<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707</id><updated>2011-05-31T03:31:04.191-07:00</updated><category term='Albert Camus'/><category term='the absurd'/><category term='fiction &quot;Canadian literature&quot;'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='&quot;Oscar Wilde&quot;'/><category term='humour'/><category term='how to'/><category term='science fiction'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='Gothic'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='fluff'/><category term='administrivia'/><category term='horror'/><category term='Douglas Adams'/><category term='misc'/><title type='text'>Very Well Read</title><subtitle type='html'>Quotations from, and the occasional reflection on, things that I have read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-8694865652702495877</id><published>2007-12-28T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:35:56.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluff'/><title type='text'>The Action Heroine's Handbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/R3UO-3JnYvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ALMeCiYntZw/s1600-h/action+herione+handbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/R3UO-3JnYvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ALMeCiYntZw/s200/action+herione+handbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149038222086988530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this book for my sister for Christmas.  Stumbling across it in a bookstore one day, I saw the tagline on the cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to win a catfight, drink someone under the table, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choke a man with your bare thighs&lt;/span&gt;, and dozens of other TV and movie skills.&lt;/span&gt; [emphasis added]&lt;/blockquote&gt;... and I knew I had to buy this book for my sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the curious type, and having bought this book months before Christmas, I just may have flipped through [translation: read] this book before I wrapped it up.  Overall, I have to say I was a wee bit disappointed.  Although I did learn how to choke a man with my bare thighs, and that may come in handy someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worick, Jennifer &amp;amp; Borgenicht, Joe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Action Herione's Handbook&lt;/span&gt;. New York: Quirk Books, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-8694865652702495877?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/8694865652702495877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=8694865652702495877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/8694865652702495877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/8694865652702495877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/12/action-heroines-handbook.html' title='The Action Heroine&apos;s Handbook'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/R3UO-3JnYvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ALMeCiYntZw/s72-c/action+herione+handbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-569628074398209358</id><published>2007-06-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:11:18.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>minority report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RmzkLG-weOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JXmv5qRCC5Q/s1600-h/minority+report.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RmzkLG-weOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JXmv5qRCC5Q/s400/minority+report.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074681759643236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this book while browing around the &lt;a href="http://www.vpl.vancouver.bc.ca/"&gt;library &lt;/a&gt;and decided to pick it up because I enjoyed &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0181689/"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt;.  That, and I was enamoured with the way this book flips up to open, instead of horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minority_Report"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minority Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is really just a short story and so was quite a quick read.  And I was rather surprised by the story, because it was quite different from the movie, in fact.... oh wait, I suppose I should put a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoiler alert&lt;/span&gt; here before I say more.  In fact, the story sort of gives the exact opposite message to what you get from the movie.  In the movie, Tom Cruise, ur, John Anderton decides to not kill anyone, thus proving that the whole PreCrime system is not infalliable and innocent people are being arrested; we do have free choice and our fate is not predetermined.  In the story, however, Anderton makes the decision in the end to kill the person who the majority report says he is going to kill - the moral of the story: PreCrime works!  Oh ya, and there are two minority reports, not just one, and they are based on the fact that Anderton sees the majority report (although you can hardly call it a "majority" when it is just one of three reports) and that changes the future.  When asked if there is any flaw in the system, Anderton says, "It can happen in only one circumstance.  My case was unique, since I had access to the data.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; happen again, but only to the next Police Comissioner" (p. 103)  So, people really don't have any choice, the future is predictable.  All in all, I'd have to say I liked the movie better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more points I found interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the short story, Anderton is bald, fat and on the brink of retirment; in the movie, Anderton is played by Tom Cruise.  Simlarily, Donna,  the female precog, is 45 years and the precogs are all hideously "deformed and retarded" (p. 9); in the movie, they are young and attractive.  Hollywood just couldn't have that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anytime you read a "futuristic" piece that talks about how something is "transcribed on conventional punchcards, and ejected into various coded slots" (p. 8) and data stored on "tapes" (p. 57) you know someone missed a mark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Similarily, I find it amusing that Dick thought that in the future, people would not only be listening to radios (I'm pretty sure I'm the only person still doing that!), but that they'd use terms like "a priori" (p. 48) on a radio broadcast for the general public.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dick, Philip K. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The minority report&lt;/span&gt;. New York : Carol Publishing Group, 1991.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-569628074398209358?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/569628074398209358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=569628074398209358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/569628074398209358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/569628074398209358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/06/minority-report.html' title='minority report'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RmzkLG-weOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JXmv5qRCC5Q/s72-c/minority+report.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-2769393606713415502</id><published>2007-06-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:10:12.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gothic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Oscar Wilde&quot;'/><title type='text'>The Picture of Dorian Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RnT6R2-weSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BiXOFW0zILU/s1600-h/Dorian+Gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RnT6R2-weSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BiXOFW0zILU/s400/Dorian+Gray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076957864676849954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray is probably my favourite book. I mean, it's hard to pick a single favourite book, but if I had to pick one, if someone held a gun to my head and forced me to pick a favourite novel, I'm pretty sure "The Picture of Dorian Gray" is what would come slipping from my lips. So when I saw TPoDG in the library the other day, I couldn't resist re-reading it for the umpteenth time, but this time taking down notes for posting here on Very Well Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been known to make a joke about having a portrait hanging in the attic as the explanation for why I look younger than my age (making that joke far too often for some people's liking) and I also did provide my ex with a quotation from TPoDG for his Honours English thesis... a thesis that he got 95% on. I'm not saying that he got the 95% because of my apt choice of quotation or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Without further adieu, here are the quotations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is no. Such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are either well written, or badly written. That is all." (preface)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." (preface)&lt;br /&gt;And from the book itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...there is only one thing in the world that is worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about." (p. 2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"But beauty, real beauty ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and as a natural consequence he always looks absolutely delightful." (p. 3) - in this passge, Wilde is talking about art. He was an aesthete, believing in art for art's sake, beauty for beauty's sake. As he said in the preface, books are not moral or immoral, just well written or poorly written. By having Lord Henry say that thinking causes you to become ugly, he is using it as a metaphor for art - if you try to create art with meaning, it becomes ugly... art should be beautiful in and of itself. Of coures, by imbuing his novel with this type of meaning is quite ironic, as by putting meaning into his work of art, he is making it, in his opinion, not a great work of art. I also like the bit at the end of this passage about the Church being filled with non-thinkers, who just believe what they are told to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves." (p. 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. The thoroughly well-informed man - that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value." (p. 12) - I love this quotation and I've used it often in my education work - it fits well with my displeasure with the "memorize a bunch of useless facts  and then regurgitate it in an exam" form that education usually takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." (p. 19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The life that was to make his soul would mar his body." (p. 25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is the problem of slavery, and we try to solve it by amusing the slaves." (p. 40) - this is the quotation of the aforementioned ex's thesis.  It was related, if my memory serves me, to the Matrix - how everyone is a slave and things like television, work, church, etc., etc. keep us under control and unaware of our slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest." (p. 46)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Nowadays people know the price of everything, and the value of nothing." (p. 47)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied." (p.48)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experience [...] was merely the name men give to their mistakes." (p. 59)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"'Marriage is hardly a thing one can do now and then, Harry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Except in America'..." (p. 75)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"But, surely, if one lives merely for one's self, Harry, one pays a terrible price for doing so,' suggested the painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, we are overcharged for everything nowadays." (p. 80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Around p. 86-87, there is a description of howDorian turns from completely adoring the actress Sibyl Vane, to completely abhorring her.  In this scene, Sibyl is acting the part of Juliet and she's acting it terribly.  She later tries to explain to Dorian that this is because once she had met and fallen in love with Dorian, the idea of pretending to be in love on stage seemed  suddenly meaningless to her.  Dorian, of course, will have none of it - he just does a complete 180.  The whole thing reminded me of how flaky Romeo is (at the start of the play, he's all in love with Rosaline, then slips to loving Juliet at the drop of the hat).  Also, when Dorian tells her  that she is no longer being a work of art to him, I found it reminscient of, just pages before, Basil saying that that Dorian is no longer the work of art that he once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It was perfectly true. The portrait had altered." (p. 98) - this statement is so profound because it really is the turning point in Dorian's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is luxury in self reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has the right to blame us." (p. 99)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - I can think of someone with this attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You come down here to console me. That is charming. You find me consoled, and you are furious!" (p. 114)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On pages 138-152, there are some really long, descriptive passages about jewels and music and fabrics that reminded me of American Psycho, where Bret Easton Ellis has page after page of description of clothes and music and skin care regimines.  Patrick Bateman is sort of a 1980s version of a dandy, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary.  When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief." (p. 186)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'It is perfectly monstruous,' he said, 'the way people go about nowadays, saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true." (p. 187)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't tell me that you have exhausted Life.  When a man says that one know that Life has exhausted him." (p. 188)"In the common world of fact the wicked were not published, nor the good rewarded.  Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak." (p. 209-210).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"And yet if it had been merely an illustion, how terrible it was to think that conscience could raise such fearful phantoms, and given them visible form, and make them move before one!  What sort of life would his be, if day and night, shadows of his crime were to peer at him from silent corners, to mock him from secret places, to whisper in his ear as he sat at the feast, to wake him with icy fingers as he lay asleep!  As the thought crept through his brain, he grew pale with terror, and the air seemed to him to have become suddenly colder." (p. 210) &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm going to alter.  I think I have altered." (p. 220)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me... one can survive everything nowadays except that." (p. 222)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable." (p. 226)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The tragedy of being old is not that one is old, but that one is young." (p. 226)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame." (p. 228)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing.  I really didn't like picture on the copy of this particular edition.  Like *really* didn't like it.  The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RnTyDm-weQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/x5p9iKpVgZo/s1600-h/readingdoriangray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RnTyDm-weQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/x5p9iKpVgZo/s400/readingdoriangray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948823770691842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; picture of Dorian's portrait (look at the picture at the start of this posting) just totally freaked me out whenever I looked at it.  So much so that I actually put a sticky note over it so that I wouldn't have to look at it.  As seen in this photo:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilde, Oscar.  &lt;i&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray.&lt;/i&gt; New York: Tor, 1999.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-2769393606713415502?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/2769393606713415502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=2769393606713415502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/2769393606713415502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/2769393606713415502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-of-dorian-gray.html' title='The Picture of Dorian Gray'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RnT6R2-weSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BiXOFW0zILU/s72-c/Dorian+Gray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-2979713364209424277</id><published>2007-05-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:09:42.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Guns, Germs and Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RlU4RnlJFFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aOHxkeI8bnU/s1600-h/gunsgermsandsteel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RlU4RnlJFFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aOHxkeI8bnU/s320/gunsgermsandsteel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068018831009059922" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guns,_Germs,_and_Steel"&gt;Guns, Germs &amp;amp; Steel&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jared_Diamond"&gt;Jared Diamond&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sure I kept notes of stuff I found interesting, but I have no idea where those notes are*.  Until I find them, here's an interview of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jared_Diamond"&gt;Jared Diamond&lt;/a&gt; by Stephen Colbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='config=http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/xml/data_synd.jhtml?vid=87258%26myspace=false' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/syndicated_player/index.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#006699' width='340' height='325' name='comedy_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*I also read his other book, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collapse_%28book%29"&gt;Collapse&lt;/a&gt;, and have no idea where those notes are either.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-2979713364209424277?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/2979713364209424277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=2979713364209424277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/2979713364209424277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/2979713364209424277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/05/guns-germs-and-steel.html' title='Guns, Germs and Steel'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RlU4RnlJFFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aOHxkeI8bnU/s72-c/gunsgermsandsteel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-3146422684777432308</id><published>2007-03-01T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:41:20.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RefRN6SCpFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JvRv7WAoPWo/s1600-h/hitchhikersguide.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RefRN6SCpFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JvRv7WAoPWo/s400/hitchhikersguide.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037224745150620754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At long last I have finished my re-re-reading of the Hitchhiker's 5-part trilogy, in reverse order, to grab my favourite lines from the books to put up here for all to see.  I was recently at a blogging conference where one of the presenters discussed one of the functions of a blog as a "brain dump" - a place to put information so that you didn't need to keep remembering it... it can be duly noted in an appropriate forum, which is searchable at a later date should the need arise, and thus the information no longer needed to clutter up one's brain.  I think this little book blog of mine fits that description.  I have a terrible memory for books/movies, and although I generally remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;I liked a given book or movie, I'll be damned if I can remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I liked/disliked it, or really tell you anything about what happened in a book I've read or movie I've seen. This blog allows me to dump that info, before it disappears into the vast recesses of my grey matter, for later retrieval if necessary.  And so, without further ado, I give you my favourite quotations from The Hitchhikers's Guide to the Galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 6)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He felt that his whole life was some kind of a dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it&lt;/span&gt;"(p. 15) - perhaps this is why I'm always trying to do amusing things... just in case my life is someone's dream... I want it to be an entertaining one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a frood who really knows where his towel is&lt;/span&gt;." (p.23 )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.&lt;/span&gt;"(p. 28) - man, I love the way Adams plays with language like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"[The President's] j&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ob is not to wield power by to draw attention away from it&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 32) - this book was published in 1979, but I think we can agree that this fits very well into the early 21st century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ford's father was the only man on the entire planet to survive the Great  Collapsing Hrung Disaster, by an extraordinary coincidence that he was never able to satisfactorily explain.  The whole episode was shrouded in deep mystery: in fact no one ever knew what a Hrung was or why it had chosen to collapse on Betelgeuse Seven particularly.  Ford's father, magnanimously waving aside the clouds of suspicion that had inevitably settled around him, came to live on Betelgeuse Five where he both fathered and uncled Ford; in memory of his now dead race he christened him in the ancient Praxibetel tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because he never learned to say his original name, his father eventually die of shame, which is still a terminal disease in some parts of the Galaxy.  The other kids at school nicknamed him Ix, which in the language of Betelgeuse Five translates as 'boy who is not able satisfactorily to explain what a Hrung is, nor why it should choose to collapse on Betelgeuse Seven.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 41) - I love that he "both fathered and uncled Ford"... when does anyone ever use "uncle" as a verb?  And also that he literally died of shame!  Again with the playing with the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You know,' said Arthur, 'it's at times like this when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die from asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wished I had listened to what my mother told me when I was young.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Why, what did she tell you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I don't know, I wasn't listening.&lt;/span&gt;"  - too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The principle of generating small amounts of &lt;/i&gt;finite &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;improbability by simply hooking the logic circuits of a Bableweeny 57 Sub-Meson Brain to an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian Motion producer (say a nice hot cup of tea) were of course well understood - and such generators were often used to break the ice at parties by making all the molecules in the hostess's undergarments leap simultaneously one foot to the left, in accordance with the Theory of Indeterminacy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many respectable physicists said that they weren't going to stand for this -- partly because it was a debasement of science, but mostly because they didn't get invited to those sort of parties." (p. 74) - &lt;/i&gt;having been to &lt;a href="http://thesiswriting.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-drink-from-shot-syringe.html"&gt;a party attended by a large number of physics types&lt;/a&gt;, I'd hate to see the ones that  &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; get invited to parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy &lt;i&gt;defines the marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation as 'a bunch of mindless jerks who'll be the first against the wall when the revolution comes," with a footnote to the effect that the editors would welcome applications from anyone interested in taking over the post of robotics correspondent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiously enough, an edition of&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;The Encyclopaedia Galactica&lt;i&gt; that had the good fortune to fall through a time warp from a thousand years in the future defined the marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation as 'a bunch of mindless jerks who were the first against the wall when the revolution came." (pp. 79-80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One of the major difficulties Trillian experienced in her relationship with Zaphod was learning to distinguish between him pretending to be stupid just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because he couldn't be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him, pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact that he actually didn't understand what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid." (p. 85).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...he had turned unfathomably into an art form." (p. 95)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Stress and nervous tension are now serious social problems in all parts of the Galaxy, and it is in order that this situation should not be in any way exacerbated that the following facts will now be revealed in advance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet in question &lt;/i&gt;is &lt;i&gt;in fact the legendary Magrathea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadly missile attack shortly to be launched by an ancient automatic defence system will result merely in the breakage of three coffee cups and a mousecage, the bruising of somebody's upper arm, and the untimely creation and sudden demise of a bowl of petunias and an innocent sperm whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order that some sense of mystery should still be preserved, no revelation will yet be made concerning whose upper arm sustains the bruise.  This fact may safely be made the subject of suspense since it is of no significance whatsoever." (p. 103).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He had found a Nutri-Matic machine which had provided him with a  plastic cup filled with a liquid that was almost, but not quite entirely unlike tea.  The way it functioned was very interesting.  When the Drink button was pressed it made an instant but highly detailed examination of the subject's metabolism and then sent tiny experimental signals down the neural pathways to the taste centres of the subject's brain to see what was likely to go down well.  However, no one knew quite why it did this because it invariably delivered a cupful of liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea." (p. 104) -&lt;/i&gt; Adams and I are kindred spirits insofar as our love of &lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/10/salmon-of-doubt.html"&gt;tea&lt;/a&gt; goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then has to come to terms with not being a whale any more." (p. 113)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was, Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why a bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now." (p. 114)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem.  For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on- while all the dolphins had ever done was muck about  in the water having a good time.  But conversely, the dophins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons." (p. 132).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;In fact there was only one species on the planet more intelligent than dolphins, and they spent a lot of their time in behavioural research laboratories running round inside wheels and conducting frighteningly elegant and subtle experiments on man.  The fact that once again man completely misinterpreted this relationship was entirely according to these creatures' plans." (p. 132-133)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!" (p. 145). - &lt;/i&gt;making fun of philosophers.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"'Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm. (p. 152) - &lt;/i&gt;any good Hitchhiker's fan has to love this moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And so ends my summary of the Hittchhiker trilogy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-3146422684777432308?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/3146422684777432308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=3146422684777432308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/3146422684777432308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/3146422684777432308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/03/hitchhikers-guide-to-galaxy.html' title='The Hitchhiker&apos;s Guide to the Galaxy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RefRN6SCpFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JvRv7WAoPWo/s72-c/hitchhikersguide.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-5355235543824449644</id><published>2007-01-29T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:44:11.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction &quot;Canadian literature&quot;'/><title type='text'>Not Wanted on the Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Rb-pvIa62BI/AAAAAAAAADc/oay46ItvPFQ/s1600-h/Not+Wanted+on+the+Voyage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Rb-pvIa62BI/AAAAAAAAADc/oay46ItvPFQ/s400/Not+Wanted+on+the+Voyage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025922336348100626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really sure what to say about this book.  It's a book that I'd heard was good from a few people, so I thought I'd give it a try.  But my basic summary of the book was really encapsulated by the following email that I sent to one of the people who said the book was good (note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoilers ahead&lt;/span&gt;!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Since you seemed enjoy Not Wanted on the Voyage (at least based on &lt;a href="http://thesiswriting.blogspot.com/2007/01/overheard-in-vancouver.html"&gt;your comment on my blog&lt;/a&gt;), I was hoping you could tell me wtf I was supposed to get out of it.  I mean, it was entertaining and I especially liked the cat, but wtf?  Noah was a terrible person and we have no unicorns because he used the unicorn to rape his 12-year-old daughter-in-law?  Noah's wife (who, as far as I can tell didn't have a first name), was an alcoholic, but she liked sheep? &lt;/blockquote&gt;I'll update this posting if I get an answer explaining whatever it is that missing about this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for quotations, there was really only one thing in the whole book that stood out to me - a description of the ark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...its colour was a horror, made worse by the great running streams of pitch, oozing down its sides like so much inedible frsotings on a poison cake&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 120)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I even tried Googling "Not Wanted on The Voyage" to see if anyone had explained what the point was, but came up with nothing.  No one seemed better able to describe the point, although there was a lot of "it's magical" and suchlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, did I mention that I liked the cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findley, Timothy.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Wanted on the Voyage&lt;/span&gt;.  Toronto: Penguin, 1996&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-5355235543824449644?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/5355235543824449644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=5355235543824449644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/5355235543824449644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/5355235543824449644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-wanted-on-voyage.html' title='Not Wanted on the Voyage'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Rb-pvIa62BI/AAAAAAAAADc/oay46ItvPFQ/s72-c/Not+Wanted+on+the+Voyage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-116461408885752803</id><published>2007-01-18T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T03:15:10.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>The Restaurant at the End of the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RbACBoa61-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vqcmd6sLYs4/s1600-h/restaurantattheend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RbACBoa61-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vqcmd6sLYs4/s400/restaurantattheend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021515811571554274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The story so far:  In the beginning the Universe was created.  This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move." (p. 1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like all Vogon ships it looked as if it had been not so much designed as congealed.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox, my father was Zaphod Beeblebrox the Second, my grandfather was Zaphod Beeblebrox the Third..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was an accident with a contraceptive and a time machine.&lt;/span&gt;" (pp.14-15)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has long supplanted the great &lt;/span&gt;Encyclopedia Galactica &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as the&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tandard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least widely inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.  First, it is slightly cheaper, and secondly it has the words DON'T PANIC printed in large, friendly letters on its cover.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 26) - &lt;span&gt;other than that last sentence, this is a pretty good description of the internets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guide is definitive.  Reality is frequently inaccurate.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 30)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Universe, it has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would happily move to somewhere rather smaller of their own devising, and this is what most beings in fact do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, in one corner of the Eastern Galactic Arm lies the large forest planet Oglaroon, the entire 'intelligent' population of which lives permenantly in one fairly small and crowded nut tree.  In which tree they are born, live, fall in love, carve tiny speculative articles in the bark about the meaning of life, the futility of death and the importance of birth control, fight a few minor wars, and eventually die strapped to the underside of some of the less accessible outer branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the only Oglaroonians who ever leave their tree are those who are hurled out of it for the heinous crime of wondering whether the other trees are capable of supporting life at all, or indeed whether the other trees are anything other than illusions brought on by eating too many Oglanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic though this behaviour may seem, there is no life form in the galaxy which is not in some way guilty of the same thing, which is why the Total Perspective Vortex is as horrific as it is." (p. 56)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For when you are put into the Vortex you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny little mark, a tiny dot, which says, 'You are here.&lt;/span&gt;'" (p. 56-57)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a mind, which has been separated from its body, discussing his situation:  "W&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e never seemed to be happy doing the same things.  We always had the greatest arguments over sex and fishing.  Eventually we tried to combine the two, but that only lead to disaster, as you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 58)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically to annoy his wife.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 62)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Zaphod] "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was clearly a man of many qualities, even if they were mostly bad ones.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 62)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Restaurant at the End of the Universe is one of the most extraordinary ventures in the entire history of catering.  It has been built on the fragmented remains of... it will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be built on the fragmented... that is to say it will have been built by this time, and indeed has been --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother.  There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broadminded and well-adjusted family can't cope with.  There is also no problem about changing the course of history -- the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw.  All the imporant changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major problem is quite simply one of grammar, and the main work to consult in this matter is Dr Dan Streetmentioner's &lt;i&gt;Time Traveller's Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations&lt;/i&gt;.  It will tell you for instance how to describe something that was about to happen to you in the past before you avoided it by time-jumping forward two days in order to avoid it.  The event will be described differently acccording to whether you are talking about it from the standpoint of your own natural time, from a time in the further future, or a time in the further past and is further complicated by the possibility of conducting conversations whilst you are actually traveling from one time to another with the intention of becoming your own mother or father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most readers get as far as the Future Semi-Conditionally Modified Subinverted Plagal Past Subjunctive Intentional before giving up: and in fact in later editions of the book all pages beyond this point have been left blank to save on printing costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy skips lightly over this tangle of academic abstraction, pausing only to note that the term "Future Perfect" has been abandoned since it was discovered not to be.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. ?) &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's spending the year dead for tax reasons.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 91)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Universe as we know it has now been in existence for over one hundred and seventy million billion years and will be ending in a little over a half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 92)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the main Dish of the Day.  May I interest you in parts of my body?... Something off the shoulder perhaps, braised in a white wine sauce?&lt;/span&gt;"(p. 94) &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- The cow that was engineered to want to be eaten, so that meat eaters wouldn't have to feel guilty! Too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a pretty dangerous dude when I'm cornored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," said a voice from under the table, "You go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 103) &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- This line reminds me of Stupid Friend Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had comeup with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculaiar habit of continually stating and restating the very very obvious, as in 'It's a nice day,' or "You're very tall,' or 'So this is it, we're going to die&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 128) &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- Or "Did you know that you are really short?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"'&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ford,' he said, 'how many escape capsules are there?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'None,' said Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaphod gibbered. "Did you count&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twice,' said Ford&lt;/span&gt;.'" (p. 130)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where,' said Ford Prefect quietly, 'does it say teleport?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, just over here, in fact,' said Arthur, pointing at a dark control box in the rear of the cabin, 'Just under the word "emergency", above the word, "system" and beside the sign saying "out of order".&lt;/span&gt;'" (p. 131)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Arthur woke up and instantly regretted it." (p. 134) - &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;oh, I've had days like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first thing that hit their eyes was what appeared to be a coffin. And the next four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine things that hit their eyes were also coffins.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 139)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number Two's eyes narrowed and became what are known in the Shouting and Killing People trade as cold slits, the idea presumably being to give your opponent the impression that you have lost your glasses or are having difficulty keeping awake.  Why this is frightening is an, as yet, unresolved problem.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 147)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The major problem -- one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of the major problems, for their are several --  one of the many major problems with govering people is that of who you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To summarize: it is a well-known fact, that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it.  To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.  To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so this is the situation we find: a succession of Galactic Presidents who so much enjoy the fun and palaver of being in power that they very rarely notice that they're not.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 160)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"... five hundred and seventy-three committee meetings and you havne't even discovered fire yet?" (p. 182) - &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;oh, I've had meetings like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Come and join us, I'm Ford, this is Arthur.  We were just about to do nothing at all for a while, but it can wait." (p. 199)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adams, Douglas.  The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.  &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;London : Pan, 1980.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-116461408885752803?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/116461408885752803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=116461408885752803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461408885752803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461408885752803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/restaurant-at-end-of-universe.html' title='The Restaurant at the End of the Universe'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RbACBoa61-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vqcmd6sLYs4/s72-c/restaurantattheend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-4466709771537239081</id><published>2007-01-18T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T03:13:21.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Camus'/><title type='text'>The Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Ra_yrYa619I/AAAAAAAAACs/6MJ1NHnXpUs/s1600-h/stranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Ra_yrYa619I/AAAAAAAAACs/6MJ1NHnXpUs/s400/stranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021498936645048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I quite enjoyed this book.  It's the first Camus I've read (I've read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;Camus, but never read any of his actual writing before).  There is not much in the way of quotations that I can really extract from this book, because of the style in which it is written (of course, it is a translation from the original French, but apparently the translator took pains to maintain the orginal style as much as possible).  You really just need to read the whole book to appreciate it and so I can't just extract a bunch of quotations the way I usually do (there were a few, just not any many as say, all the &lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/search/label/Douglas%20Adams"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/a&gt; books I've been reading of late... Adams and Camus both do wonderful things with language, just in totally different ways)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lengthy introduction to the book explaining what you are supposed to be getting out of it.  I'm always hesitant about whether to read these before or after I read a book - should I just read the book itself and appreciate it on its own merits before I read what others think of it?  Or should I read the introduction first so that I am thinking about things that it might be good for me to be aware of while I read it (rather than reading the book, reading the intro and then needing to read the book all over again to pick up on all the stuff I missed the first time through).  In this case, I chose to read the introduction first and there were a few interesting points in there that I felt were worth recording:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camus once suggested that 'if you want to be a philosopher, write novels'&lt;/span&gt;" (Introduction, p. xix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Absurdist philosophical approach for which rational and mythical explanations are merely grand narratives invented to enrobe - and thus disguise - the disjointed, contigent reality of lived experiences&lt;/span&gt;" (Introduction, p. xxiii)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... Mersault &lt;/span&gt;[the accused] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;becomes highly aware that he is 'superfluous,' 'useless,' that everything is unfolding without him, that he is alienated from his own experiences.&lt;/span&gt;" (Introduction,  p. xxv)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The legal system... a self-sufficient machine which, 'in the name of the French people,' dehumanizes, marginalizes or destroys the individual and, in doing so, reinforces the Absurd.&lt;/span&gt;" (Introduction, p. xxv)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a few quotations from the novel itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As always, whenever I want to get rid of someone I'm not really listening to, I made it appear as if I agreed." (p. 67) - I&lt;/span&gt; totally do this.  Not the best tactic, I agree, but sometimes I just want to avoid conflict and not have to talk about it anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So it seemed to me that you could come up with a mixture of chemicals that if ingested by the patient (that's the word I'd use: 'patient') would kill him nine times out of ten.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 106) -  a few things struck me about this passed... first, and most prosaic, is how the hell could you come up with.  a chemical like that?  Secondly, the idea of how differently charged words are (e.g., "patient" vs. "criminal" or "murderer" in this case... or "terrorist" vs. "freedom fighter") and how one's perspective on a situation can drastically alter how you feel about it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You always get exaggerated notions of things you don't know anything about&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 107)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 107) - this line struck me because it is all about living in the moment... so many people are going through the motions of life, but not really being there.  I try to enjoy every simple thing... the beauty of a cool crisp day, the exhiliration of a good laugh, the pleasure of a simple touch, the hilarity of things absurd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stranger_%28novel%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, that vast repository of all the knowledge in the world, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt; is a book that George W. Bush was yammering on about having read and then having discussed the origins of existentialism.  And Jon Stewart deftly pointed out the humour of Bush "reading a book about a westerner killing an Arab and feeling no remorse."  You go Jon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camus, Albert.   The Stranger.  Trans. Stuart Gilbert. New York, A. A. Knopf, 1946.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-4466709771537239081?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/4466709771537239081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=4466709771537239081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/4466709771537239081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/4466709771537239081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/01/stranger.html' title='The Stranger'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Ra_yrYa619I/AAAAAAAAACs/6MJ1NHnXpUs/s72-c/stranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-116461406673002686</id><published>2007-01-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:32:25.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>Life, the Universe and Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Ra6a7Ya616I/AAAAAAAAACI/BRbGrUtRcbs/s1600-h/LifeTheUniverseandEverything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Ra6a7Ya616I/AAAAAAAAACI/BRbGrUtRcbs/s400/LifeTheUniverseandEverything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021120979523000226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ford was beginning to behave rather strangely, or rather not actually beginning to behave strangely but beginning to bahave in a way which was strangely different from the other strange ways in which he more regularly behaved.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 23)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was staring at the instruments with the air of one who is trying to convert Fahrenheit to centigrade in his head whilst his house is burning down.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 36) - I loved this line when I read it.  Probably because I am completely incapable for converting Fahrenheit to centirgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;numbers are not absolute, but depend on the observer's movement in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first non-absolute number is the number of people for whom the table is reserved.  This will vary during the course of the first three telephone calls to the restaurant, and then will bear no apparent relation to the number of people who actually turn up, or to the number of people  who subsequently join them after the show/match/party/gig, or to the number of people who leave when they see who else has turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second non-absolute number is the given time of arrival, which is now known to be one of those most bizarre of concepts, a recipriversexclusion, a number whose existence can only be defined as being anything other than itself.  In other words, the given time of arrival is the one moment of time at which it is impossible that any member of  the party will arrive.. Recipriversexclusions now play a vital part in many branches of maths, including statistics and accountancy and also form the basic equations used to engineer the Somebody Else's Problem field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and most mysterious piece of non-absoluteness of all lies in the relationship between the number of items on the bill, the cost of each item, the number of people at the table, and what they are each prepared to pay for.  (The number of people who have actually brought any money is only a subphenomenon in this field)." (p. 42-43) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's funny because it is so very, very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Numbers written on restaurant bills within the confines of restaurants do not follow the same mathematical laws as numbers written on any other pieces of paper in any other parts of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 43) - ibid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After what it had calculated to ten significant decimal places as being the precise length of pause most likel to convey a generl contempt for all things matressy, the robot continued to walk in tight circles." (p. 47)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mattress globbered.  This is a noise made by a live, swamp-dwelling mattress that is deeply moved by a story of personal tragedy.  The word can also, according to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ultra-Complete Maximegalon Dictionary of Every Language Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mean the noise made by the Lord High Sanvalvwag of Hollop on discovering that he has forgotten his wife's birthday for the second year running.  Since there was only over one Lord High Sanvalvwag of Hollop, and he never married, the word is only ever used in a negative or speculative sense, and there is an ever-increasing body of opinion which holds that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ultra-Complete Maximegalon Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is not worth the fleet of lorries it takes to cart its microstored edition around in.  Strangely enough, the dictionary omits the word 'floopily', which simply means 'in the manner of something which is floopy'.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 49)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been a difficult day - of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There had been soulful music playing on the ship's sound system - of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he had, of course, been slighty drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other words, all the usual conditions which bring on a bout of soul-searching had applied, but it had, nevertheless, clearly been an error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing now, silent and alone, in the dark corridor he remembered the moment and shivered.  His one head looked one way and his other the other and each decided that the other was the way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He listened but could hear nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All there had been was the 'wop'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seemed an awfully long way to bring an awfully large number of people just to say one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He started nervously to edge his way in the direction of the bridge.  There at least he would feel in control.  He stopped again.  The way he was feeling he didn't think he was an awfuly good person to be in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first shock of the moment, thinking back, had been discovering that he actually had a soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact he'd always more or less assumed that he had one as he had a full complement of everything else, and indeed two of somethings, but suddenly actually to encounter the thing lurking there deep within him had given him a severe jolt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then to discover (this was the second shock)  that it wasn't the totally wonderful object which he felt a man in his position had a natural right to expect had jolted him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he had thought about what his position actually was and the renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink.  He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it.  He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Freedom,' he said aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trillian came on to the bridge at that point and said several enthusistic things on the subject of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I can't cope with it,' he said darkly, and sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn't yet reported on the condition of the first.  He looked uncertainly at both of her and preferred the one on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He poured a drink down his other throat with the plan that it would head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it, and together they would get the second one to pull itself together.  Then all three would go off in seach of the fuss, give it a good talking to and maybe a bit of a sing as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink had understood all that, so he sent down a fifth to explain the plan more fully and a sixth for moral support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You're drinking too much,' said Trillian.&lt;/span&gt;" (pp. 62-63)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaphod had spent most of his early history lessons plotting how we was going to have sex with the girl in the cybercubicle next to him.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 72)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are going to shoot you.' 'Oh yeah?' said Zaphod, waggling his gun. 'Yes,' said the robot, and they shot him.  Zaphod was so surprised that they had to shoot him again before he fell down&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 75)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, the same event which saw the disastrous failure of one science in its infancy also witnessed the apotheosis of another.  It was conclusively proved that more people watched tri-D TV coverage of the launch than actually existed at the time, and this has now been recognized as the greatest acheievement ever in the science of audeince reseach.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 81)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;Encyclopedia Galactica &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has much to say on the theory and practice of time travel, most of which is incomprehensible  to anyone who hasn't spent at least four lifetimes studying advanced hypermathematics, and since it was impossible to do this before time travel was invented, there is a certain amount of confusion as to how the idea was arrived at in the first place.  One rationalization of this problem states that time travel was, by its very nature, discovered simultaneiously at all periods of history, but this is clearly bunk.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 98)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They obstinately persisted in their absence.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 101) - I hate when they do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was the product of mind that was not merely twisted, but actually sprained.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 109)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None of these facts, however strange or inexplicable, is as strange or inexplicable as the rules of the game of Brockian Ultra-Cricket, as played in the higher dimensions. A full set of the rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 119-120)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RULE SIX: The winning team shall be the first team that wins.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 121) - I have a feeling that this is a quotation that I will be incorporating into my everyday lexicon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ten minutes later, drifting idly through a cloud, he got a large and extremely disreputable cocktail party in the small of the back." (p. 127)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The longest and most destructive party ever held is now into its fourth generation and still no one shows any signs of leaving.  Somebody did once look at his watch, but that was eleven years ago now, and there has been no follow-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess is extraordinary, and has to be seen to be believed, but if you don't have any particular need to believe it, then don't go and look, because you won't enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 127-128)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever he touched himself, he encountered a pain.  After a short while he worked out that this was because it was his hand that was hurting.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 130)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaphod did not want to tangle with them and, deciding that just as discretion was the better part of valour, so was cowardice the better part of discretion, he valiantly hid himself in the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 164)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife.  Then he realized there was a contrdiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 184)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adams, Douglas.  Life, the universe, and everything.  New York : Harmony Books, 1982.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-116461406673002686?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/116461406673002686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=116461406673002686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461406673002686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461406673002686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-universe-and-everything.html' title='Life, the Universe and Everything'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/Ra6a7Ya616I/AAAAAAAAACI/BRbGrUtRcbs/s72-c/LifeTheUniverseandEverything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-116461405340355697</id><published>2007-01-11T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:00:13.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>So Long, and Thanks For All The Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RaaIlVlPOkI/AAAAAAAAABY/yhC2b_JX5xs/s1600-h/solongandthanksforallthefish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RaaIlVlPOkI/AAAAAAAAABY/yhC2b_JX5xs/s400/solongandthanksforallthefish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018849009780865602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my &lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/mostly-harmless.html"&gt;continuing quest to put up my favourite bits of the Hitchhiker's "triology" in reverse order&lt;/a&gt;, here are my fav quotations from So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that thtye still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This planet has - or had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.  Many solution swere suggested for this problem, but most of themse were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were  unhappy, even the ones with digital watches.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 1) - in the interest of full disclosure, I wish I had more small green (or other colours too,  here in Canada) pieces of paper... but I do have a digital watch and it makes me happy =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That evening it was dark early, which was normal for this time of yea.  It was cold and windy, which was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain, which was particularly normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A spacecraft landed, which was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was nobody around to see it except for some spectacularly stupid quadrupeds who hadn't the faintest idea what to make of it, or whether they were meant to make anything of it, or eat it, or what.  So they did what they did to everything which was to run away from it and try to hide under each other, which never worked.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Maxi passed on the other side of the road and flashed its lights at the slowly plodding figure, though whether this was meant to convey a 'Hello' or a 'Sorry we're going the other way' or a 'Hey look, there's someone in the rain, what a jerk' was entirely unclear."&lt;/span&gt; (p. 10)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As it chanced, the following day the driver of the Cortina went into hospital to have his appendix out, only due to a rather amsuing mix up the surgeon removed his leg in error, and before the appendectomy could be rescheduled, the appendicitis complicated into an entertainly serious case of peritonitis and justice, in its way, was served&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 10-11)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The particular way in which he was choosing to dice recklessly with death today was by trying to pay for a drinks bill the size of a small defence budget with an American Express card, which was not acceptable anywhere in the known Universe&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 12) - It's funny because it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arthur watched it go, as stunned as a man might be who, having believed himself to be totally blind for five years, suddenly discovers that he had merely been weaing too large a hat.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 32)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From another direction he felt the sensation of being a sheep startled by a flying saucer, but it was virtually indistinguishable from the feeling of being a sheep startled by anything else it even encountered, for they were creatures who learned very little on their journey through life, and would be startled to see the sun rising in the morning, and astonished by all the green stuff in the fields&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 42)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He leaning forward, screwing his face up as if he was going to say something extraordinary about the govermnment&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 56)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grown men, he told himself, in flat contradiction of centuries of accumulated evidence about the way grown men behave, do not behave like this&lt;/span&gt;." (p.  59-60)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem is, or rather one of the problems, for there are many, a sizable portion of which are clogging up the civil, commercial and criminal courts in all areas of the Galaxy, and especially, where possible, the more corrupt ones, this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The previous sentence makes sense.  That is the not the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read it through again and you'll get it&lt;/span&gt;." (p. 100) - I love the way Douglas Adams played around with language like this.  He uses considerable fewer commas than I do when he does so, however, making it difficult to transcribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Ancient days, before the Advent of the Sorth of Bragadox, when Fragilis sang and Saxaquine of the Quenelux held sway, when the air was sweet and the nights fragrant, but everyone somehow managed to be, or so they claimed, though how on earth they could have thought that anyone was even remotely likely to believe such a proposterous claim what with all the sweet air and fragrant nights and whatnot is anyone's guess, virgins, it was not possible to heave a brick on Brequinda in the Foth of Avalars without hitting at least a half a dozen Fuolornis Fire Dragons.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 101)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adams, Douglas.  So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish.  New York : Harmony Books, 1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-116461405340355697?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/116461405340355697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=116461405340355697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461405340355697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461405340355697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So Long, and Thanks For All The Fish'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BoJH5i2Lem4/RaaIlVlPOkI/AAAAAAAAABY/yhC2b_JX5xs/s72-c/solongandthanksforallthefish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-116461581765493786</id><published>2006-11-26T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:32:41.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluff'/><title type='text'>bär cōde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bär cōde&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Your Personal Pocket Decoder to the Modern Dating Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book to keep me up on the world of dating (see: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;) from my friend* Rachel. This book is structured as a dictionary of terms to describe common dating occurences. Some of my favs include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Brad Pity&lt;/span&gt;: n. The act of cooling your girlfriend's jets for some pretty-boy actor by telling her that he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cargument&lt;/span&gt;: n. The one-sided post-argument argument you have with your boyfriend on your way to work -- alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Discommunicate&lt;/span&gt;: v. Saying you're not going to tell how far you got on a date in order to mislead others into thinking you went all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dude Swings&lt;/span&gt;: n. Alternatively hating and loving a guy from one minute to the next.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;False Bra-vado&lt;/span&gt;: n. Misguided belief that you can work a woman's bra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Miss Match&lt;/span&gt;: n. The great-looking girl that dates your butt-ugly buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Retrosex&lt;/span&gt;: n. The act os sleeping with your ex to show him you're over him and therefore ready for him back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Score-drobe&lt;/span&gt;: n. The lucky skirt, shirt, shoes, or dress that guarantee results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sheet-faced***&lt;/span&gt;: adj. When shacking, how your morning-after hair and makeup look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tartifacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n. The clothing or jewelry you accidentally (on purpose) leave at his house as an excuse to contact him again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Teengauger&lt;/span&gt;: n. Empirical method of distinguishing the gorgeous nineteen-year-old from the potentially crimal fifteen-year-old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: v. To date out of your league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and wingman&lt;br /&gt;**coincidentally, this is also the emotion that die hard Canucks fans hold for their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;my absolute fav is a toss-up between 'sheet-faced' and "tartifacts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-116461581765493786?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/116461581765493786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=116461581765493786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461581765493786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116461581765493786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/br-cde.html' title='bär cōde'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-116366822409954747</id><published>2006-11-16T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:10:24.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Sex Life of Lab Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a poem that I came across a while ago and, being a scientist who enters rat sexual liaisons into a day planner, it struck a chord with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sex Life of Lab Rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex-life of scientists is wild and cruel,&lt;br /&gt;A rabid flailing of bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a clean tile floor.  Unplanned,&lt;br /&gt;The uproar consumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner hour, hunger racing&lt;br /&gt;Along the walls.  Experiments neglected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the tubes and pumps, as the clawing&lt;br /&gt;And the pawing disturbs the sanitary air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex-life of lab rats is foreign and precise,&lt;br /&gt;One body courteously mounting another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a maze of possibilities.  Empirical&lt;br /&gt;Exploration, clothes folded neatly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liaison entered in the day&lt;br /&gt;Planner.  The project was a success,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say; copulation occurred&lt;br /&gt;Before time ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Christopher Doda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-116366822409954747?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/116366822409954747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=116366822409954747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116366822409954747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/116366822409954747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/sex-life-of-lab-rats.html' title='The Sex Life of Lab Rats'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115804169811791183</id><published>2006-10-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:05:12.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>The Salmon of Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/salmonofdoubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/400/salmonofdoubt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I've &lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/mostly-harmless.html"&gt;mentioned previously&lt;/a&gt;, I've been on a bit of a &lt;a href="http://www.douglasadams.com/"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/a&gt; kick.  So I picked up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salmon_of_Doubt"&gt;The Salmon of Doubt&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.vpl.vancouver.bc.ca/"&gt;VPL&lt;/a&gt;*.  TSofD is a compilation of a variety of writings that were put together after Adams's death in 2001, including the unfinished novel that he was working on at the time of his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've compiled my preferred quotations from this book, grouped by topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On Atheism&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams refers to himself as a "radical atheist," because he was sick of people saying, "Don't you mean you are an agnostic?"  I like this term, "radical atheist" and am thinking of adopting it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting.  But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously&lt;/span&gt;" (p. xxvii)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In England, we seem to have drifted from vague, wishy-washy Anglicanism to vague, wishy-washy Agnosticism -- both of which I think betoken a desire not to have to think about things too much.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Interview, American Atheists", p. 96)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;on being an atheist rather than an agnostic: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People will then often say, "But surely it's better to remain an Agnostic just in case?"  This, to me, suggests such a level of silliness and muddle that I usually edge out of the conversation rather than get sucked into it.  (If it turns out that I've been wrong all along, and there is in fact a god, and if it further turned out that this kind of legalistic, cross-your-fingers-behind-your-back, Clintonian hair splitting impressed him, then I think I would choose not to workship him anyway).&lt;/span&gt;" ("Interview, American Atheists", p. 96)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't accept the currently fashionable assertion that any view is automatically as worthy of respect as any equal and opposite view.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Interview, American Atheists", p. 97)  - can anyone say "intelligent design"?  or "&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/39512"&gt;intelligent falling&lt;/a&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God used to be the best explanation we'd got, and we've now got vastly better ones.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Interview, American Atheists", p. 97)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance anyday.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Interview, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;American Atheists", p. 99) - put another way (and to quote &lt;a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/phi/mill/util.txt"&gt;John Stuart Mill&lt;/a&gt;): "It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;written in the Epilogue about Adams: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To illustrate the vain conceit that the universe must be somehow preordained for us, because we are so well suited to live in it, he mimed a wonderfully funny imitation of a puddle of water, fitting itself snugly into a depression in the ground, the depression uncannily being the same shape as the puddle.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Epilogue," p. 289)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u face="verdana"&gt;On Writing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incidentally, am I alone in finding the expression "it turns out" to be incredibly useful?  It allows you to make swift, succint and authoritative connections between otherwise randomly unconnected statements without the trouble of explaining what your source or authority actually is.  It's great... because it suggests not only that whatever flimsy bit of urban mythology you are passing on is actually based on brand new, ground breaking research, but that it is research in which you yourself were intimately involved.  But again, with no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; authority anywhere in sight.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 27) - I tend to use the words "in fact" to this same end... perhaps I should incorporate "it turns out" into my vocabulary to add some variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The perennial movie, which has been about to be made for about 20 years and is even more about to made now.&lt;/span&gt;" ("April 5, 2000 interview", p. 283)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;on his new ideas: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I do them all in the rest of my career, given the speed at which they are arriving at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;" ("April 5, 2000 interview", p. 284) - this made me sad, because he surely did not get to capture all these ideas before his death in 2001; who knows what strokes of brillance were lost along with Adams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of all this being-determined-to-be-a-jack-of-a-trades, I think I'm better off just sitting down and putting a hundred thousand words in cunning order.... slowly and painfully&lt;/span&gt;." ("April 5, 2000 interview", p. 287)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Computers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;on computer cables: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dickens didn't have to crawl around under his desk trying to match plugs.  You look at the sheer yardage of Dickens's output on a shelf and you konw he never had to match plugs&lt;/span&gt;." ("Frank the Vandal," p. 90) - this had me laughing right out loud.  Mostly because I'm often found crawling around under my desk trying to match plugs.  I'm sure I could have finished my PhD at least a year earlier if I didn't have to match plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'personal' computers (a misleading term as applied to almost any machine we've seen so far).&lt;/span&gt;" ("Build It and We Will Come," p. 91)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, as our ability to manipulate numbers with these machines became more sophisticated, we wondered what might happen if we made the numbers stand for something else, like for instance, the letters of the alphabet. Bingo! An extraordinary, world changing breakthrough! We realized we had been myopically shortsighted to think that this thing was just an adding machine. It was something far more exciting. It was a typewriter!&lt;/span&gt;" ("BI &amp; WWC," pp. 91-2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u face="verdana"&gt;On Tea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a very simple principle to the making of tea, and it's this -- to get the proper flavour of tea, the water has to be boilING (not boilED) when it hits the tea leaves.&lt;/span&gt; ("Tea," p. 68) - I've been saying this for years, so it was nice to see it confirmed by an Englishman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The socially correct way of pouring tea is to put the milk in after the tea.  Social correctness has traditionally had nothing whatever to do with reason, logic or physics.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Tea," p. 69)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Misc&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody lies to people with clipboards.&lt;/span&gt;" ("BI &amp; WWC," p. 93)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Present someone with a questionnaire clipboard and they lie.  A friend of mine once had a job preparing a questionnaire for people to fill in on the web.  He said the information they got back was enormously heartening about the state of the world.  For instance, did you konw that almost 90% of the population are CEOs of their own companies and earn over a million dollars a year?&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 125)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time travel?  I believe there are people regularly travelling back from the future and interfering with our lives on a daily basis.  The evidence is all around us.  I'm talking about how every time we make an insurance claim we discover that somehow mysteriously the exact thing we're claiming is now precisely excluded from our policy.&lt;/span&gt;" ("Time Travel," p. 121)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... big corporations don't particularly like to hear about protecting endangered wildlife.  You lose a lot of money to endangered wildlife.&lt;/span&gt;" ("April 5, 2000 interview", p. 285)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From the Unfinished Manuscript of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Salmon of Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even he, to whom most things that most people would think were pretty smart were pretty dumb, thought it was pretty smart.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 205)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He didn't like beautiful women.  They upset him with their grace, their charm, the utter loveliness and their complete refusal to go out to dinner with him.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 210)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was constantly reminded of how startingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 233)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He had no money.  None of his own at least.  He had some of the bank's money, but how much he had no idea.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 228)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t seemed to him for a moment that the [unopened bank statements] were vibrating slightly, and even that the whole of space and time was beginning to revolve slowly around them and get sucked into the event horizon, but he was probably imagining it.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 228) - I know someone like this.  Some people, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The actual building was old and dilapitated and remained standing more out of habit than from any inherent structural integrity...&lt;/span&gt;" - I know a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;".&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..syphilitic idiocy and blitheringness..&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 260) - this might be the best expression I've ever heard... I can think of a choice few people who I would use this to describe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now, I'm pretty sure that I had more things from this book that I wanted to record for posterity. They are probably scrawled on a scrap of a napkin that is stuffed in the pocket of some pair of pants I haven't worn in ages, or was accidentally thrown away.  If I ever do find them, I'll add them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*btw, &lt;a href="http://oat.tao.ca/blog/21"&gt;Jody&lt;/a&gt;, if you are reading... &lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/mostly-harmless.html"&gt;what's VPL mean in Tranna&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Adams, Douglas.  The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time.  &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;London: Macmillan, 2002.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115804169811791183?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115804169811791183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115804169811791183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115804169811791183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115804169811791183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/10/salmon-of-doubt.html' title='The Salmon of Doubt'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115869223798142491</id><published>2006-09-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:49:18.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluff'/><title type='text'>Darwin Awards II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/darwinawards.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/320/darwinawards.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rarely does a sequel surpass the original.  OK, I admit it, I never read the original.  I don't think it actually matters.  I just picked this up because I saw it at the library and I enjoy laughing at other people's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the spectacular ways that people ended up  dead, thus earning themselves a &lt;a href="http://www.darwinawards.com/"&gt;Darwin Award&lt;/a&gt; included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the women who died of a skull fracture after falling from her 13 cm platform sandals*.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the religious dude who drowned in his bath after slipping on a bar of soap while he was practising trying to walk on water to be more like Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the guy who died in a forklift accident while making a forklift safety video&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the shepherd who was shot to death when one of his sheep stepped on his rifle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*In the interest of full disclosure, I'd like to point out that my platform sandals are only 9.5 cm tall.  And my platform boots, 11 cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Northcutt, Wendy.  &lt;a class="largeAnchor" title="The Darwin awards II : unnatural selection / Wendy Northcutt." href="http://ipac2.vpl.ca/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=11586966N4VO6.2970&amp;profile=pac&amp;amp;uri=search=ATITL%7E%21The%20Darwin%20awards%20II%20:%20unnatural%20selection%20/&amp;term=The%20Darwin%20awards%20II%20:%20unnatural%20selection%20/%20Wendy%20Northcutt.&amp;amp;aspect=subtab13&amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon"&gt;The Darwin awards II : unnatural selection&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;New York : Dutton, 2001.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115869223798142491?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115869223798142491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115869223798142491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115869223798142491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115869223798142491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/darwin-awards-ii.html' title='Darwin Awards II'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115803149412743818</id><published>2006-09-11T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:16:19.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>The Long Dark Tea-Time of The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/long%20dark%20teatime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/320/long%20dark%20teatime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As part of my &lt;a href="http://www.douglasadams.com/"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/a&gt; kick, I read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long_Dark_Tea-time_of_the_Soul"&gt;The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stared at them with the worried from of a drunk trying to work out why the door is dancing.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 17)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The room was not a room to elevate the soul.  Louis XIV, to pick a name at random, would have found it not sunny enough, and insufficiently full of mirrors.  He would have desired someone to pick up the socks, put the records away, and maybe burn the place down.  Michelangelo would have been distressed by its proportions, which were neither lofty nor shaped by any noticeable inner harmony or symmetry, other than that all parts of the room were pretty much equally full of old coffee mugs, shoes and brimming ashtrays, most of which were now sharing their tasks with each other.  The walls were painted in almost precisely that shade of green which Raffaello Sanzio would have bitten off his own right hand at the wrist rather than use, and Hercules, on seeing the room, would probably have returned half an hour later armed with a navigable river.  It was, in short, a dump, and was likely to remain so for as long as it remained in the custody of Mr. Svlad, or "Dirk" Gently, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cjelli.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.20) - man, this sounds like my old apartment.  God, that place needed a navigable river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He lay there with a terrible sense of worry and guilt about something weighing on his shoulders.  He wished he could forget about it, and promptly did.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mail on the doormat consisted of the usual things: a rude letter threatening to take away his American Express card, an invitation to apply for an American Express card, and a few bills of the more hysterical and unrealistic type.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...his method of "Zen" navigation, which was simply to find any car that looked as if it knew where it was going and follow it.  The results were more often surprising than successful, but he felt it was worth it for the sake of the few occasions when it was both.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was an air of tension and of sadness and of things needing to be cleaned out from under the bed.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.45)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was of course the last person to judge somebody by the colour of their skin - or if not absolutely the last, she had at least done it as recently as yesterday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 63) - I laughed and laughed and laughed when I read this.  I love the way Adams plays with language like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glue technology had obviously not progressed in that country to the point where things could be successfully held together with it.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 77)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...they had been translated from the Chinese via the Japanese and seemed to have enjoyed many adventures on the way.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 77)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(after rear-ending Kate:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Do you have a lawyer?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Yes, I do, as a matter of fact,' said Kate.  She said it with vim and hauteur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Is he any good?' said the man in the hat? 'I'm going to need one. Mine's popped into prison for a while.'&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 119-120)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had the sort of day that would make St. Francis of Assisi kick babies.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 122) - sounds like my life of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was widely reported in the press.  I expect you missed it through being conconscious.  I myself missed it through rampant apathy&lt;/span&gt;." (p.123)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable.  But like most fantastically, wildly improbably ideas, it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.124)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sound of Michael Jackson in the other bar mingled with the mournful intermittence of the glass-cleaning machine in this one to create an aural ambience which perfectly matched the elderly paintwork in its dinginess.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.126)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... at the small corner table she had found away from the fat, T-shirted hostility of the bar.&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 126)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't see why I still read his books.  It's perfectly clear his editor doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.126)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbably lacks.  How often have you been presented with an apparently rational explanation of something which works in all respects other than one, which is just that it is hopelessly improbable?  Your instinct is to say, "Yes, but he or she simply wouldn't do that.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.132) - oh ya, been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... caught in the middle of a rush hour traffic jam that had started in the late nineteen seventies and which, at a quarter to ten on this Thursday evening, still showed no signs of abating...&lt;/span&gt;" (p. 148)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same two damn people who had been the bane of his life for the entire day (he allowed himself this slight exaggeration on the grounds of extreme provocation) had now flagrantly and deliberately disappeared in front of his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;" (p.213)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;Adams, Douglas.  The Long Dark Tea-Time of The Soul.  Toronto: Stoddart, 1988.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115803149412743818?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115803149412743818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115803149412743818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115803149412743818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115803149412743818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-dark-tea-time-of-soul.html' title='The Long Dark Tea-Time of The Soul'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115733666006950101</id><published>2006-09-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:44:50.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluff'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/IntoYou.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/400/IntoYou.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read this book on the beach today -- I'm spending my long weekend at my friend Rachel's place and we decided to go to the beach, but since I didn't have anything to read, I borrowed this book. She said it was a quick read and entertaining - which it was! Not sure I 100% buy all the stuff... like the suggestion that if a guy is interested he'll call you so you should never call him... I mean, yes, I agree that if he's not calling, he's not into you, but I don't think there is anything wrong with calling, as long as it is reciprocated. But I find that I'm often quite guy-like in my thinking, so perhaps I'm just a bit of an anomoly. I do like that they stress the idea that "you are too good and life is too short to put up with crap!" Hear, hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of the lines that really made me laugh in this book included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The word "busy" is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He just cheated on you and called you fat.  How many low-self-esteem protein shakes can one person drink?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If he has a problem with anything in your relationship, he's supposed to talk to you about it, not put-his-penis-in-a-strange-vagina about it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100% of guys polled said that they had never accidentally slept with anyone.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't talk your way out of a breakup.  It is not up for discussion.  A breakup is a definitive action, not a democratic one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;And remember, life is too short to waste on the crazies - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't waste the pretty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115733666006950101?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115733666006950101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115733666006950101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115733666006950101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115733666006950101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115433682768145678</id><published>2006-07-31T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:44:12.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Random Quotations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a spot for random quotations that I like (which may or may not be from actual books).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If religions was based on scientific evidence it would be called&lt;br /&gt;"science"... and no one would believe it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Stephen Colbert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A proof is a proof. What kind of a proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof. And when you have a good proof, it's because it's proven." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Jean Chretien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Average is as close to the bottom as it is to the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Lulu Lemon poster&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115433682768145678?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115433682768145678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115433682768145678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115433682768145678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115433682768145678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-quotations.html' title='Random Quotations'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115411522935991925</id><published>2006-07-28T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:08:31.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>Mostly Harmless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/mostlyharmless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/400/mostlyharmless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've recently re-read the increasingly inaccurately named Hitchhiker's Trilogy. I'd like to put my posts for these books in the correct order but, as fate would have it, was on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mostly_Harmless"&gt;book 5&lt;/a&gt; by the time I decided to start this blog. So I'm starting with the last book and working backwards (with some other books in between, I'm sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a bit of a &lt;a href="http://www.douglasadams.com/"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/a&gt; kick, so expect to see a post on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Salmon_of_Doubt"&gt;The Salmon of Doubt&lt;/a&gt;, which I'm reading right now (and, incidentally, I highly recommend), in addition the rest of the trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book opens with the following written on the first 4 pages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything that happens, happens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything that, in happening, causes something to happen, causes something to happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen, happens again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found this fairly amusing. Shortly after reading Mostly Harmless, I started reading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Salmon_of_Doubt"&gt;The Salmon of Doubt&lt;/a&gt;, in which Adams talks about this (so expect to hear more about it in that posting, whenever I get around to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nothing travels faster than the speed of light, with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own laws&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 9)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;One of the extraordinary things about life is the sort of places it's prepared to put up with living&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 15) - as I mentioned on &lt;a href="http://thesiswriting.blogspot.com/"&gt;my regular blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thesiswriting.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-not-in-vancouver-any-more.html"&gt;in reading this I immediately thought of Toronto&lt;/a&gt;, but it turned out he was talking about New York.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On New York (but which can equally apply to Toronto: "&lt;em&gt;In the wintertime the temperature falls below the legal minimum, or rather it would do if anybody had the common sense to set a legal minimum&lt;/em&gt;" (p. 15)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A lot of inhabitants of New York will honk on mightly abuot the pleasures of spring, but if they actually knew anything about the pleasures of spring they would know of at least five thousand nine hundred and eighty three better places to spend it than New York, and that's just on the same latitude&lt;/em&gt;" (p.16)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;... matter consists almost entirely of nothing at all. The chances of a neutrino actually hitting something as it travels through all this howling emptiness are roughly comparable to that of dropping a ball bearing at random from a cruising 747 and hitting, say, an egg sandwich&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 36) - I love physics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ford had his own code of ethics. It wasn't much of one, but it was his and he stuck by it, more or less. One rule he made was never to buy his own drinks. He wasn't sure if that counted as an ethic, but you have to go with what you've got&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 68)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The frightening thing about the Vogons was their absolute mindless determination to do whatever mindless thing it was they were determined to do. There was never any point in trying to appeal to their reason because they didn't have any. However, if you keep your nerve you could sometimes exploit their blinkered, bludgeoning insistence on being bludgeoning and blinkered&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 131) - after reading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Salmon_of_Doubt"&gt;The Salmon of Doubt&lt;/a&gt;, specifically the interview in which Douglas Adams speaks of his "radical atheism," I'd hazard a guess that he's making a veiled reference to religious zealots here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;In the spirit of scientific enquiry he hurled himself out of the window again&lt;/em&gt;." (pp. 133)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Now logic is a wonderful thing but it has, as the processes of evolution discovered, certain drawbacks. Anything that thinks logically can be fooled by some&amp;shy;thing else which thinks at least as logically as it does. The easiest way to fool a completely logical robot is to feed it the same stimulus sequence oyer and over again so it gets locked in a loop. This was best demonstrated by the famous Herring Sandwich experiments con&amp;shy;ducted millennia ago at MISPWOSO (The Maximega&amp;shy;lon Institute of Slowly and Painfully Working Out the Surprisingly Obvious). A robot was programmed to believe that it liked herring sandwiches. This was actually the most difficult part of the whole experiment. Once the robot had been programmed to believe that it liked herring sandwiches, a herring sandwich was placed in front of it. Whereupon the robot thought to itself, 'Ah! A herring sandwich! I like herring sandwiches.' It would" then bend over and scoop up the herring sandwich in its herring sandwich scoop, and then straighten up again. Unfortunately for the robot, it was fashioned in such a way that the action of straightening up caused the herring sandwich to slip straight back off its herring sandwich scoop and fall on to the floor in front of the robot. Whereupon the robot thought to itself, 'Ah! A herring sandwich. . .' etc., and repeated the same action over and over and over again. The only thing that prevented the herring sandwich from getting bored with the whole damn business and crawling off in search of other ways of passing the time was that the herring sandwich, being just a bit of dead fish between a couple of slices of bread, was marginally less alert to what was going on than was the robot. The scientists at the Institute thus discovered the driving force behind all change, development and inno&amp;shy;vation in life, which was this: herring sandwiches. They published a paper to this effect, which was widely criticized as being extremely stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; " (pp. 51-52)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115411522935991925?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115411522935991925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115411522935991925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115411522935991925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115411522935991925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/mostly-harmless.html' title='Mostly Harmless'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115342177230636630</id><published>2006-07-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:54:34.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Nothing's Sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/nothingssacred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/400/nothingssacred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a big fan of the Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Despite not having cable for the last 5+ years, I've always kept up with the show by watching clips on the Comedy Central website. All of their correspondents are hilarious and Lewis Black is no exception. He yells and rants like a neo-Con, but he's totally a lefty. So he's yelling and ranting about things that drive me crazy, things that make me yell and rant too. So when I saw this book of his at the library, I knew it would be a good read. I think Jon Stewart summed it up well in his quotation on the back of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lewis Black is the only person I know who can actually yell in print form.&lt;br /&gt;-Jon Stewart&lt;/blockquote&gt;The first quotation from this book that is worth recording is the dedication:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This book is dedicated to all of my friends who helped me get to where I am today -- you know who you are... and when I find you I am going to kill you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now that's a dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other fine quotations come from the chapter titles and/or their taglines, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I doing writing a book? I can't sit still for that long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pledge of Allegiance... with liberty and Starbucks for all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Brother, Ron -- The good do die young and pricks do live forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there is a hell, it is modeled after junior high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real world is just like high school, only there are more places to eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Post Office - Fuck you, Ben Franklin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing may just be an excuse to have the whole day to masturbate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;College prepares you for the real world.  Graduate school prepares you for an even realer world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now, lest you think I only read the chapter titles, here are a few quotations from the body of the book that I really liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...no child, ever, has said the words "under God" and experienced the rapture&lt;/em&gt;" (p. 15)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And I think that it takes a lot of balls for heterosexuals to make a fuss over this issue&lt;/em&gt; [gay marriage], &lt;em&gt;considering 50 percent of us can't even stay married. It's not like we have a lock on this institution&lt;/em&gt;" (p. 30) - this reminds me of a point made by a friend of mine a few years ago. After watching "Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire?" he said, "Ya, and &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; are going to destroy the sanctity of marriage!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I had become really good at getting good grades - a skill you can learn without learning anything else at the same time&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 79) - that's a total frustration of mine... tests never seem to test what you've actually &lt;u&gt;learned&lt;/u&gt;, just what you've memorized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I still wonder how you can elect a leader of the free world who has never seen the world. For God's sake, the man never even made it to Canada. That's almost impossible. Even drunk on a bet you can make it to Canada&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 101)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tech support is actually code for 'No one is here, no one has ever been here. We could give a shit. You didn't pay enough for this thing in the first place, and besides, it works by magic&lt;/em&gt;." (i. 136)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you were a parent at that time, however, you had reason to count your blessings because, as part of the tax cut package, you would received a check from the feds for four hundred dollars for every child you had. Which really paid off for those couples that had, say, a thousand kids."&lt;/em&gt; (p. 169)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If curling is an Olympic sport, then oral sex is sex. And even if someone is bad at it, they should still get a fucking medal&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 175)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We were in the midst of an energy crisis and in order to conserve, the school would shut down for the month.  This was 1975.  And since then we have done nothing, I mean, squat, zilch, nada, to deal with our energy problems&lt;/em&gt;." (p.198) - Isn't that a little terrifying?  I mean, that was before I was born!  And I'm old!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And I went down to see the dean of students, with whom I'd already become enamored because he'd begun discussing the fact that they were thinking of throwing me out of school.  I had a tendency to tell the faculty at every turn, in so many words, bascially that they were full of shit&lt;/em&gt;." (p. 199)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Describing a scene in Houston, Texas: "&lt;em&gt;It was a shocking epiphany... there, on one corner, was a Starbucks.  A rather common sight, to be sure.  But across the street in an office building that was a mirror image of the structure holding the Starbucks... stood another Starbucks..  At first I looked back and forth, convinced the sun was playing tricks on my eyes.  I thought, let me lok at this Starbucks, and when I turn around, there couldn't possibly be a Starbucks behind me.  After all, I reasoned, if there was a just and loving God, he certainly wouldn't allow this shit to happen&lt;/em&gt;." - Clearly, Lewis has not been to Vancouver, where this is a relatively common sight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115342177230636630?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115342177230636630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115342177230636630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115342177230636630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115342177230636630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothings-sacred.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Sacred'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115320492637027847</id><published>2006-07-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:38:26.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><title type='text'>Rich Dad, Poor Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/1600/rich%20dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/11/904/400/rich%20dad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, I've been hearing about this book a lot lately.  I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.  Like every second person I talked to mentioned it.  So I decided to check it out.  After waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a while&lt;/span&gt; (being 27th on the waiting list at &lt;a href="http://www.vpl.vancouver.bc.ca/"&gt;VPL&lt;/a&gt;), I got the book and, quite honestly, I couldn't put it down.  I didn't find it to be very well written (far too repetitive for my liking), but for some reason I found the book fascinating.  Now, I don't agree with some of the things he says... most notably, his views on taxes.  Basically, he feels that taxes just penalize the poor &amp; middle class, because the rich hire expensive accountants to get them out of paying taxes and the government wastes the tax money you give them anyway.  But to me, this means that we should be fixing our tax system so that the rich pay their fair share and to eliminate government waste, making sure that tax money goes to the things it's meant to go to.  Things like education, research and health care are, in my opinion, far too important to be run by corporate interests.  But I did find many of the things that he says in this book thought-provoking.  I definitely like the idea of having my money work for me rather than working for my money (but that could be because I work for very, very little money!).  I also like the idea of working to learn things and the recommendation to never stopping learning.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the quotations I liked from this book were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you win and sometimes you learn&lt;/span&gt;" - I thought this really reflects a great attitude... we can always learn from our "mistakes," right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money is an illusion&lt;/span&gt;" - This is a good one to keep in mind should I ever get around to investing... I think it would help with the fear of losing money on an investment... you shouldn't really be investing money that you can't afford to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. history repeats itself because we do not learn from history.  We only memorize historical dates and names, not the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;" - This one made me think of science.  I often say that (or complain about, really) we don't really teach kids science, we teach them the history of science.  We have them memorize facts as if they are, and always were, set in stone, but we rarely teach them about the process of science, which is really what science is all about.  Science is far more exciting than knowing that there are 206 bones in the human body and the atomic mass of calcium is 40.078 amu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most people never see these opportunities because they are looking for money and security, so that's all they get.  The moment you see on opportunity, you will see them for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;" - This one made me think of my sister.  My sister is truly an entrepreneur... she sees business opportunities all over the place.  I hope to ride her coat-tails as she builds her empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115320492637027847?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115320492637027847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115320492637027847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115320492637027847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115320492637027847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/rich-dad-poor-dad.html' title='Rich Dad, Poor Dad'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115412819071066343</id><published>2006-07-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:16:50.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administrivia'/><title type='text'>All The Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="title"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the books I've made postings on, in alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Title:&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/darwin-awards-ii.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/br-cde.html"&gt;bär cōde: Your Personal Pocket Decoder ot the Modern Dating Scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Idiots Guide to Programming Basics - coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/darwin-awards-ii.html"&gt;Darwin Awards II, The&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-universe-and-everything.html"&gt;Life, the Universe and Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-dark-tea-time-of-soul.html"&gt;Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul, The&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math Gene, The&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minority Report, The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/mostly-harmless.html"&gt;Mostly Harmless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothings-sacred.html"&gt;Nothing's Sacred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-wanted-on-voyage.html"&gt;Not Wanted on the Voyage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Race Against Time - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-quotations.html"&gt;Random Quotations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/restaurant-at-end-of-universe.html"&gt;Restaurant at the End of the Universe, The&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/rich-dad-poor-dad.html"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html"&gt;So Long and Thanks for All the Fish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/10/salmon-of-doubt.html"&gt;Salmon of Doubt, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/10/salmon-of-doubt.html"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Selfish Gene, The - coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/01/stranger.html"&gt;Stranger, The&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="author"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Author:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adams, Douglas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/restaurant-at-end-of-universe.html"&gt;The Restaurant at the End of the Universe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-universe-and-everything.html"&gt;Life, the Universe and Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html"&gt;So Long and Thanks for All the Fish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/mostly-harmless.html"&gt;Mostly Harmless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/10/salmon-of-doubt.html"&gt;The Salmon of Doubt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-dark-tea-time-of-soul.html"&gt;The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="8"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behrendt, Greg (with Tuccillo, Liz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black, Lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothings-sacred.html"&gt;Nothing's Sacred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camus, Albert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/01/stranger.html"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;David, Ian  (with Stephanie Naman &amp; Wendy Tatum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/br-cde.html"&gt;bär cōde: Your Personal Pocket Decoder ot the Modern Dating Scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dawkins, Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Selfish Gene - coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devlin, Keith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Math Gene - coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dick, Philip K.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Minority Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Findley, Timothy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-wanted-on-voyage.html"&gt;Not Wanted on the Voyage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiyosaki, Robert &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/rich-dad-poor-dad.html"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lewis, Stephen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Race Against Time - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naman, Stephanie (with Wendy Tatum &amp;amp; Ian David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/br-cde.html"&gt;bär cōde: Your Personal Pocket Decoder ot the Modern Dating Scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Northcutt, Wendy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/darwin-awards-ii.html"&gt;The Darwin Awards II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tatum, Wendy (with Stephanie Naman &amp;amp; Ian David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/br-cde.html"&gt;bär cōde: Your Personal Pocket Decoder ot the Modern Dating Scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuccillo, Liz (with Behrendt, Greg)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walnum, Clayton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Idiots Guide to Programming Basics - coming soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilde, Oscar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various Authors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-quotations.html"&gt;Random Quotations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="author"&gt;Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/11/sex-life-of-lab-rats.html"&gt;Sex Life of Lab Rats, The&lt;/a&gt; by Christopher Doda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115412819071066343?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115412819071066343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115412819071066343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115412819071066343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115412819071066343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-books.html' title='All The Books'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31280707.post-115320142973195871</id><published>2006-07-17T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:43:49.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administrivia'/><title type='text'>Why A Blog</title><content type='html'>I tend to read a lot of books.  Right now I have three different books on the go, with several others also checked out of the library.  I also tend to have a very poor memory for things I've read (or movies I've seen, or things I've said and done, or... well, you get the idea).  So I often write down quotations from books as I read, to try to remember the good stuff.  Of course, due to the aforementioned poor memory, I usually can't find the paper/napkin/envelope/person on which I wrote down the aforementioned quotations.  I started writing them down in a little red notebook, which is handy for when I'm reading on the bus but not so handy when I lose the notebook for a week and a half (which I did recently).  So I thought that perhaps a blog for these quotations (and the occasional reflection) might be a good way of keeping all this stuff together... I mean, I can't misplace the internet, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't anticipate that this blog will be all that interesting to anyone but me, so I'm not going to advertise it.  Let's just see how long it takes before someone stumbles upon it on my Profile page...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31280707-115320142973195871?l=verywellread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/feeds/115320142973195871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31280707&amp;postID=115320142973195871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115320142973195871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31280707/posts/default/115320142973195871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verywellread.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-blog.html' title='Why A Blog'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288949329731578611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/1721951168_bc1a73ed09_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
