I promised that I would review all books that I have read here. But I have read two books and not done that at all! And I said that I was redesigning the site and nothing has changed! Well, I am going to fix that. I will at least briefly write something about the two books I read last week. My goal is to read somewhere around 70 to 100 books. I can do it. I swear I will be better. I pinky swear!

Monday arrives again. Yay. It was a productive weekend for me in many regards—washed the car, hung some pictures that have been sitting around for months, walked around for a while on Sunday afternoon. I even saw a movie yesterday, Master and Commander, which I enjoyed. Not a deep movie, but extremely well done. You really get involved in the storyline. Get those French bastards! Heh (you know I am kidding, right?). I know they changed the plot from the original O’Brian novels. I have heard all the arguments from book purists, as if they are still constantly surprised that Hollywood would dare change the plot of a book for the movie. Come on people, its Hollywood! Give me a fucking break. I would not even be surprised if they made a movie of Anne Frank’s diaries where she survives the war and even gets revenge on Nazis. Hollywood exists to entertain first and foremost. That is not to say that some movies have a larger purpose. I didn’t realize the extreme effects of drugs and alcohol until I saw Dude, Where’s My Car. But remember that it was movies with Shirley Temple and the like during the depression that helped alleviate a little the burdens of life. That’s powerful and not a bad thing either. Back to the subject at hand, I liked Master and Commander. For two hours on Sunday, I forgot that I had to come back to work on Monday and I had to remember to do my taxes (which is a whole other post) and pay the bills. Instead, I watched some rather attractive men run around on a ship and bond (not in a dirty way dammit) for a while. Good times.

When I started this thing, I thought that I would never post anything about my personal life. I’ll tell when I go on vacation and anecdotes from my day, but avoid discussing what happens inside my head too much. Who knows who might read this, though I do choose to put all of what I post in the public forum. But now I am going to violate that. I just read something and was really bothered by it. Maybe its the hormones or something, but when I hear someone I care ahout talk about how hollow he feels inside, I can’t help but feel a little weird. Every day life is a struggle for most people. Its hard to get up each day and do the things you have to do, even though you’ve done them a million times and you will keep doing these things a million times more. But we do them. At least I do. I feel hollow and displaced a lot of the time. And I think a lot of people do. How connected are we to the world we live? I am not going to rant about how evil modern times are and glorify the age of ‘when you knew your neighbors and all the local stores and how wal-mart and barnes and noble are destroying the world’. It may all be true, but its been said. You know it and I know it. And I am not sure if it explains the disconnect I feel with the world. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe its always been this way. But I feel it and others feel it. That’s all I really wanted to say.