The cost of Nerdiness

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Recently I was speaking to a friend of mine about houses, boring talk. About mortgages and equity and principle. All things that I mix up and I don’t have the brains to figure out today. But we got on the subject of dream houses, (architecture is far cooler than equity, let’s be honest). The friend confided that he always wanted a hobbit house. (is hobbit capitalized? The word human isn’t so I’m going to say no.) After telling me this he said “Sorry, I’m a nerd I like that sort of nerdy stuff. Dungeons and dragons and war games and LOTR. and stuff.”

I told him he had nothing to worry about, but it got me thinking.

I have another friend who does this frequently as well. My friend can be energetic to say the least. But she’s hilarious. A little spazzy at times, but great. I’m so low-key sometimes I don’t register. I suspect that it’s all waiting inside me to bubble over someday, because that sounds far cooler than the idea that I’m just a bit boring. But I digress. My friend will bust into a rant about something, it doesn’t really matter what. She is so excited about what she’s talking about, her hands all over the place, her words blending together. And I love it. It’s a vitality that she brings to all conversations. It’s not a vitality I can bring. But at the end she’ll say, “Sorry, I’m a dork.”

No. This will not stand. Some of my favorite things in the world are nerd things. The idea of a nerd, or dork interests to me, means that you are passionate about the world around you, that these fervent interests have a place in your life. And I think that is wonderful.

It’s no surprise to anyone at all my love for reading. If I could read all day I would. I read everything in front of me. I have three reading applications on my phone. I have physically worn out the scan strip on my library card. I have an entire pinterest board dedicated to quotes about reading and books. (As of now I have over 100 quotes.) I love reading. And that absolutely makes me a nerd. But I love that about myself. I love the energy I feel when I’m in the middle of a great book, I love talking about books with people. I love dissecting characters, the symbolism of a white dress or the motivation behind a betrayal. I love following my favorite writers and hearing their opinions about everything. To me, they are my celebrities. I’d rather hear about Anne Rice’s thoughts on what is going on in women’s reproductive rights than what Kim Kardashian’s baby shower looked like. Sherman’s Alexie on his book being banned in school to what Taylor Swift and her new boyfriend ate at The Ivy.

Don’t misunderstand me, there’s nothing wrong with having these interests. We should embrace the very things that keep us whole. We should never apologize for loving something. I love reading because of the impact that it has on me. But your interests can be anything.

I feel like I should disclaimer this with the fact that while I have read some classics, I have read some intellectual books, that doesn’t mean that’s what I read. I started blogging to talk about Twilight. I read YA, like it’s going to be burned. I devour sappy romance novels in one sitting. Most of my reading is fluff. But I love it. If you looked at my Goodreads you’d find mostly fanciful books. There isn’t much that is thought provoking. but I love it. and I will continue to love it. I refuse to apologize for what I love and neither should you.

There is a great John Green quote about nerds that i want to leave with.
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I really have been busy. Plus a book review.

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I’ve been busy, raising a two year old (who just celebrated his 2nd birthday yesterday.) and reading. Good Lord, so much reading. I’ve been trying to burn through my stack of library book but every time I return a book to the library I pick up two more, counter productive, I know. I joined a book club with the amazing gals at thats-normal.   Who turned me on to the fever Series by Karen Marie Moning. (Barron’s, sigh.)

So in place of a real post here is review I did of the book “The Spectacular Now” by Tim Tharpe. It’s full of spoilers because I just can’t help myself. I am looking forward to seeing the movie, hopefully they can get all the basic themes down right. Plus I adore Shailene Woodsley, (and not just because she’s Tris and Hazel).

 

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Words are my Religion

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I started this blog originally (on blogger) to be a Twilight blog. I thought that I would end up like UC and Moon from LTT. It turns out the kind of dedication it takes to keep up a blog like that is far more than I am capable of. So i began to write about other things. Still no one really read it. Which is fine. I suppose I can look at this endeavor as a diary. Isn’t that what it should be, anyway? A place to channel our angst and bliss? I know I have spent many hours pouring over posts about infertility, at times a place like this has saved me.

I am an aspiring writer. It wasn’t until I was 15 that a snaggled toothed boyfriend (on our one week anniversary, no less) told me that most people who write will never be famous for it. I had never before considered that i would not be a success. After all writing is my balm, words are my salvation whether it is writing or reading. I can’t count the times I was feeling low and the only thing that helped was a good book. More then God, I believe in the power of the written word. It has been a while since I have written anything. I haven’t updated my fan-fiction in almost a year. But I have it inside of me. Maybe I am inspired by my friend Missy and her honest post about the story inside her. Maybe soon I’ll start back up again.

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."

Act like you’re good at it

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Copernicus cooling off in the Northwest heat wave

Tonight did not disappoint. A reading filled with win that only references of Wil Wheaton, Pegasuses (pegasi?), Six hour marathons of the Tenth Doctor, and Neil Gaiman could accomplish. After two lorazepams, an hour waiting in line after a tearful (on my part) story,  I finally got to meet my idol Jennifer Lawson.

I bumbled my way through introductions and made a half way coherent attempt at a sentence. (To be recreated later.)

Best part, I got to hug her. I have been hugged by The Bloggess. Or strangled, because as we all know, A HUG IS LIKE A STRANGLE YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED YET!

I’m probably not as cuddly as Copernicus

One of the scariest and most exhilarating moments I’ve ever had.

There have been several times that I have wanted to get out there and meet these people who have inspired me. So many should have’s, tucked away to haunt me. But not this time. I got my signature and I got my hug and for one moment I got the attention of a person I hope to be like.

I couldn’t contain my excitement upon meeting her!

My Soundtrack

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I recently read a Jodi Picoult book (controversial topic, court case, twist at the end, Natch) One thing I like about it was that the story got me thinking about songs of my life. I think if I could make a sound track of my life it would sound like this. 

  1. Give Me One Reason-Tracy Chapman
  2. Yer So Bad-Tom Petty
  3. Bernadette-Paul Simon
  4. Dammit-Blink 182
  5. Skinny Love-Bon Iver
  6. Adia-Sarah MacLachlan
  7. Strong Enough to Be My Man-Sheryl Crow
  8. Waltz #2-Elliott Smith
  9. Hallalujah – Jeff Buckley version
  10. Stand By Me-The Drifters
  11. Wonderwall – Oasis
  12. Lithium-Nirvana
  13. Case of You-Joni Mitchell
  14. 405-Death Cab
  15. Top of The World-Dixie Chicks
  16. Doo Wop (That Thing)-Lauryn Hill

On a side note is an adorable picture of Jackson

I would try to think of something witty to say here but obviously I am too sleep deprived to string together a grammatically correct sentence.

 

Better than the movie

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As I was drifting off to sleep last night (at 9:15, party animal)  I was thinking about the things I would like to pass on to my son. Most importantly a love for reading and with that, my collection of books that I hope he likes.

When I was younger my mom bought me a few Nancy Drew books that she had loved a s a child. I tried to read them but for some reason or another they were pushed to the side to make way for the newest Fear Street book. (Fear=Fier=Fire, almost 15 years after I still remember that.) I wish that I could have shared a love for that series with my mom. I’m sure that there will be new books that he will be interested in but I’d really like him to enjoy books like Harry Potter, Goosebumps and Percy Jackson.

I hope that he can appreciate the power of the written word, the smudge of ink under your finger and the musty powder of the paperback covers. I hope he bends, rips and fold down pages, that he drops it in the pool and dries it in the sun, making the book take on a wavy appearance. I hope that I have to replace the same book that he loves several times over because it has been so well loved.

Reading is Delicious