Thursday, May 31, 2007

Book Review: The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

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This one I finished a week or so ago. It was recommended to me by an instructor. I was out of books and because I’m hitting up the library for reading material, I decided to give it a go.

I had always figured this book was about rye farmers, but I cracked it open to realize it takes place mostly in New York City. Go figure. Anyway, I liked this book. It was like a long dramatic monologue—where you learn more about the speaker than the actual topic.

Poor Holden acts like the world is weighing on his shoulders. Haven’t we all felt like that, though? That things would be better if we actually could bear the weight and relieve the misery we see in others even though we may be miserable for doing so. I was a little suspicious of Holden, though. He had a weird fascination with kids. Although he was disturbed by waking up to his former teacher petting his head, he didn’t have a problem sneaking into his younger sister’s room and watching her sleep—or at least go through her things.

The book was so good that I read it pretty darn quick. Remember that morning I slept in until 11am? (I still can’t believe I slept that late.) Well, that night I snuck 20-30 minutes of reading in before I fell asleep—all despite the fact I was pretty tired that night. That’s saying a lot for a book, because if a book sucks, I’m going straight to sleep.

My only problem: I kept thinking about the movie “The Good Girl” and how Jake Gyllenhaal's character refers to himself as Holden. That movie was okay, but I still think Jennifer Aniston could have been uglier.

If you haven’t ever been required to, go ahead and read it. It’s worth it.

Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Week #21

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T. Budnik

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Week #20

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T. Budnik

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Sundays I Write Letters
(real ones this week)

RE: BOOK REIVEW—UNLOCKING THE AIR
Dear KBezzie,
Thank you for identifying with my inability to get into this collection of stories.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
You have made the right decision.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: BOOK REVIEW—MOONLIGHT CHRONICLES
Dear Mom,
I’m not sure if you read my review right. I LOVED this book. I’m so glad I hooked up with this whore of a book.

I highly recommend you read it.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
Truly, my success will be your success. Maybe we should keep this on the down-low. We could make it into some nice tabloid headlines: Hobag Sister Sells Early Writings on EBay! Of course, it’d only be the headline on one of those nerdy writing magazines.

Um, I think you totally would have to be an artist if you’re gonna be a hobo.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: WEEK #19
Dear KBezzie,
I would adore having lizards in my apartment over spiders and other bugs. I don’t mind lizards. Who could after all of those Geico commercials?

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
Nah, I wouldn’t scream for some lizards. I don’t mind them. I haven’t come across any snakes, so they could be another story.

Thanks for the list advice.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: LISTEN
Dear KBezzie,
That sucks that you slept in on Friday. How come your man can’t get himself up?

I guess it’s cosmic both of our shoes had holes in the heels. Of course, mine was a dream shoe. All of my real shoes are fine.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
Oh, you wanna know why I’m not in bed by 8pm? It’s because you’re zonked out on the pre-sleep unit by 7pm and can't tell me to go to bed! Haha!

And, just to let you know, I never stink, whether I’ve had a shower or not. I don’t know what it is, I just always smell like roses.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Listen


Thursday morning I woke up, thinking about how good of a sleep I was in, and how lovely the sunny weather was (I always sleep with my blinds open because I like waking to sunlight). Then, I took a peek at my cellphone, for it's my main alarm clock and I did remember turning it off once, and there I saw 11:05am. I had scheduled a meeting with an instructor I've been trying to meet with for the last three weeks at 11am. Fah-huck!

I pulled off my pajamas, put on the first clothes I grabbed from my closet, dragged a comb through my hair, grabbed my bag (thank goodness I put everything I needed in it the night before), got a bottle of water from the fridge, and hurriedly walked to school. I got there at 11:15am. The instructor told me she didn't even notice I was late. Hopefully she didn't notice I didn't have time to brush my teeth or wash my face.


If you don't know, I can't sleep in past 10am without waking up, looking at the time, and deciding I want to go back to bed. Rarely do I ever want to sleep past 10am. And, to sleep straight until 10am, I must have been up until 3:30-4:00am. But Thursday morning I slept solid from when my alarm originally went off at 7am until 11:05am.


All of Wednesday I was feeling tired. I didn't have to go to school in the morning, so I skipped the morning Diet Coke I'm becoming accustomed to. I took a 45 minute nap in the middle of the morning. At night I was drowsy and while reading I rested my eyes for 15 minutes. I was fighting a sleepy feeling all day and kept myself up until 12:00-1:00am.


Then, in this most wonderful sleep, I had a dream about my tennis shoes. I was putting them on when I decided to check out the soles. One of my shoes had a huge hole in the heal. Apparently, my dream-self couldn't feel this hole, but decided I needed a new pair of shoes and also decided to put it off and wear the shoes anyway.


See, I need to listen. If I had just listened to my tired body, I would have gone to bed earlier on Wednesday night. My dream was just an example of what I was doing. In real life, I'd never wear a pair of shoes with a hole in the sole, whether I could feel it or not. It was ridiculous in my dream to ignore it just as it was ridiculous in real life to ignore my tiredness.


Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Week #19

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Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Monday, May 14, 2007

Book Review: The Moonlight Chronicles by D. Price

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This is the book I cheated on Unlocking the Air with. It was so worth it. I couldn't resist.

D(an). Price tells little stories with lots of drawings. This book is pretty much a journal of a summer. I came across Dan Price because I was researching shoes for a course I dropped after the first class. Of course I took a look at Simple Shoes because they are often an example of good marketing. Dan Price does illustrations for Simple Shoes, so from their website I linked to his. Moonlight Chronicles is also a zine that he creates.

I'm not sure if I liked this book more because of the stories or because of the style. Or maybe I'm just enamored with the lifestyle of a hobo artist. Wouldn't it be great just to travel and write and enjoy the outdoors (minus creepy spiders and such, although, I'm not sure if spiders are so creepy when they're outside)? The style is that like the little stories I have written for birthdays--I think Kaye, Gene, and Birdie have all gotten one. Dan Price's style is way more sophisticated and complete. My little stories are lacking a bit and I can only work towards his level.

This was definitely one of those books I'll hold onto for a long time and probably reread it (it's an easy read, by the way).

Read it. Love it.

Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Book Review: Unlocking the Air and Other Stories by Ursula K. Le Guin

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Whew! I am finally done with this book. I'm the type of person who finishes every book I start, whether I like it or not. This was one of those books I finished just because I started it. I seriously could not get into this book. Never did I feel excited about reading it. I couldn't even tell you what half of the stories were about.

And, about 3/4 of the way through, I got distracted by another book. That's pretty bad when you cheat on a book with another book. We all know that magazines and newspapers don't mean anything. But cheatin' with another book? Well, that just sabotages any relationship. I cannot wait to tell y'all about this other book, too.

I'll give Unlocking the Air the benefit of the doubt and say I just wasn't in the right mood for stories of this kind, but don't read it if you've got some other book you'd rather be reading.

Enjoy!
T. Budnik
Sundays I Write Letters

Dear Sunshine and Lollipops,

I'm gonna try my hardest to think about you so I don't think about how my computer tech people stood me up--they made an appointment to call me about my slow clock and then never called. But, they did send an email informing me that it was a pleasure resolving the issue.

I'm gonna try my hardest to think about you so I don't think about KBezzie's cockroach stories and how a co-worker confirmed it. I don't want to think about cockroaches.

I'd much rather think about you, Sunshine and Lollipops. You're nicer than the fact that this quarter is coming to a close and as of now I'm only depending on Jack and Shit to show for critique.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik

Friday, May 11, 2007

Cockroaches and such.

I can't remember if I ever shared the essay I wrote about the moth that entered my dorm room the day before I went home for Thanksgiving my senior year of college. The essay was about how the moth haunted me because I saw it fly in through the vent above the door and after a couple of attempts to kill it, it fluttered away to some unknown location. I couldn't find the moth and so I thought about it and what it possibly was doing. It was frightening, but very anti-climatic when I found it dead under my bed when I was packing up for the summer.

Haha! MOTHS! What a joke!

Monday, or maybe Tuesday morning, I was on my way out of the apartment to get my day started. I was halfway down the first staircase when I saw it: this ginormous cockroach chillin' right in front of the door. I was paralyzed in fear for 30-60 seconds while I figured out what I had to do. It was the same reaction I had when I found the ginormous spider in my bedroom.

This is the second cockroach I've found. The first one was in the half bathroom. With that one I got my roommate to kill it (I had heard her up and figured she'd be willing to help me out). I was pretty sure she was still sleeping when I came across this one and I'm too polite to wake a person over a cockroach. So, I had to kill it myself. I eased down the stairs, paused, and stamped my right foot on it. (Thank the lord I was wearing my tennis shoes.) I turned on the light to get a look at the damage. It tried to scurry it's crippled self away.

I stamped again and started shaking and breathing hard. Oh god, that was frightening and disgusting. I couldn't deal with the carcass and left.

After thinking about this fear, I'm not sure if it's just the fear that had me shaking. I think it's also the killing. Something about the crunch, the meaty squish, the half-alive skitter. I don't like to kill bugs and such, but I'm so afraid of them that I could never just capture one in a jar and release it into the wild. What am I to do? Well, I need to call the apartment people and get them to spray for bugs.

Growing up, Ma Mère and Mon Père used to tell me that I wouldn't want to live in the Lower 48 because of all the bugs. Boy were they right!

Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Week #18

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Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Sundays I Write Letters
Dear Life,

A couple of days this past week you found me being quite the bitch over the phone to some quite innocent tech support people. I don't like this. Sure, my brand new laptop that I dropped almost $1000 on didn't work and the replacement they sent me doesn't work any better and doesn't keep time, but really, do I need to get upset about this?

After I hung up with tech support, I felt like talking to a person who would listen. But, I realized that I don't really call anyone just for the hell of it. And I felt guilty that I would call someone, anyone, to piss n' moan about my computer problems when I don't call them to shoot the shit. I did make one call, but I didn't leave a message so they would call me back. Good.

If I do call people to piss n' moan, shouldn't it be about life? About friends not being friends? Boy problems? Or wizards?

So, I've decided instead of having my computer up and running and listening to music for hours and mindlessly wandering the Internet to kill time, I've decided to only check my email in the morning and evening. To only have my computer on when I need to write, do research, pay bills, or update the ol' blog. To only read my daily blogs and news sites once a day and be done with it.

I've done this for a couple of days now, and while I think I can take it a bit further, It's been nice. I've written in my journal a couple more times than I would have. I even started on a side project. And, I have plans to call people and simply shoot the shit.

Oh, and I've even spent time reading a book. Of course that could be because the book is just so damn good, but I'll save the details for the review.

Anyway, Life, I'm changing you. I'm not removing the technology, but I'm changing how I use it. It's so not worth working myself up for microchips. I'll save my frustration for something a little more real.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik

P.S. My pants feel a bit snug. I'm not going to remove the chocolate, but I'm going to change how I use it.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Week #17

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Enjoy!
T. Budnik