Everyone loves an Oscar Wilde quote! And this one is especially great because the Dowager Countess of Grantham said it too. Don’t you think Dame Maggie’s job must be the best ever? All she does is swan around in lacy gowns and deliver pithy one-liners. It’s funny because I kind of imagine that’s exactly what Oscar Wilde did too…except he wasn’t acting. Such a genius.
Arcade Fire is one of my favorite bands, and unlike soooome people, I totally buy into their anthemic, orchestral sound. It was hard for me to pick out a lyric, because so many of theirs are beautiful and evocative, but they kind of lose something when they’re taken out of the context of the song. Lucky you though, you can just listen to the song and you’ll have the best of both worlds!
I’m not at all ashamed to love Valentine’s Day; apart from it being my BIRTHDAY!!! (sorry), I also think it’s been fully established that the day can be used to celebrate any and all kinds of love in your life. And keeping in the spirit of that, I whipped up this valentine for my roommate! At first I couldn’t decide whether or not to share it here, because as you can see it’s for a preeeetty specific audience. But the concept is really adaptable, so just bear with me!
I bought her a book I knew she’d like (and that I’d like to steal); Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. (We first met as leetle freshmen in the aforementioned french class where we read The Little Prince, so of course we bonded over how great he is.) I decided to make a faux cover for it, based on a mishmash between a romance or fantasy book cover and a valentine. For no real reason other than I thought it would be hilarious. Then I wrote a note on the back, explaining how it (very tangentially) related to the gift within. If I’d thought this through beforehand, I might have chosen a book that could be punned on in the fake cover, but ehhh…you live and you learn. Cheers to a lovefest of a Valentine’s Day!
“One sees clearly only with the heart. That which is essential is invisible to the eyes.”
I spent my entire childhood reading like a maniac. I used to read in the car, at dinner, while walking the dog (running headlong into telephone poles was an occupational hazard).
So it follows that, despite weekly trips to the library, I never had enough stuff to read. It often got to point where, if there was nothing else handy, I’d finish a book and then just start it right over. Sometimes I’d get so desperate that I’d rifle through the adult end of the family bookshelves, which is how I acquainted myself with most of the contents of Lady Chatterley’s Lover at the tender age of 8. (Saucy!)
All this is to say that it make NO GODDAMN SENSE that I wasn’t introduced to the amazingness that is the Little Prince until my junior year French class. I honestly believe that this book should be a mandatory read for all children—all people, anywhere. But at least I got to it eventually. And I’ve decided that it’s kind of cool I got to read it for the first time in the original French; even though my comprehension wasn’t so great (now it’s nonexistent, sadface), it was still a wonderful way to read a truly glorious book.
If you live under a rock like I once did, you must go read this. If you can read it in French, even better! (jealz) I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll just say that this book is the MEANING OF LIFE. For serious. Go.