OMG! I just died laughing. And I cannot stop! Awesomely cool! :-) :-)
OMG! I just died laughing. And I cannot stop! Awesomely cool! :-) :-)
I sleep like Charles Dickens, work (creative work) like Benjamin Franklin, have fun like Tchaikovsky, and drink like Vonnegut ;-)
I've found this amazing chart here, I highly recommend exploring it as it's full interactive infographic. A great way to discover how great minds were different from each other but at the same time so similar to ordinary people.
How does your life compare to these creative minds? I'm curious :)
It's National Hug Day in Poland today.
Have a hug, even if you're not in Poland.
Hugs are always great.
Infographic from Lovereading.co.uk
If I could ask for another favor! I've got one more survey - this is for my English final research paper. It shouldn't take too terribly long, but I'd really appreciate if y'all could fill it out and (if you like) share so others can as well.
I haven't always been a book lovers. Uff, I said it. As a child I didn't hide under the blanket with a book and a flashlight, I didn't invent stories, drew imaginary friends. I was quite shy and calm and fell into a stereotype, played with dolls and teddy bears.
The passion for words was born steadily and gradually and bloomed in my adolescence, as many other things. Although my early childhood wasn't full of books and written words (times were different, as was Poland then), I do have a bookish moment from that time.
One of the earliest memory related to books is my grandma. Well, not the granny grandma in a standard way. My grandma was quite young, 43, when I was born, she has always been busy, energetic smart woman. And she had a great memory and I mean really incredible. She still has. She was able to memorize whole pages, every song or poem, it didn't matter how long it was, she could recite it with a proper intonation, tenderness and build such a dramatic atmosphere that the listeners could nearly see and touch the fictional world.
When I visited my grandparents, usually during weekends or when I overnighted, my grandma used to teach me one of Adam Mickiewicz's ballads - Świtezianka (The Nymph of The Lake Switez).
Mickiewicz was a Polish national poet, dramatist, essayist and a representative of Polish Romanticism in the XIX century (with two other poets, Juliusz Słowacki and Zygmunt Krasiński, they were called The Three Bards). Mickiewicz was a leading Romantic dramatist, compared to Byron and Goethe in Poland and Europe.
Mickiewicz's Świtezianka (The Nymph of The Lake Switez) is a beautiful poem about a young couple, two love birds who wish to spend the rest of their lives together. As always in the love stories (and XIX century wasn't different in this respect) there's a catch. The youth's faithfulness is put to the test, the girl plays tricks on him and in a disguise tries to seduce. Unfortunately he doesn't "hold to his oath" and is tempted by a mysterious nymph (the girl herself who turns out to be a real nymph). The youth fails and the punishment if harsh both for his spirit and his body. There's no happy ending.
BTW: You can read the poem here and feel the tension thanks to the music written by Chopin to this work.
One would think that neither the theme nor the language (XIX c) is the best pick for a child of 5 or 6. But I loved it. Of course I didn't get the poem but I loved how the words floated, the rhymes, their sound and rhythm. And the graphics were stunning, dramatic but stunning.
This was the first moment when I appreciated the words.
The moment, however, didn't stop me from hating Mickiewicz in the high school. I didn't like the pompous interpretations of his dramas, "the most important and patriotic texts in Polish literature" as they repeated again and again. I just couldn't relate to them and my Polish language teacher didn't offer us any book discussions or let for individualized opinions. The interpretation could be only one.
No one had ever recited Mickiewicz's works to me as my grandma did.
cover painting "Świtezianka" Kazimierz Alchimowicz, via Museum of Romanticism
book illustrations via
No, I am not pregnant but this is very first time I see something like this and had to share.
This is the "Bell-Net Mother Book" created by Japanese (boy, they are creative) medical service network presenting 40 weeks of pregnancy on 40 pages printed in 3D.
The book grows (literally) with future mother's belly and is a sort of pregnancy diary: the left side is empty and ready for mum's notes and the right side shows what's happening to woman's body from week to week.
I must say that this publication looks very neat and elegant. Graphics are subtle and delicate with nice design. I can imagine that this is just different representation of mum-to be, see-what-to-expect-while-expecting books.
I'm not mum so it's hard for me to evaluate. Dear mums out there, would you like to have Mother Book like this?
Some of the weeks look like this:
But it's OK. I adore my cat, anyway. I call her "little bubble" because she's so soft and furry (she's The Siberian), and ... round. Well, it's probably because of her appetite too ;-)
Reading starts from the book title.
Warning: Ranting post ahead. I need to get this down.
The world of books is an interesting place. There's something for everyone around here. Love robots? There's a book for that. Need some sizzling sex scenes? There's a lot of books for that. Simply want to learn how to use your microwave? Guess what? There's a book for that too! That's the beauty of being a reader. No matter what you love, no matter what makes you tick, there's a book for you.
Which is why I cannot stand people who judge other people by what they read. People who spout things like "Oh, that's so low brow" or "REALLY? That's what you're reading?" and then walk away feeling superior about it. Obviously I can't do anything about how you feel inside. But when those words come out? When you make someone else feel bad for picking up a book? Oh, it's on. It's ON.
I taught kids for a long time, and I constantly fought a battle with my managers to let them read what they wanted. People kept telling me that reading a magazine just "wasn't real literature" and that comic books didn't count. I fought tooth and nail for those kids. I'd a hundred times rather a kid pick up a magazine and read an article about their favorite baseball player, or the newest shoes, than not read at all. If their face is in a book and not stuck to a television screen? I consider that a win.
Now I find myself fighting that same battle for adults I know. For those people out there who are shamed for what they read. It's makes me so angry inside.
Do I want to read 50 Shades of Gray? Nope.
Will I shame someone else for wanting to read it? HELL no.
Again, the fact that they're picking up a book is what matters to me. And hell, I'll recommend them a million more books like that if it keeps them reading. What I like doesn't matter in their lives. What I read plays no part in what they read. Unless they ask for suggestions. Which I'll gladly give.
What I'm trying to say? READ, AND LET READ.
No book shaming. No hate. Just read.
I always have a book by my side. My bag doesn't need to be huge to fit in my Kindle. But telling the truth, book size doesn't matter, I can even take extra bag to carry a book with me. Sometimes I carry a book but have no occasion to open it. However, I feel comfortable that I can. Every time I left book at home, some reading-occasion happened so now I'm not moving without it.
I like watching movies and series but the commercial time is ridiculous! Ads tend to be 15-20 minutes long in the prime time. Then I end up with a book in my hand. Sometimes, though, the book is so gripping that I cannot go back to the movie.
3. Traffic jam
There's always time for a chapter or two in a car. Traffic jam, red light, parking lot, when collecting somebody from the station. Not to mention travelling as a passenger. But that's kind of obvious.
4. Plane and train
This collocates with the point above but it's really important for me to have a read when I'm travelling by plane or train. I cannot imagine going anywhere without at least one book.
5. Washing machine
This may sounds silly but sometimes I read next to my washing machine waiting for the program to end.
I hate waiting, even if it's for boiling water. Then I grab a book and wait until I hear a whistle.
7. Saturday morning
I read on Saturday mornings when my partner is at work. The afternoons belong to him.
8. Computer games and PS3
My partner is a gamer. When he's in the virtual world, I'm in the literary. Everyone's happy.
I don't mind standing in the queue while shopping or waiting in the clinic. The only con is that sometimes I don't hear or notice that it's my turn.
In my current condition no reading is possible :( Defeated by sinusitis. Tears and tissues are just e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Bloody runny nose and headache is killing me and definitely ruining my nose - it looks like in the middle of bizarre peeling process! Oooh, just make it stop and let me breath normally...
4D Reading. It's called sensory fiction. For me, kind of science fiction!
Oooooo. That's so strange.
"Sensory fiction is about new ways of experiencing and creating stories.
Traditionally, fiction creates and induces emotions and empathy through words and images. By using a combination of networked sensors and actuators, the Sensory Fiction author is provided with new means of conveying plot, mood, and emotion while still allowing space for the reader’s imagination.
While the project explores new ways of reading with digital augmentations, this is not a product idea but rather an exploration in the context of Science Fiction stories. It is an artifact meant to provoke discussions."