Or maybe I have stopped becoming like that nice Catholic-school girl. The Christmas holidays has, I am sorry to say, started to irritate me. The holidays give people many reasons to be stupid. It has become obligatory and pointless. Drivers become bigger morons on the road. There are too many people in the shopping malls and on the road. Where did these people come from??!!
Not that I have been having a lousy time. It's been fun. Just standard-issue fun. Nothing special.
BUT --- if there's anything I love about the holidays, it's the New Year's. I am very much into that symbolic shit-thing. I have an article pending for electronic publishing on lucky foods for the New Year's. Pretty interesting stuff. And anyway, I guess I am a sucker for the "out with the old, in with the new". I like the New Year's. It gives me a good reason to clean the apartment.
And of course, I have had this yearly tradition which I call the Book of the Year. Yes folks, I buy a book a few days before New Year's and call it The Book. This year it's Eat, Pray, Love and I have to admit, my year kinda looked like that though a bit backwards. It started with Love (it was not in Bali, Indonesia, but it sounds a lot like it!), and then Pray (let's say I am defining my spiritual path), and then -- ARGH --- Eat. I gained about 5-10 pounds. Really bad. So a few hours ago I bought my book of the year called The Gift: Creativity and the Artists in the Modern World by Lewis Hyde. Like many stories, I came upon this book by accident. Actually, I was already clutching Chuck Palahnuik's Rant and Colin Thubron's Shadow of the Silk Road, but my mind was saying get another book! And then I remembered that I had been looking for Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, but I saw Eating the Dinosaur instead. And then this book with a heart on the cover kept catching my eye, and out of curiosity I picked it up. It's perfect. So with these in mind I though I'd put together a 2011 bundle for Jason Segel. You know, if I knew him personally I'd give him these... stuff. Though I don't really have "things" in mind. It's a cliche, but it's all about the thought. Like a 2011 care package. Or a recommendation list. Haha.
Okay, I think I'll start with a book. I actually saw this on the shelf earlier, just quite above my Book of the Year, but some guy snatched it up hence I decided to pick up Hyde's book. I do think that Jason Segel will like this book, and I do think it's a good match because I believe he is a genius. Seriously. Based on his career choices (i.e. not giving up amidst years of Hollywood rejection) he was initially Out of His Mind but now that he has a TV show and a list of movies ahead of him, his being a writer AND musician makes him a modern-day example of brilliance. I think today he is Playing Smart. The book focuses more on the music industry, and --- yeah --- Jason Segel will probably love this.I hope he likes to read books though. I'll come up with more in a few days.
To end this pre-New Year's entry, this song has been playing in my head a lot of times. Actually, I am in this very strange Bloc Party mode, and I am loving this group a lot. Earlier today my sister was watching How I Met Your Mother re-runs whilst I was preparing for my trip back to Manila. I didn't watch it with her as I had seen it --- that episode with Lily going to San Francisco and leaving Marshall, and Ted and Robin getting together. I saw this ep, say, months ago. Well, I was in the bathroom and my sister was watching the episode, and it was about to end. And then I told her my HIMYM theory: Ted is no longer married to the mother of his children and is back with his true love, "Aunt" Robin. As the episode wraps up with Ted in the cab, and then Marshall on the steps of the apartment, Lily-less, my ears suddenly perked up as I listened to the last few seconds of the episode.
And of course, this music. Frankly, this Bloc Party song seems to be following me almost everywhere. And I don't mind getting stalked by this song.
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