless I look them up: privilege, occur, occasion, desperately. There are lots more. I am also shaky on split infinitives. And I love to start sentences with “and” or “but,” as you may have noticed.)

Don’t forget about the Utah Humanities Book Festival!