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Notable Quotables

Thursday, October 25th, 2012 by Dawn Summers

Two bad books in a row… I fear this may be the consequence of overdoing any thing. Anyway, this book is a chronicle of say… the 50 Shades of Grey author in Elizabeth Taylor’s day… a successful, but terrible author. But in apeing bad writing, the author kind of ends up with bad writing. Shrugs.

Excerpts from Angel by Elizabeth Taylor:

“She was bound to fall in love some time or other, he thought. But I hope no harm comes of it. He could not imagine any brightness or ease ahead of her. Her sternness, the rigorousness of her working days, her pursuit of fame, had made her inflexible: she was eccentric, implacable, self-absorbed. Love, which calls for compliance, resilience, lavishness, would be a shock to her spirit, an upset to the rhythm of her days. She would never achieve it, he was sure.”

“A holiday wouldn’t do any good, or make any difference. I should have to take myself with me.”

“I really haven’t a friend, I suppose, he thought, going through one name after another in his mind; but he meant, I haven’t anyone left to borrow from.”

“As we grow older, we are already dying; our hold on life lessens; there are fewer to mourn us or keep us in mind.”

“She was not so much living in the past as investing the present with what the past had had.”

“She has aped our ways very well indeed; but this will always happen with people who are pretending to be what they are not – the performance is suddenly shown to be what it is, they make an unexpected mistake and their true vulgarity comes into sight. As now… ‘Nouveau riche,’ is the word for her,” Angel said smartly. Two words, Nora thought, dazed.”

Quotable Notables

Wednesday, October 24th, 2012 by Dawn Summers

This book is about a reporter who quits his job in the early aughts to start an internet website of financial advice written poetically. It does not succeed. The whole time I was reading this book, it felt like the author’s excuse to publish what she knew was terrible poetry, but with a small hope that it might be good or profound. It wasn’t.

Excerpts from “The Financial Lives of the Poets” by Jess Walter.

“I don’t want to spend every night tailing her online like some Internet P.I. I don’t want to be sneaky and I don’t want to catch her cheating or thinking of cheating or wishing she could cheat. And hell, if she does cheat, I’m not even sure I want to know about it. I’d rather be the blithe idiot: get up in the morning, go to a job, come home, help my kids with their homework and go to bed with my wife, clueless. Especially now – with this noose tightening around my neck and the sense that it’s all getting away from me… I only want comfort. Peace. I don’t want to have to work on my marriage; I just want to have it.”

“[T]he truly stupid mistake was believing that when we fell, a net made of money could catch us.”

“My dreams tend to be either so obscure as to seem random, or so obviously connected to my subconscious that it’s embarrassing – as if even my hidden depths lack depth.”

“I thought of myself as more than a simple newspaper reporter, somehow better than the mean of my colleagues. I offer no excuses for this arrogance, and no rationale, either; I simple felt bigger than what I did for a living, like I was slumming, like I deserved more money, more respect and more esteem than any grubby newspaper could offer.”

“The man loves journalism the way pedophiles love children.”

“I do hate concerts. I have hated them ever since we went to an outdoor festival once and were nearly trampled to death. I hate paying three times the cost of a CD just to stand in an unruly crowd and think one of two things: (A) this song sounds just like it does on the CD or (B) this song sounds nothing like it does on the CD.”

“only bullies respond to being bullied by being bullies…”

“I’m also sure of this: I’ll never fall in love again. I’ve lost my innocence. And my disappointment is not that my own home has lost half its value. What disappoints me is me – that I fell for their propaganda when I knew better, that I actually allowed myself to believe that a person could own a piece of the world when the truth is that anything you try to own ends up owning you. We’re all just renting. And this is how the poets failed us.”

“You can tell when you’re in an empty house… There was nothing there… an emptiness that felt unnatural. I think about all of those foreclosures out there: an empty house is an abomination.”

Lanced a lot?

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012 by Dawn Summers

Get it? Cause his name is Lance and… needles…doping…eh? EH? EH?
Shut it.

Yeah, so I was all mad at first that they took away his titles even though there was no proof he’d doped. Then, they released two trillion tons of documents which seem to suggest that there was no proof because he was hiding in the basement while the dope testing investigators rang the doorbell. So, I suppose, reasonable minds could possibly concur that he was a doper. I, for one, hope he never admits it though — I find people like Pete Rose and Mark McGwire infinitely more contemtible because of their faux eleventh hour mea culpas. Cheating is bad blah blah blah, but tearful confessions are worse and they make me stabby.

So, stand strong (or stand livestrong, ha ha ha) Lance Armstrong:

The UCI’s decision was more than ceremonial, as the organization was the only one with the power to formally strip Armstrong of his Tour titles. And while Armstrong is likely to continue to profess his innocence — his legendary oversized ego barring him from admitting guilt until someone can produce a picture of him ascending the Alpe d’Huez with an IV bag full of tiger blood dangling from his femoral artery — his adamant denials are no longer enough to protect him. With his victories wiped clean from the record books, race organizers and former sponsors can now begin the process of recovering payments previously made to Armstrong for winning those events.

For illustrative purposes, let’s look to Armstrong’s most notable achievement: his consecutive Tour titles spanning from 1999 to 2005. During this run of dominance, Armstrong received bonuses from Tour officials for each stage win, each day he wore the leader’s yellow jersey, and of course, each overall victory. These payments are rumored to have totaled nearly $5 million over the seven-year period.

Armstrong’s compensation wasn’t limited to race winnings, however. The U.S. Postal Service, Armstrong’s team sponsor during each of his tour victories, paid Armstrong over $12 million in performance bonuses during that span. Particularly worthy of note was a $5 million reward the USPS agreed to pay Armstrong upon winning his fifth consecutive title in 2004. The payment was covered by an insurance policy the Postal Service had taken out with SCA Promotions, who initially balked at paying the bonus amidst rumors that Armstrong’s victories had been fueled by drug use. The case eventually went to arbitration, where SCA was forced to pay $7.5 million to Armstrong, representing the original $5 million bonus and $2.5 million in interest and attorney fees.

Also, where can we go to discuss the post office spending millions of dollars on Tour de France bonuses and sponsorship? Could this be why they are currently in default on ALL their obligations? Idjits.

Uh…

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012 by Dawn Summers

So, I’m not big on blogging about politics, because well, you and I both know who I’m voting for and I don’t realistically believe that there can be any reasoning, about politics, with those who are not voting for the same person — however, did Mitt Romney really champion China as a peace loving, free market nation? Cause…er…um… someone let Taiwan know. Also, the one billion communists who live there.

*whistles*

I’ve had it up to here with Arizona

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012 by Dawn Summers

*Insert hand over forhead* Time to send in the National Guard.

Happy New Taylor Swift Album Day

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012 by Dawn Summers

via @VinNay

YASSS, MY PEOPLE!

Monday, October 22nd, 2012 by Dawn Summers

Catholics: Focus more on poor.

HAHAAHAHAHAHAH

Friday, October 19th, 2012 by Dawn Summers

This is a nice moment in the campaign.

I may not even have time to draft my will at this rate

Thursday, October 18th, 2012 by Dawn Summers

YIKES!

And the findings were sobering: Every single hour of television watched after the age of 25 reduces the viewer’s life expectancy by 21.8 minutes.

By comparison, smoking a single cigarette reduces life expectancy by about 11 minutes, the authors said.

Looking more broadly, they concluded that an adult who spends an average of six hours a day watching TV over the course of a lifetime can expect to live 4.8 years fewer than a person who does not watch TV.

Those results hold true, the authors point out, even for people who exercise regularly. It appears, Dr. Veerman says, that “a person who does a lot of exercise but watches six hours of TV” every night “might have a similar mortality risk as someone who does not exercise and watches no TV.”

Quotable Notables

Monday, October 15th, 2012 by Dawn Summers

Some excerpts from Alix Ohlin’s “Inside”

She had never been one for good deeds. She wasn’t selfish- just self-contained. She liked to stay within her own borders.

If she were a movie character, this would eventually burst loose in a flood of bad behavior. But life was longer than movies and a person never knew when the flood would finally come, or sometimes even how to recognize it when it did.

Mitch washed the dishes and prepared to leave, the sorrow of endings pressing down on his heart.

She thought she would dream about him; but if she did, it was lost in the inky darkness of her sleep, and gone by morning.

There is a difference between the facts of a person and the truth of him, and Tug knew it.

“You don’t have to apologize.”/ “Right. Therapy means never having to say you’re sorry.”/ “You might have to, actually, maybe even a lot. But mostly you have to figure out why you did whatever you’re sorry about.”

Sometimes he hated himself simply because he was alive when others were not, and he wanted to wipe out the memories of every patient he’d had, every problem he’d caused or heard about or failed to alleviate. Other times he thought he would never forget any of these things and that it was important not to, perhaps the most important task of his life. Witnessing the pain of others is the very least you can do in this world.