This ain’t the easy way down

Sometimes I think I’m a complicated person, with unpredictable thoughts and emotions. When I stop thinking of myself as some mysterious character in a novel, I realize how false that is. Right now I’m parked on my couch with a book and a beer, listening to Ryan Adams and thinking about having a second go at that bowl of guacamole I made before I clean my apartment. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my life is filled with simple pleasures. I don’t think that’s such a bad place to be.

It’s a thousand pages, give or take a few

I know I’m supposed to be reading all about the Roman Empire (or its demise, at least), but lately I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it.

I’ve been extra stressed the past several weeks. I can’t name any special reason why, but I’ve noticed my muscles are extra tense, and I suspect I’ve been grinding my teeth in my sleep. And I’ve realized that when I’m stressed, the last thing I want to read is a history book. In fact, I haven’t been much interested in new books at all, though there’s a new Roy Blount Jr. book I ought to get into sitting beside me right now.

Instead, I’ve been rereading some of my favorites. I spent four days at the lake this month (definitely a stress reducer!) and read Looking for Alaska, for the third time this year. With that behind me, I returned to Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer, a football favorite that I’ve read nearly once a year since its publication. In June I reread The Time Traveler’s Wife (third time since this fall–so far, I’ve read all of these books three times total!) and Songbook. Now I’m between books, but reading portions of Beatlesongs. It’s not a reread, but it’s about songs that are nearly as comforting as my favorite books. (I just finished listening to Revolver while reading about it; now my iPod has shuffled over to 1. That probably wouldn’t have been my next choice, but it’ll do while I’m on a reading break.)

My to read list is growing all the while. (It always is!) I’m about to spend a few minutes updating my goodreads.com account with books I own but still haven’t read. And last week I came across this list on a friend’s blog. It’s a list that both encourages reflection on some of the great books and taunts me with those I’ve yet to read. Lauren says the National Endowment for the Arts (those folks who brought us The Big Read–and if you don’t know what that is, let’s talk) believes the average American has read only six of the books on this list. I can’t find anything to that end after a cursory search of their website, but I am torn between pride that I’ve read more than six and shame that my number is still so low.

Just the same–here’s to reading.

Here’s how it works:

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Mark in red the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your blog

1 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien

3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

4 Harry Potter seriesJK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6 The Bible—I’m working my way through, bit by bit!
7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell—I picked this up earlier this year, both because it’s one of those I feel like I SHOULD have read and because I LOVE Animal Farm. I haven’t read it yet, but it’s in the to-be-read-soon stack.
9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott—Also in the to-be-read-soon stack. I started it a few weeks ago but got distracted.
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare—I’ve read part and used to own the complete works, but my sister kept my copy! There’s no telling where it is now.
15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger—I intend to re-read this at some point, because I HATED it in high school. But I wonder how it would translate as an adult?
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger –loved, loved loved this!
20 Middlemarch – George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll—This was another library book sale purchase, and I just read it this spring. It was fun! I still need to read Through the Looking Glass.
30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina – Leo TolstoyI keep hearing this is one of the best things, ever.
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis—I’ve been picking them up as I spot used copies, because I can’t remember whether I read them as a child or not.
34 Emma – Jane Austen
35 Persuasion – Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini

38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 Animal Farm – George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving—A friend whose opinion I trust very, very much recommended Irving to me, but I have yet to read anything.
45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel—eventually.
52 Dune – Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses – James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal – Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection
91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94 Watership Down – Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

You know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky

My friend Brooks has a list of books to read before he dies. We were talking about this the other day, and he told me it would be decades before he read through those 250 books. I laughed at him and said, “Well just start reading. It’s not that hard!”

And so he challenged me to see who could read the next book on his list first. The book? The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

It’s possible I’m in over my head.

But Brooks’ list of books to read got me thinking. I have a long to read list, but it’s determined mostly by what people have recommended lately, the New York Times Book Review or whichever great deals I’ve come across in recent weeks. (A month ago, some friends who were moving to Boston invited a group over for an open house. They’d covered their dining room table with books they were getting rid of. I filled a bag, and I still have to read the better part of my library sale books!)

I don’t know what would fill my list of books to read before I die. Would I fill it with obvious choices–the (rest of the) Bible, classics I skipped in high school, childhood classics that I somehow missed out on? I still can’t remember if I read The Chronicles of Narnia as a child, although I am slowly working my way through them as an adult. Right now I’m so distracted by the books that have taken up residence in my kitchen (because that’s where normal people keep their unread books, right? Right?). Instead of destroying Brooks in this challenge, I’ve been tempted by the books I’ve heard about over the past several years–Water for Elephants, The Kite Runner.

Tonight I added yet another book to my list. My uncle struck gold with his birthday gift to me: a gift card to Books-A-Million and a second to Joe Muggs. With time to kill on a Saturday night and a book club pick still unpurchased, I decided to spend an hour wandering the aisles of a bookstore. My generous uncle refused to tell me how much the gift cards were for, and I was so shocked (and excited!) by their $75 sum that the bookstore clerk teased me for not spending it all in one trip. My sole purchase was Secret Ingredients: The New Yorker Book of Food and Drink–one more tome to add to the ever-growing list.

I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I may not win Brooks’ challenge–not because I’m busy, but because I’m busy reading so much else. But win or lose, I’ve got a second book on my must-read list. I will finish The History, even if it takes me 60 years.

All you need is love

I called my mother early this week and asked if I’ve always been obnoxiously excited about my birthday. She paused to consider her answer.

“Well,” she began, “you weren’t that excited the year you were born …”

If there’s any indication of how much a birthday girl I am, it may be my first memory: July 5, 1985, better known as my fourth birthday. I woke lying on my left side, staring at the pen scribblings with which my sister and I had claimed the wall as our own. (“We’ve got to do something about that wall!” is my first thought in memory–suggesting that not only have I always been a birthday girl, but I’ve also always been neurotic.) I climbed out of bed and wandered down the hall to our living room, where I perched on the back of the couch to open my present from my parents. Rules don’t apply to the birthday girl, after all. My parents still have that gift–the soundtrack to the Care Bears movie, on vinyl.

So yes, I am painfully narcissistic when my birthday approaches. But this year, my friends generously indulged my need for birthday glory.

Plans began to coalesce in the days leading up to my birthday–and the best part was, my only role was saying, “Yes, that’s what I want.” A friend organized a tubing trip, pool party and cook out while others cooked sides and birthday dessert (homemade peach and blueberry pie with an almond crumble topping–amazing!). They sent out save the dates and invites, then tallied up the guest list. They paid for my tube and my food and repeatedly went out of their way to make sure I was catered to.

It was perfect.

We’ve got at least 10 months until I start contemplating my next birthday party, and 11 months until the next countdown begins. But I’m not sure any birthday can top this one. I’ve never felt so loved.

I start walkin’ your way, you start walkin’ mine

My friend Mark and I were in the middle of a long-overdue catch-up phone call when I told him about my impending “date” with my favorite 2 year old. Recently I’ve made a habit of hanging out with my friends’ son. He just became a big brother, so I figure a little time spoiling him is a worthy investment. This child and I have quickly bonded.

“We live in different worlds,” Mark said.

Mark’s living it up in D.C., working on Capitol Hill and living his dreams. And though two of my last three dates involved a 2 year old, I’m living mine as well.

The weekend before my Chick-fil-a date night was packed. I attended Art on the Rocks that Friday night in one of my very favorite dresses. After mixing, mingling and scavenger hunting, some of our crew was ready to go but our rides were still socializing. So we walked. A mile. In our party clothes. With a plate of mashed sweet potatoes. The group had planned on a quick trip to the pool after the art museum, but we were quickly thrown out by pool security. Instead, the night ended with pizza and wine around the apartment’s fountain.

Saturday was low-key, and I didn’t leave my house till at least 4 p.m. Decked out in our more casual garden party clothes, a girl friend and I attended a benefit in the city’s urban garden. And though I’m not good with spontaneity, we then traveled to a wine bar for appetizers and, of course, wine. After persuading two of our guy friends to join us, we made a meal out of hors d’ouevres and settled into a relaxing, random evening.

During a post-church dinner the next night, the group planned a Monday night ice cream social. It was just the latest in what we’ve dubbed our “college nights.” Although we range in age from 23 to 34, there’s something about these spontaneous “school night” gatherings that we love. Maybe it’s the warm weather or our undying youth, but we love Tuesday night pool parties and dinner parties, like the one I just returned from.

And then Tuesday I took my favorite 2-year-old boy out for ice cream, balloon animals and playground fun.

Yes, Mark, we live in different worlds–and while I know you’re content with your place in life, I enjoy my quirky blend of single gal-about-town and domestic queen. I adore my little world, and I love the people who populate it.

Say what you will about City Stages

Music fans and downtown workers have already tasted what’s in store this weekend. Festival gates and fences have been erected throughout the week in preparation for Birmingham’s annual music festival, and there was an unplugged concert in Linn Park during today’s lunch. We’re right at two hours till the festival officially kicks off, and you can bet there will be plenty said about it over the next several days.

The conversation has already started in the local media, and I expect several folks will keep it going throughout the weekend. I’m including links below for those of you interested in City Stages 20. I’ve got tickets in my purse and a schedule at my side, and I’m ready for a weekend full of music. Say what you will about City Stages–I know I will. If you know me, you can easily deduce where you’ll find my weekend music entries …

Birmingham magazine City Stages blog

Birmingham News/al.com City Stages coverage

Birmingham Weekly’s City Stages coverage [currently down–will edit link when things are working]

Black & White’s City Stages coverage

The Terminal’s City Stages guide

Wade on Birmingham’s City Stages guide (check out the haikus!)

On wine

Last night I attended a wine tasting. It wasn’t my first, and I doubt it will be my last. But as is so often the case, I found that I didn’t especially like any of the seven wines I sampled.

Friends tell me I just have to keep trying until I find what I like. And it’s not as though I can’t drink the occasional glass with dinner. I’ve attempted that, on and off, over the past six years. I’ve attended wine tastings at a variety of venues and sampled wines my friends love. I’ve even enjoyed a wine weekend at a resort, including a five-course meal with a different wine (or two!) paired with each dish. Some of those were rare bottles, all carefully selected my a wine expert to complement the food. But I didn’t care for more than a sip of each, just to see how the food brought out the drink’s subtleties.

So last night, as I tasted my way through sauvignon blanc, chardonnay, rose, cabernet and others, I declared what probably should be my final word on the subject: Maybe I’m just not a wine person. My palette doesn’t seem to be developed in that particular way. And what am I missing, really? A glass of wine may appear more elegant than a pint of beer… but who doesn’t love the contrast of a girl in a prissy dress drinking a manly stout?

I do believe…

I believe in God the father almighty, maker of heaven and earth…

I believe in the pleasure of my own company.

I believe in lying in the grass at least once a week.

I believe in eating your fruits and vegetables.

I believe in the sanctity of marriage.

I believe in the loyalty of a good friend.

I believe in the comfort of a home-cooked meal.

I believe in the value of art and beauty.

I believe in the mystery of music.

I believe in being, and becoming, who you are.

I believe in being a little bit redneck.

I believe in the power of prayer.

I believe in making a soundtrack for every mood.

I believe in making people feel welcome.

I believe in spending Friday nights alone.

I believe in hope.

I believe in having friends who are men.

I (unfortunately) believe in When Harry Met Sally.

I believe in planning for tattoos I’ll never get.

I believe in reading local news.

I believe in revolution.

I believe in expensive coffee.

I believe in family.

I believe in love.

What would you do if I sang out of tune?

A Re rose to BTM’s challenge and composed an essay, lobbying for my continued friendship. Now, since we’ve been friends for nearly nine years and we still talk almost daily, I think she’s got a pretty solid case without submitting a composition. (I wouldn’t mind those monthly payments, though.)

Even so, her essay made me laugh out loud and reminded me of how much I appreciate her friendship. An excerpt:

I am so awesome that only I have the perfect out of tone singing voice to compliment CJ’s and make any one within earshot wish they were deaf while we belt it out loudly and off key. My awesomeness means that CJ profits from my shopaholic ways and gets an occasional box/bag/pile of clothes. I keep her entertained with the total “winners” I’ve dated over the last 9 years of our friendship (there was the stoner, theater major, “Old man”, “Cat”, “Grandpa”, the guy that offered to drive to Bama and buy her a stake, and others that shall remain fond/scary memories).

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carla jean is too cool for school, and by school I of course mean you

A guest post by Brian T. Murphy, author of worstweblogintheworld.

I was recently visiting my friends at the birmingham magazine, talking about life and the gods and how awesome the loft district is, when carla jean (henceforth referred to as CJ because “carla jean” is exactly 1 syllable longer than any reasonable person would ask you to pronounce for a first name) walked up, talking about how awesome she was.

I was totally like ?whoa?what?s gotten into CJ ? she?s totally talking about how awesome she is.?

We were talking about how so many of our friends have so much stuff going on, dealing with hard life issues, like some of mine are trying to decide which new gulfstream to buy, and which caribbean island they will vacate on, and some of her friends have totally lost feet due to the malaria strain, and another is still bleeding internally from when CJ kicked her in the pancreas.

Big stuff.

And so the conversation inevitably came to how hard it is, dealing with having so many friends, what to do with them all, what to do with a growing list of people requesting friendship that you just simply aren?t sure you can fit in with your already bustling lifestyle.

And so I have developed this list of parameters which you must consider prior to suggesting / considering friendship with CJ:

1. you must hate books. CJ is obviously a snobby book person who would prefer to read in the rain rather than enjoy live music from living legends such as stevie wonder ? but this does not mean that she wants her friends to also be snobby book people. In fact, if you read, or are even literate, CJ probably hates you.

2. you must love contemporary christian music, especially contemporary christian music with lots of synthesizer sounds.

3. you must go to coffee shops with CJ, but instead of drinking coffee, you must pour the coffee over your head and then lick it off your clothes. bonus points for eating your clothes. point deduction for eating CJ’s clothes.

4. you must, while canoeing with CJ, remind her how dreadfully boring canoeing is. remind her that the only thing that could make canoeing interesting would be if you fell out of your canoe, were eaten by a poisonous water snake, drowned in a heavy current, and then saved by carla jean, via lasso rope around your leg, or neck. or, if while canoeing, a battle took place underwater with submarines which shot laser beams at eachother and you could watch the entire thing because your canoe had a glass bottom. or, if monkeys rained down from the sky, because that makes everything interesting, and people generally like monkeys very much.

5. you must talk about how awesome CJ is at all times.

6. you must possess full knowledge of the ryan adams catalogue, and unfortunately, you must also be familiar with nickel creek, even though nickel creek blows.

7. you must feign interest in college athletics, specifically football. (snore)

8. if you see somebody CJ does not like, you must kick them in the pancreas. you must do this even if you like the person very much. one time I saw a woman kick her own mother in the pancreas just so that CJ might be friends with her. It didn’t work, and the mother ended up not making it (sad story). CJ said “if you really wanted to be my friend, you would have put a little more effort – a little more *gusto* – in your pancreas kick. sorry I’m just not convinced that you are serious about this relationship.”

9. you must submit, in writing, a request for friendship (RFF), no longer than 350 words. describe how awesome you are. then describe how awesome CJ is. then apologize for ever suggesting how awesome you are. include photograph (if you are male, preferably shirtless). include deposit check for $1,000. for expedited consideration (and more bonus points) include a deposit check for $5,000.

Once approved for friendship, you will be placed on a 90-day probation period, during which time monthly installments of $500 are due by the 5th of the month. At the conclusion of the probation period, monthly payments are reduced to $450 per month, and it is at this point that you may begin speaking to CJ. If monthly payments are made in a timely manner over a period of two years, you will be placed into a pool of contestants eligible to receive direct eye contact with CJ. Remember to never initiate direct eye contact, but once CJ initiates, you are free to reciprocate.

Also, for extra bonus points, kill cats and make stew out of them and serve them to CJ on special occasions. specifically, make stew out of CJ’s cats.

because CJ loves cat stew.