An Update on the “100 Books Challenge”

This is what I feel like, when I actually force myself to update!

Okay, let’s talk about White Teeth by Zadie Smith. I’m not going to lie, at first it didn’t seem like it was going to be my cup of tea. Not that the story itself is uninteresting, but it took me awhile to get into the groove of it. One of those fun-to-read books that I would forget about as soon as I put it down for the day.

We begin the story with Archie, one of our main characters, locked in a car, trying to gas himself to death. Crazy stuff, and one would think that this would grab my attention right off, and it did – until I put it down. I can’t explain it, but the further I’ve read, the more engaged I’ve become, in a way that I simply wasn’t at the start. We’re dealing with marital conflicts, adultery, war, domestic abuse, unprotected teenaged sex, kidnapping, and a massive amount of racial undertones, so what’s not to be interested in, really? I’m pretty much hooked, now. Last night, I left my characters in an awful storm, which causes some pretty hefty damage, and I can’t wait to continue the story, again, today.

A passage that I particularly like reads:

For there were those who were quietly pleased that Alsana Iqbal, with her big house and her blacky-white friends and her husband who looked like Omar Sharif and her son who spoke like the Prince of Wales, was now living in doubt and uncertainty like the rest of them, learning to wear misery like old familiar silk. There was a certain satisfaction in it…Oh, there was a certain pleasure. And don’t ever underestimate people, don’t ever underestimate the pleasure they receive from viewing pain that is not their own, from delivering bad news, watching bombs fall on television, from listening to stifled sobs from the other end of the telephone line (177).

The previous passage is not only beautifully written, but it breaks my heart, how true it is. It reminded me of a quote that reads “Don’t tell your problems to people: eighty percent don’t care; and the other twenty percent are glad you have them” by Lou Holtz (who was a football coach – obvs, I’m not a huge football fan, but the quote is still relevant). How unfortunate is it that we lack compassion, so much, that we often find pleasure at the expense of others? No one wants to admit it, but I can completely agree with this. There is proof in every piece of gossip that someone has run to tell me and when I have done the same. We are awful to each other, at times, regardless of our good intentions. This quote makes me rethink every breakdown I’ve ever had in the midst of another human being. Ha! I was reaching for any writing utensil, in my vicinity, so I could underline it with all my might.

So far, I’m really loving our first read. I hope some of you will decide to join us in our journey through 100 novels! When I finish this sucker, I’ll give you my final verdict. Mike, over at One Mundane Life, will also have his opinion up soon, I imagine, so keep checking back! We officially have our next book picked out, so that will also be announced soon. Get excited.

xoxoxo
Ash

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I Really Need to Update

Which I will do tonight or tomorrow. An ACTUAL update. For now, these super awesome photos will have to suffice.


Clearly, I love my best friends. Also, I will have an update on White Teeth for all of you ladies and gents who wanted to follow our progress through TIME’S 100 Greatest Novels. I cross my heart that I will be more diligent in updating about that. As of now, I’m going to start the day. Hope you’re all enjoying your weekends!

xoxoxo
Ash

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“Where’s Your Shame, Woman?”

I came across this riveting video on one of my favorite feminist blogs, this afternoon. Of course, I chuckled my way through it, and I am still resisting the urge to track this dude down, just so I can talk to him about what in the world goes through his head. (The title of this post is one of my favorite quotes from the video, by the way.) It is amazing, to me, that there are actually people like this in the world. As if Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church weren’t enough, now we have even more misogyny and ridiculousness to love. Can I get any ladies or gents to volunteer to crash one of these services with me? Oh, my bad. I should shut my mouth, because this is America and men can believe whatever they want to believe. Gosh darn it, what makes me think that I have any opinions, anyway? Apparently, I’m just a woman, sending this country on the fast-track to hell. America isn’t screwed, because our debt rises about $3.97 billion per day. We’re not in any trouble, because we’re constantly involved in wars, and it’s definitely not because we live in a culture that belittles and shames more than half of its population, simply because of what is between our legs. We are in trouble because these damn women have too much power, that’s why! They’re making decisions, now, and that’s just not how things would have worked in the “good ol’ days.” Oh, and my favorite part is when he discusses the “mistake” of giving women the right to vote. Hilarious.

Jeez, chicks! What up with you and your career-oriented goals and opinions?

I believe that this man is very misinformed about his God, among other things, and I’m trying to be compassionate enough to understand that opinions, such as these, take a lifetime to form. Someone taught him, just like he is teaching others, which, frankly, is terrifying. This cycle will continue, until someone, somewhere has the courage to break it.

Perhaps, I should just shut up about women’s issues. Perhaps, I’m being too emotional, because it’s in my feminine nature. Perhaps, I’m just letting my anger get the best of me. After all, I can’t control my emotions like a man.

LOL, just kidding. What people need to understand is that women’s issues are not solely women’s issues. They affect our entire society and cripple us from moving forward, when they are ignored, ridiculed, or made to seem insignificant. If you can’t trust us to make decisions about our own lives and how we live it, how can you trust us to raise children? To contribute to society? To make a mark on the world, other than how many loads of laundry we’ve done in a lifetime? People should be mad about this video (and not only mad, but infuriated), regardless of their sex. I’m sure, though, that there will be countless people who will proclaim, “Hell, yeah! Now go make me a sandwich, woman!” Because that one never gets old. You are just too clever for me!

Strange world we live in. Strange, strange world. I hope you all enjoy the next twelve minutes and three seconds of Peterson’s wisdom, should you choose to glance at this video, but let me warn you that you’ll never get that time back in your entire life.

xoxoxo
Ash

P.S. Someone, PLEASE, tell me that this is a joke.

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How Long Does it Take to Read 100 Books?

I have truly perfected the one-armed photograph. Where’s my paparazzi, when I need them?

Hello, lovers! First of all, can we just talk about the moon last night? Amazing. Not only that, but I got to share it with a group of my dearest friends, some of which I haven’t seen in too long. We group-hugged under that bright, beautiful thing, because we’re romantics like that. They get me through, and I couldn’t possibly be more thankful for them.

Onto the meaning of the title. I meant to fill you all in on this earlier, and was only inspired to write tonight when I read my uncle’s super awesome blog post regarding the same topic. Here’s the gist of it. We are working our way through TIME’s 100 Greatest Novels: 1923 — Present. The order of the reading has not officially been decided, but it might boil down to throwing all of the names into a bag and choosing one every time we’ve finished a selection. Sooo, crazy, right? We get it, but it’s absolutely brilliant, if you ask me. It was solely my uncle’s idea, and he challenged me to jump on-board. Someone approaches me about joining them in any kind of book quest? Yeah, you can pretty much count me in, every single time.

The best part is that we will be blogging about our progress and what we think of the books. You’re sure to get opposing opinions, ideas, and thoughts about the subject matter, so I’m thinking it’s going to be interesting. I haven’t decided if I want to simply write my reviews, record videos, or both. We’ll see. I’m really excited to get going, and we’re beginning with Zadie Smith’s White Teeth. This challenge is quite ambitious, for me, considering that I’ve got about 49,387,305 books that I want to read. People suggest books to me, and I buy them. I see a sweet cover of a book, I buy it. Read the back of a novel that sounds interesting? Throw that baby on the counter; it’s mine. Instead of children, I have books and cats. Psh. You don’t even know about the amount of awesome that seeps from my pores. Anyway, I’m currently in the middle of The Feminine Mystique, I have another book on the list that a friend recommended, AND I have to read Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Not to mention, about a dozen others that I brought back from Savannah, determined to read during my time in Ohio. I like a good book challenge, though, so, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m beyond stoked about this. I need to get paid for all this effort, though, I swear.

That’s that, my friends! Lots of reading in my near future, and you know I wouldn’t have it any other way. Let’s do this, Uncle Mike! Oh, and if you all want to join us, we’re anxious to recruit you. White Teeth is up to bat!

xoxoxo
Ash

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Drums

I often just like to sit and write whatever comes onto the page. This is what came tonight. I hope you enjoy it.

She listens to the drums on her rooftop. They play a beat of sadness, and that sadness collides with her spirit, causing sparks of electricity to illuminate the chilly air. Is it chilly? Yes, the air is cold, but she is burning with fever and loss – burning for a life she once knew. A dream. Where is it, now? Instead of searching, she strings words together on a piece of paper, not having any true coherence of the world around her. Except for the drums, which beat louder with every passing second. A tired hand is pulled to her brow, and her pretty little head lolls around on her pretty little neck. Something is calling her. It demands her attention, and she ignores its cries. She is looking for something different. What is it? I watch as she lifts her head toward the heavens. She takes a breath, closes her eyes, and lets herself fall into nothingness. She feels nothing. She feels nothing, when the drums take her away.

xoxoxo
Ash

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A Recap


Thursday – Went to see the 70th anniversary showing of Casablanca at the theater, which was awesome but hella expensive. I believe it was $11.50 per ticket? Huh? While I was there, it was coincidental that Johnny Depp happened to be there, too, so, naturally, I had to get my picture take with him. ;] There is absolutely nothing obsessive with that, at all.

Friday – Used up my rain check at Target and got season three of Sons of Anarchy for $19.99. Hello, can we say ‘awesome’? This night also consisted of consuming multiple Dorito tacos and taking a family trip to the Groovy Spoon, later in the evening, for some frozen yogurt. This was quickly followed by a visit to the Goodwill, next door, where Aunt Laura found me an awesome Women’s Studies book, and Uncle Mike found me a book entitled Letters of Flannery O’Connor. Second-hand stores are always the best places to find good books. The journey home, this night, provided entertainment from our own little song bird. This song bird was Murissa, and the musical pieces of choice were multiple Nicki Minaj songs. Yeah, you can imagine how that went down – lots of hysterical laughter. There’s just something comical about an almost-thirteen-year-old trying to sing a rap song in which she has to bleep out every other word. “Bleep-es ain’t bleep, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthin’. A hundred mutha-bleep-as can’t tell me nuthin.’” Ooh, Nicki Minaj. You really do have SUCH a way with words.

Saturday – Brunch at Granny’s Kitchen with Mom and Dad. I chowed down on some delicious bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns. It’s becoming a once-a-week tradition, for us. I also saw some lovely friends of mine, so that’s always a plus. Hi, Hailie and Kevin! Then came prom. We had no intentions of going to watch the processional this year, but somehow Mom, Murissa, and I all ended up bundled up, with our hot chocolate, to watch the kids walk in. I have five top dresses. 1) The super cool polka dot hi-lo dress. 2) My good friend, Jess, had on a beautiful red dress that reminded me of a can-can dancer. I LOVED it. 3) There was a young girl who had on a short, red dress with sparkly red sneakers to match. 4) One girl had on a dress with huge, round, turquoise sequins all over it that made her look like a mermaid. It seemed heavy as heck, but I wouldn’t mind having it in my closet. 5) Another girl walked in with a faux fur coat draped around her shoulders, straight old Hollywood style, and her dress was so elegant-looking. I really wish that I had taken pictures, but that probably would have been weird, since I only actually know one of these five girls. Ha! Oh, and this is just a pet-peeve of mine that I would like to share with you. If you just spent hundreds of dollars on your dress, shoes, hair, makeup, accessories, tuxedos, limos, etc., in order to get all decked out to look, and have, fun, why would you want to CHOMP your gum during your prom processional? Chomp, chomp, chomp. I’m not here to tell ya what to do, but good grief.

Later in the night led to a spur of the moment trip to Target, so Murissa could get a copy of One Direction’s CD. After about an hour of Murry reading me random O.D. facts from the Internet, I’d say I’m an expert. Sheesh. They make her happy, though, and I would much rather listen to her talk about the cute British boy band than that Canadian with the hair ANY day. And, of course, she made us laugh all the way home.

One Direction song: “Don’t worry ’bout the table breakin’.”
Me: “What are they doing on the table?”
Murissa: “I don’t know – eating.”

XD Love that kiddo.

That brings us to Sunday, which has been pretty lazy, so far. My goal is to get most of The Feminine Mystique finished, so I can move on to the next book relatively soon. Hope you all are having a great weekend!

xoxoxo
Ash

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Missy and I Really Dig the Webcam…


…even though its quality of pictures is just about as bad as you can get. Miss thinks it’s fun to walk on my keyboard, put her fluffy tail directly in my face, and just be all-around ornery, before she plops her butt down next to me for a cat nap. She’s pretty much the best cuddle partner, because she makes a stellar pillow. And for those of you who can’t help but scoff at those crazy-looking ends and lack of any shape that are taking place on my hair right now, I have an appointment set up to make them decent-looking, again. Never fear!

Moving on, now. It dawned on me the other day that this blog really has absolutely no focus. It’s not solely a family or life blog. It’s not just music, fashion, or feminism. It’s not just about cats (although, it might be bordering on that one), so what the heck is it about? Shouldn’t I choose a focus and stick to it? I thought about it a little bit and decided negative. If, one day, someone is paying me to zero in on one topic and write about it, I will gladly stick to a consecutive theme, but as for this crazy blog of mine, which is a far cry from professional, I’m just going to do whatever.

I’m actually not even sure what made me want to start this blog. Maybe I thought it would be a nice outlet to deal with deployment (since Caleb was gone when I started it), or maybe I just thought I would be more disciplined with this than my regular journal (which, so often, I am not). I will say that it helps me look at the world more creatively. I know I don’t update every day, but I’m constantly finding myself thinking, ‘I could write about that!’ or ‘I should take a picture of this for my blog!’. Even little things, like walking my dog or drinking tea, suddenly become noteworthy, and really, those are the things that matter most. Those tiny, every day things are what make life worth living and worth writing down. Also, it’s nice to go back and read old entries, just to get a grasp on how day-to-day, things don’t really seem so different, but as time goes by, everything is. When I write it down, regardless how irrelevant it may seem at the time, I’m forced to remember. I am able to recall memories that I, otherwise, may never have thought of again, and that’s just awesome to me.

I suppose I simply needed a little reminder about why I do this, so there you have it. :] *Insert natural transition and closing comment here.*

xoxoxo
Ash

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