Magenta Periwinkle's Blog, page 3
March 13, 2011
Christian Slater detour
so today I'm not going to talk about anyone who committed suicide, instead I'm thinking of the movie "pump up the volume" where the christian slater character has a pirated radio show, and he doesn't even know if anyone is listening, thats how i feel at this point, there is no one listening yet that i know of. my book is out there in space and no one knows of it yet. It is hard to know you might have written something that no one will ever read. I guess though most of the things in my life no one will ever read, journals, lists on small pieces of paper inside my nametags, etc. But back to SL and how that movie introduced me to Leonard Cohen and his song "Everybody knows" ... Everybody knows the war is over and Everybody knows the good guys lost....
I think that is how it went....
SENTIMENTAL BULLS@*T
I think that is how it went....
SENTIMENTAL BULLS@*T
Published on March 13, 2011 17:52
March 11, 2011
Sigmund Freud
In my physiology of psychology class, the professor made a reference to Sigmund Freud having died of something like jaw cancer. I didn't understand this because it had always been my understanding that Freud had died by a doctor friend giving him too much morphine on purpose. Of course, knowing me, I had to then go and reread the research because I had already included him as a chapter heading in SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T. Part of me wanted to believe that Freud had killed himself, because he believed in the whole idea of the death instinct, that each man/women has a desire to die, and therefore one takes risks and is continually risking ones life as if they really do want to die, and that one must fight against that desire to die. SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T
Published on March 11, 2011 19:31
My original blog plan
So my original blog plan was to take the chapter titles from my novel and explain them, like a chapter title a day. I thought this would be interesting since the chapter title are all people who committed suicide. I haven't decided though if I should research the topics or go from memory. Maybe I should end this blog and start the first one: Sigmund Freud. SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T
Published on March 11, 2011 19:16
March 9, 2011
I think that it might be impossible...
So, this is my first blog, and it is mostly because I am frustrated. I have a fear that amazon reviews won't let
the title of my book SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T be mentioned inside of the reviews. I think that the word "Bulls#*t" is blocked as profanity. As I can't review my own book it is very hard to test out my theory. It makes me think that maybe I should change the name of the book, but that makes me so sad because really I love the name of the book, it comes from my friend Avery and I back in high school when we used to joke about how much we hated "sentimental" stuff like flowers and candy and maybe even saying "I love you", at the time we thought we were so above all of that, but really I think we were both lying to ourselves, I think we both wanted those things more than we would admit. Thinking about that makes me think of how when my friend was kicked out of his house back in high school he "sold" his life to me for a glass of orange juice and the agreement was always that if I ever came out of my house and saw a glass of orange juice on the porch than I would know he died. He is still alive today, no thanks to me or my orange juice, as our friendship took us each in different directions, him into marriage and me into writing novels about how things used to be.
SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T
the title of my book SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T be mentioned inside of the reviews. I think that the word "Bulls#*t" is blocked as profanity. As I can't review my own book it is very hard to test out my theory. It makes me think that maybe I should change the name of the book, but that makes me so sad because really I love the name of the book, it comes from my friend Avery and I back in high school when we used to joke about how much we hated "sentimental" stuff like flowers and candy and maybe even saying "I love you", at the time we thought we were so above all of that, but really I think we were both lying to ourselves, I think we both wanted those things more than we would admit. Thinking about that makes me think of how when my friend was kicked out of his house back in high school he "sold" his life to me for a glass of orange juice and the agreement was always that if I ever came out of my house and saw a glass of orange juice on the porch than I would know he died. He is still alive today, no thanks to me or my orange juice, as our friendship took us each in different directions, him into marriage and me into writing novels about how things used to be.
SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T
Published on March 09, 2011 20:31