Reading In A Month

A Mayan sculpture in Tulum, Mexico.

photo from Daily Mail

1. Breaking the Maya Code by Michael Coe
I had previously read part of this book and was able to reread it. There were, and still are, a lot of people involved in the deciphering of the Mayan language via what the people wrote on stelae and pottery. I almost felt overwhelmed by the amount of years linguists, archeologists, etc. have spent on this – and then remember that I’m only reading about their hard work. This feels like only a pinky toenail dip into the waters of the Mayan language and gives me insight about the difficulties faced with mistranslation – which still happens today with common languages.

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photo from SketchTheBook

2. Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife
This is the story of nothing and everything, of zero and infinity – how cultures throughout history have dealt with the idea of zero as just a place holder versus a number to count with on timelines, calendars, and graphs. It’s about time, space, science, and math – the difference between simple geometry and the possibilities of quantum theory. Sometimes the idea was rejected, lied about, and forgotten. All this for one digit.

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photo from MetaCafe

3. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt
My neighbor suggested I read this. I wonder where he gets his ideas – some from the T.V., some from his old age, and others from his young son Ritchie that is still in college. It’s a biography of a poor Irish Catholic – and I thought I had a rough childhood. Siblings are born and die. His dad is an alcoholic that drinks away the welfare money and paychecks when he can get them. He’s always wet and hungry, but the story doesn’t stop there. It’s a great read to gain perspective on another place in the world and what poor meant to them.

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photo from Weird World

 4. Nisa: The Life and Words of a !Kung Woman by Marjorie Shostak
A story of a fifty year old woman who lived in the south of the Kalahari Desert in Botswana. She had kids with her different husbands. She ran away from trial marriages when she was still young. She was married with lovers. She lived in a gatherer-hunter society until trade and agriculture started to influence the area in the 1970s. Her people knew the plant types (over 200) that are edible and could track animals for days and recognize each other’s footsteps. They were happy, healthy, and kind.

photo from Henrik Aeshna

photo from Henrik Aeshna

5. Les Chants de Maldoror by Comte de Lautreamont (aka Isidore Ducasse)
Parts of this book may seem disturbing to some, and maybe I’m just reading too much into his words, but I found this book poetic and full of love – for everything but humanity. The author didn’t like people at all, but that didn’t stop him from living (committed suicide at 24) and being creative during that time. I’m thankful he decided to share this work with the world as it’s a timeless inspirational piece.

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Hydration Highway

A post inspired by the five different fire hydrants I saw in one day. And by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Object by The Daily Post.

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Summary of Books Read in 2013

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How the Scots Invented the Modern World had me wanting more as I recognized certain names and events. I appreciate these hard-working people (a 12 year-old boy works 14-hour days then goes to night classes) being portrayed as more than a lung behind a bagpipe that wears a kilt in an action film. An inspirational read. Resonate: Present Visual Stories that Transform Audiences would have been tons more helpful if I had read it before graduating (aka giving presentations in school). I loved the layout too – lots of pictures and color-coded text.

Makers: The New Industrial Revolution is a book that Caleb and I enjoyed, even if we were separated by over 8,000 miles. The author talks about his father or grandfather tinkering around in the garage. That used to be a slow way to do business, but with technology advancements it will soon be where companies are grown. Things will be made as customers need them and as personal as they want them. Color: A Natural History of the Palette was an eye-opening read about the history of struggle, deceit, mystery, celebration, war, peace, death, life, wealth, and stability of some of the most popular colors used today, and those that are still hard to find.

photo from Bold Lentil

photo from Bold Lentil

Mister God, This is Anna was a nice recommendation from Caroline to see the world through a child’s eyes – love, growth, kindness, understanding, and complete interest in all things – all qualities that Caroline has. The Broom of the System was passed along from one of my dad’s friends. One day it may be one of those awkward books that makes the description-of-our-time list, but for now it shall remain with just its abrupt ending. Nonzero: The Logic of Human Destiny is a gripping read. What if China had beat England to the New World? If Homo Sapiens went extinct, what’s the possibility of a ‘mistake’ like us happening again? And how can we find more love in the world now?

Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms is a story of evolution written by a scientist with a sense of humor. He talks about a million years ago when there was no oxygen to the crabs survivability today because of their unique blue blood (it’s that color when exposed to oxygen) that people want to harvest. Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail is another book I was gifted by my dad whether because I like hiking and attempted a long bicycle ride (nature thing) or because the author was my age when she committed to doing something grand and putting her life in a new direction (something I need to do).

photo from Dear Handmade Life

photo from Dear Handmade Life

So Big is the story of a girl who learns to live without some things, but to continue to see the beauty in life. She struggles to raise her son after her husband dies to follow his dream to be an architect and not get stuck on a farm like she did. Her son works for money and misses out on love because he didn’t follow his heart. A good moral story. Inferno seemed to have a longer intro than a story. Parts of the man’s awkward life resonate with me. I can appreciate his struggle as we are all in this life, of jest, together. From an Occult Diary is a man’s sad story full of the mental sex he had with his ex-wife and his well-written plays.

How to Be Your Own Best Friend is a book I found with my sister’s artwork in it. It’s about how to love yourself, let go of the negative side of your childhood, and learn from it – more doodling than reading she did in this one. Haroun and the Sea of Stories was another reread for me. I enjoy the imagination of the names, rhymes, and descriptions of love and happy endings with a balance of night and day. Ribbons is a story I wrote a report for in junior high – and I didn’t do it justice. It’s about love and sacrifice and made me cry.

photo from The New Dork Review of Books

photo from The New Dork Review of Books

Tales from Watership Down was recommended by someone who must have thought I wanted to spend the day reading about honesty, love, adventure, travel, and meeting new animals. They were right. Laughing Boy: A Navajo Love Story is a sad tale of love. Boy falls in love with girl against his family’s wishes. Boy runs away with girl and… no spoilers here! Post Office is a monotone notebook about the author’s life working at the books namesake. I’m happy for him though for finding something to write about.

Last Chance to See is a scientific glance at a few species that are going extinct, but written through the words of a science-fiction author – hilarious and heartbreaking. Reality is Broken is an in-depth look at the power behind people who game to change the real world via the excitement of make-believe badges and environments. I could’ve used this book to defend myself while I shot creatures, drove fast cars, and played in a band. The Universe Within is a deeper dive into the vortex of time than Shubin’s book Your Inner Fish – animal parts in people. This one talks about how humans are made from star dust.

photo from GlitterGuts

photo from GlitterGuts

I have an author that has waited for a review since I finished reading his unpublished book. I meant to give an in-depth description of characters, places they went, and how that made me feel, but I haven’t. Time by Chester Hendrix is a story of three men, two of which are time travelers, that spend seven weeks together in Napoleonic France. Yes, there is a woman involved and perhaps some of it’s made up, but it’s covered in truth which makes it even more intriguing. I’m looking forward to rereading this when it goes on sale.

The Beginning of Infinity: Explanations that Transform the World is a book of long explanations about time, space, and numbers – their effects on flowers, creativity, philosophy, universality, infinity, the multiverse, and our culture’s ability to make choices. The Source was recommended by my neighbor, Dan. The first chapter doesn’t fit the pace of the rest of the book. It may be based on a made-up spot, but it’s fascinating to think about all the events that can be retold based on artifacts found in this one place. I turned all the pages until there were none.

photo from InfinityList

photo from InfinityList

The last book of the year would be my shortest yet. 2 B R O 2 B is more of a long poem about a boy who rediscovers electricity and then runs away to make a family with a girl who follows him. I wonder if that’s how the cavemen felt. This makes for 25 books read, and their 7,232 pages. 2013 was a great year for the snake. I’m grateful to have the influence of all these reading reptiles. Though I’m sure I can now read all by myself thanks to parents with flash cards, teachers with rulers, and my insatiability for the written word.

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Why I Seem Unread to Some

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It looks as if my last bookish review was almost two years ago. I was motivated to read all the moldy books I had rescued from my mom’s house, and all the books I had acquired while traveling, from friend recommendations, free books from on campus, and the stack my dad had gifted me or let me borrow. I had a ton of reading material with no end in sight – and I liked it that way. But as much as I bragged about all the books I was reading I wasn’t sharing any reviews or other proof of having done so.

I feel partly inspired by BreezyK for her ability to read more than me AND still find time to write about it and post plenty of GIFs in her reviews. And I should’ve taken my dad’s advice in December of 2012 when I read lots of books to post more about them then, but I didn’t – so I’m doing it now. Most of my 2012 reading happened pre-April, with no summer reading – WHAT?!, and a strong finish in December as a way to pass the time while I worked at Indo-Euro Foods.

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I reread The Little Prince to get back in touch with my childish imagination – something all adults should do more frequently in a more responsible way. I did not attempt to turn my living room or the grocery store into an outer space playhouse. I would read A History of the World in 100 Objects twice – that’s how good and informational it is. It was about the how, why, who, when, and where these things were made. And about what survived, and what was taboo for a while, and what is still very popular today. The book made me ask a lot of insightful questions about our species – I love that.

My dad gifted me with Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You about Being Creative – a quick book that can easily be read over a very long lunch break, but that should be read again for dinner, breakfast with mom, tea with your neighbor, and over the holidays. It tells you to create and stop making excuses not to. The next book, The Happiness Project was a great influence on me. It inspired me to come up with mantras on how to live my life better, and in turn making the lives of those around me happier too. “The only person you can change is yourself.”

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Sense and Sensibility is an old story of two sisters finding happiness with elegant prose – if only my sister and I could be sophisticated and kept our problems so simple. The Swerve: How the World Became Modern  is a 2012 Pulitzer Prize winner and for good reason. It’s able to tie together thoughts over 1,000 years old to more modern ideas that may have been lost because of their heresy or a monks ability to write legibly. Definitely an interesting read. A Brief History of Thought: A Philosophical Guide to Living is one that I need to reread to better understand, but what I grasped was – Don’t live in the nostalgia of the past or the hope of the future, but live in the present.

Lone Survivors: How we Came to Be the Only Humans on Earth would be the last book of 2012. It was thought provoking with lots of dates and facts about some creative evolutionary ideas. Perhaps it was too much book for me, but it’s better to have gained even one thing from a hard read than to have not read at all. It sounds like a familiar love quote, “Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” – Lord Tennyson, 1850 – that came from reading. These books and more helped me read 32 in total, 9,424 pages, in the year of the Dragon – because everyone knows that reptiles love to read.

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To the Beach Before You Go

 

beachgirlsBack to Bruegger’s Bagels for a chocolate chip – no cream cheese – for Mom. My hot coffee would get cold in the cup holder in the backseat of their Prius while we explored the beach of Coronado. We found parking just across the street and as we made our way to the stairs, Mom pauses – Are those real?! Yes, the beautiful spotted ground squirrels on the rocks live and breath; they weren’t just put there for decoration – yet just another reason I love seeing a place through someone else’s eyes – though Mom and Barry realize that I take a ton of photos and seem to notice things that others miss.

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They aren’t the only ones on the beach in jeans, but we seem to be the only ones with our shoes on. I would’ve taken my boots off, but had no husband to carry them. And only kids are crazy enough to be in swimsuits in the water. Today seemed like Couples Day Out – walking, running, laughing, taking selfies. The water was performing great acrobatic stunts and moving chunks of kelp all over the sand. I love experiencing kelp with people for the first time – watching them pose with it, stomp on it, and toss it around. Mom got lucky and found one still attached to a rock.

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I saw a ship in the distance with smaller dark figures moving around it – fishing boats, kayakers, lost surfers? Later, at home I would learn that it was the Navy Seals doing training. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons the San Diego area has smog, fog, and haze – less visibility makes better camouflage. Then I saw a guy hiking, poles and all, on the beach. I suppose he could be training for the mountains, less than an hour away, or he has read an inspiring article about ‘How to Live Radically’ or ‘Stand Out from the Norm and Make Your Life more Interesting’. I should’ve asked him.

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I turn around and Mom is fanning herself with a shell. She could get used to this – look for sand dollars in the morning, have cute boys fan her in the afternoon while she reads romance novels and eats bread, and finish the evening with some dancing and margaritas – ah, the beach life. Mom debates bringing back some kelp for the grandsons, but “they’ll just break them.” Of course they will probably get damaged around two boys aged 6 1/2 and almost 8. I guess the two-year old doesn’t get toys from the ocean.  To me, kelp is like nature’s bubble wrap, but safer, more green, and sustainable.

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We slowly made our way towards the Hotel Del. And we were in luck. There was a sandcastle-in-progress as we approached. Mom used his water bucket to rinse her hands and rid them of the evidence of the kelp she abandoned in the sand. Then it was past the flowers into a shop that sells things. I wasn’t paying attention, but I did note the advice from instant HAPPY by Karen Salmansohn, “When life starts feeling a bit too serious, find someone you can GIGGLE with!” This might’ve been more demanding in the days of horse-and-buggy, but now we have social media and GPS tracking – bring on the laughter.

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Next was the walk down hotel-history-hall and into the lobby where the Christmas tree has been replaced with a chandelier and white flowers, the mirror in the entrance with a golden branched painting, and the wall newly adorned with metal butterflies. The hotel’s landscapers are still working on replacing the grass that got murdered under the holiday skate rink – bringing seasonal cheer and keeping people employed. As we pass by the fountain on the corner of Orange Ave. and R.H. Dana Place Mom sticks her hand in the fountain. She wants to find warm water and regrets not bringing her swimsuit.

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We pick up the kelp that was hidden from harm and make our way back to the car. We will make it to my house by noon and ten minutes later – after packing the car, getting coffee from 7-11, and hugging me – they are gone. Time to wash the sheets, fold the mattress, sweep the floor, and clean the dishes before some reading and a nap while I wait for Caleb to get home. I love having company and I love being a guest. I can go for weeks or months or days, but no matter the length I still enjoy the me time that I’ve grown accustomed to – the possible nudity, the obnoxious singing, and drinking out of the milk jug – because I’m an adult! And I can do these things.

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