Rest in peace, Mr. Nimoy.
Rest in peace, Mr. Nimoy.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I’m a big fan of the tiny house movement. My favourite are the rustic cabin-like houses, usually around 200 sq. ft. They typically have lofts instead of bedrooms, and are often built by the owners themselves.
I like to search online for building plans and pictures of different designs; who knows, maybe someday I can build my own. A couple days ago, I found these pictures:
THIS. My dream house. I wouldn’t change a single thing.
(I would love to give credit to the homeowner/photographer, but the site I found them on didn’t mention them.)
Last night I saw the State Ballet Theatre of Russia perform Swan Lake. It was incredible – I’ve never seen anything like it.
Imagine ballerinas on that stage – there were obviously no pictures allowed!
It was a two-hour performance, and it just flew by; it was so easy to become totally absorbed in the story. And the dancing – holy smokes the dancing. The ballerinas were so graceful; at times they seemed to float across the stage.
I would love to go watch it again.
They didn’t have the greatest night, but it was fun nonetheless. I love the energy and camaraderie amongst the players and the crowd during games.
I also picked up (and got signed) a great coffee table book about roller derby.
It includes photographs and interviews with derby players and refs. It’s fascinating to read about what goes through a player’s head during a jam – a lot of strategy and a lot of emotion/aggression. Reading it has actually helped me understand the game a bit better as well. Check it out.
There is nothing like a book that completely draws you into it’s world, and leaves you thinking about it long after you’ve finished. Maybe I’m picky, maybe it’s because I read so much, but fewer and fewer books have really ‘wowed’ me lately. So I really want to talk about it when one does.
I’ve just finished reading The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. The title character A.J. is a reclusive and border-line alcoholic bookseller on tiny Alice Island in the US. I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s a moving story that is part mystery, part romance, and all about how books can touch our lives. I don’t feel like I’m selling it very well, but trust me – it’s a great read.
Happy new year! Yes, it’s a few hours early, but I’m not the partying type and probably won’t make it to midnight anyway. I’m having a quiet night in, watching Doctor Who and eating homemade vegan pizza. And of course, spending time with this weirdo:
Walter had a strange reaction to his booster shots yesterday, and I’ve been keeping an eye on him today. He’s currently snoozing on the couch; it looks like he won’t make it to midnight either!
I briefly considered resolutions, but screw it – I can’t even remember what I picked last year. So instead, I’m just hoping for a year of good health and happiness.
See you all in 2015.
Serial is balanced, thorough and really interesting. And… a bit repetitive/exhausting. I feel like the show could have been completed in 8 episodes, rather than 12. However, I am looking forward to season two, and I hope a follow up episode is created that covers the results of Adnan’s appeal and DNA testing.
If you’re looking for something else to listen to now that Serial is done, check out The Truth or The Lapse on iTunes. They both have a similar tone, but cover a new story per episode. I binge listened to them both – they’re really good.
What are you listening to?