Too early in the year to start revisiting my hibernation albums?
- Books You Haven’t Read
- Books You Needn’t Read
- Books Made for Purposes Other Than Reading
- Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong to the Category of Books Read Before Being Written
- Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your…
My dad’s birthday is coming up next week, which causes me a fair amount of stress each year. True, I’ve been through this song and dance enough times that I could write a book (okay, an e-book) titled Gifts To Buy Your Stern Italian Father: Especially When He’s Made It Very Clear He Doesn’t Want Anything. While doing some last minute eBay-browsing this morning, I comforted myself with thoughts of entirely misguided presents he’s bought me for holidays in years past, including, but not limited to:
1. Pizza slicer
3. A VHS of the 1985 Live Aid concert
4. A set of matching Chinese pajamas for me, my mom, and younger sister
What a nice photo of Miley Cyrus.
"My voice has never actually killed anyone. I am positive of that. But yeah, did I mention I can’t sing? I can’t. It’s bad. I have loved music all my life, and as they say, you always hurt the one you love. So I have spent my whole life trying to sing, while other people try to escape. I have been described variously as a “hard trier,” a “good sport,” and a “vocal Chernobyl.” But oh, it’s bad. And hence my karaoke problem. I am hopelessly obsessed with karaoke because it lets me do the one thing I’ve craved every minute of my life. It lets me sing.”
- Turn Around Bright Eyes: The Rituals of Love and Karaoke by Rob Sheffield
This was a nice book.
In case you don’t want to subject yourself to whatever this is, here’s the worst (and best) of it:
“Like the prodigal son, it is time to return to my place of origin.”
"We lock eyes, and I think my torso’s gone missing."
“It’s going to be a new N.Y. for me. I have tools now. I’ve grown up.”
“I’m going to go all ’90s style and call you. Just giving you a heads up, so we both don’t vomit.”
“That evening, I spent hours looking at clips of movies he directed on YouTube. I was so inspired, I just wanted to collaborate with him and create everything from TV shows to babies.”
"I texted, ‘Is that you on Pico Boulevard driving a gray Prius?’"
“My hand found its way to his heart and stayed there all the way through second base.”
“I turn to my bloated stomach, most probably caused by the two tomato juices I drank back to back.”
“I open and close the palms of my hands that are patterned with intersecting lines. Some would say my future is written on them. I wonder where these lines will lead me.”
"Smiling, I can’t help myself and reply, ‘If you meet me on the moon.’"