There are places I remember,
all my life
- though some have changed

Some forever, not for better
some are gone and some remain
All these places had their meanings
with lovers and friends I still can recall
some are dead and some are living
in my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
there is no one who compares with you
and these memories lose their meaning
when I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection
for people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
in my life,
I love you more

-beatles (though i'm listening to judy collins version..rockin)


AMERICAN GLADIATOR

My older brother got me a pretty kool christmas present this year. Not that the other gifts weren't super kool, but at the moment I am reading this one. So thats that. I haven't even read a fifth of it yet, cuz it's such a mass of paper, but it is truly a delight. I have only read one other book in my literate history that gave me no clue as to what I would be able to expect from the cover or insets, and that book was The Catcher in the Rye, and I really didnt dig that book at all. Perhaps it was wasted on my youth, but I have to admit I'm just not a fan. This book, however takes the catcher, and sends him out for chinese food cuz it's quite good, quite good indeed. I loved the title; A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I loved the title because it is the exact sort of title that I'd slap across the front of one of my desperately thoughtful essays minutes before a deadline. The humor is personal and I, who often laugh out loud while reading books but hardly ever during online conversations.... have enjoyed many chuckles so far.

I have read bunches of books, quite a few of them memoirs, over the course of the last few years, especially these past few months do to the wonder that was my autobiography class. And although a couple of these memoirs reflected lives that chronologically overlapped with mine own at one point... most of them have been published for years and years before my own literate stumblings and so if there was anything I could find in them to identify with, it was just the bare-general truths of childhood and family and recently, of highschool trials and tragedies. However I suppose what is just becoming revelent to me is that as I grow, these memoirs will become richer in that I will be able to identify with the poverty, joblessness, and complete adult fatigue and exhaustion that comes with the next few stages of my life. haha.. blue skies... I dont know it just seems to me that I should have realized this more specifically before, and yet haven't. I suppose I realize this now because this book refers to television shows, and radio programs right out of my own childhood. It isn't exactly about childhood in the 90's... but that element does add to the book's initial charm. =-)


not to be abrupt or anything.. but enough.

oh striker, in my life, i love you more