This is not at all intended to reflect 2010 as a whole, but I have recently fallen completely in love with this romantic number from Josh Ritter’s new album So Runs the World Away. When I first listened to it, I didn’t really pay attention and thought the chorus was cliche. But in fact it’s a uniquely honest love song, one that doesn’t pretend that life is full of sunshine and rainbows or that love magically dispels all difficulties. I’m not one of those girls always thinking about what my wedding will be like, but when I first actually listened to these lyrics, I immediately thought, “I want this song played at my wedding.”
Who knows? Maybe in 2011 I’ll meet a guy who’ll want to sing this to me.
It seems like every year I latch on to a new and different Sufjan Christmas song during December, and this year’s is definitely “Star of Wonder.” Having experienced many a brilliant, clear, cold, starry winter night in the woods, I can attest that this song evokes it perfectly. Lovely.
Take the Ents, for instance. I did not consciously invent them at all. The chapter called ‘Treebeard’, from Treebeard’s first remark on p. 66, was written off more or less as it stands, with an effect on my self (except for labour pains) almost like…
This is one of my favorite Tolkien anecdotes. He also hated Shakespeare’s treatment of fairies.
This summer, after graduation, I had several weeks of computer problems. I was pretty careful about backing up meticulously, but it appears I have lost most of the pictures from my college graduation—except for two. Dammit.
This is a great sing along song. Everyone should learn this and then we can sing it in a tumblround. Even though it’s about snow and winter, I like this song in all of the seasons. Just as these lyrics describe, small moments of beauty and joy in summer will flash through my memory even on the worst days of winter.
This strikes me as a fitting song for the Winter Solstice.
In a small saucepan over medium, combine the brown sugar and water. Bring to a gentle boil and cook, stirring often, until the mixture reads 240 F on a candy thermometer.
Stir in the butter, salt, vinegar and 1/4 heavy cream. Set aside to cool to room temperature.
Once the mixture has cooled, stir in the rum extract.
In a medium bowl, combine 2 tablespoons of the brown sugar mixture and the remaining 1/2 cup of heavy cream. Use an electric mixer to beat until just thickened, but not completely whipped, about 2 to 3 minutes.
To serve, divide the brown sugar mixture between 4 tall glasses (about 1/4 cup for each glass). Add 1/4 cup of cream soda to each glass, then stir to combine. Fill each glass nearly to the top with additional cream soda, then spoon the whipped topping over each.
Typically I do nothing on Christmas Day except lay around at my grandparents’ eating leftovers. It occurred to me that my Christmas Day this year might be better spent doing volunteer work.
It is really difficult to find information about volunteer opportunities online, though. It should be much easier than this. Of course, it doesn’t help that I’m being a little picky—I don’t really want to support the Salvation Army or Catholic charities. Does that make me a bad person? I suppose the politics of the organization *shouldn’t* matter if what they are doing is immediately benefiting people and by helping them I would be contributing to immediately benefiting people.
But I am biased. Maybe I’ll try searching for atheist/humanist organizations….
I can tell that I am a pretentious teacher because I keep seriously resisting the urge to help the undergrad girls sitting next to me at the library who keep voicing their confusion over their essay prompt.
EDIT: I couldn’t help myself. I jumped in and explained the meaning of “quintessential.”
I obviously can’t actually review “The Lord of the Rings,” other than to say it was absolutely the most important literary experience of my childhood by a factor of A BILLION, and the Greatest Book Ever Written, And I Have a Useless Degree In English With Inflated Honours From Harvard…
This just about sums it up (although my Useless Degree In English With Inflated Honours is from the humbler University of Pittsburgh).