it's late on a sunday and the long break from work this thanksgiving season has put me in the mood to get things done. ready for tommorrow, and hoping i achieve in it what i need to. the chaos of things can seem overwhelming, and bringing order to it in anyway makes so much better...so i cleaned my room and did my laundry.
friends and i went to a casino for thanksgiving. the simple pure fun of being in a native american casino on a day celebrating the union of natives and settlers (just before the slaughter) gave me goosebumps.
i got to see a friend in an element i'd never seen him in before. an uncertain place, with uncertain memories and implications. a man so powerful in presense is always dimmed by his past. or so it seems. in truth, he shines all the brighter to me. daily.
almost finished with the newest robert jordan book in the "eye of the world" series. the last battle draws near, and the lights of every latern threaten to burn out. everything hangs on the edge of forever.
i read it slow in order to trickle out its exsistance for me. reading the book is like having a dream you've had dozens of times before, but only once every few years. the dream, so crisp and real to you that you taste the honey you drink in it, comes just often enough to make your heart full. the books are like that dream to me. they make me a little sad, in truth, for all the sensations and spirit of childhood and growing up that they bring to me. but it's only the saddness that comes from any amount of sustained emotion.
jordan has a magical system based in practicalities. the magic has a price, and the price is as rooted in the phyical world as running up a hill for hours and hours does. i enjoy the system. the calm truth to the things he sees and then shows to us. i enjoy the politics, the personalities, the governments and nations. but more than any of that, i enjoy opening pages that tear me out into a world i've inhabited infrequently for a dozen years. the bright yellow eyes of the wolves peering out from the trees. the hagard prince growing colder and colder every day because of the weight on his back. the confused heroism of everyones favorite rogue. that world.
since i've begun readin the books (i read the first in freshman or sophmore year of high school) i've imagined myself to be in that world while taking showers or sitting in front of televisions. not one of the existing characters in it, but an entirely new character. me. myself. i would be myself, but i would be there with these people, in this world.
i can channel the magic, of course...but i'm not supremely talented or powerful. average in it's use. i have a knack for being around during important events, but i watch just as often as i participate.
my family would be chuckling along to something funny a comic with a television series is saying on the screen, and i would chuckle along. only i was laughing at something i'd overheard the gambler say to the daughter of the nine moons.
showers are my favorite place to fantasize. nobody needs takes that long to get clean. i'll see myself in some battle, some intrigue, or develop an entire storyline for myself that is far offshot from the rest of the action, yet finds that it plays a part of something already happening in the novels.
anyway
it's good stuff, and i'm glad to be reading it again.
friends and i went to a casino for thanksgiving. the simple pure fun of being in a native american casino on a day celebrating the union of natives and settlers (just before the slaughter) gave me goosebumps.
i got to see a friend in an element i'd never seen him in before. an uncertain place, with uncertain memories and implications. a man so powerful in presense is always dimmed by his past. or so it seems. in truth, he shines all the brighter to me. daily.
almost finished with the newest robert jordan book in the "eye of the world" series. the last battle draws near, and the lights of every latern threaten to burn out. everything hangs on the edge of forever.
i read it slow in order to trickle out its exsistance for me. reading the book is like having a dream you've had dozens of times before, but only once every few years. the dream, so crisp and real to you that you taste the honey you drink in it, comes just often enough to make your heart full. the books are like that dream to me. they make me a little sad, in truth, for all the sensations and spirit of childhood and growing up that they bring to me. but it's only the saddness that comes from any amount of sustained emotion.
jordan has a magical system based in practicalities. the magic has a price, and the price is as rooted in the phyical world as running up a hill for hours and hours does. i enjoy the system. the calm truth to the things he sees and then shows to us. i enjoy the politics, the personalities, the governments and nations. but more than any of that, i enjoy opening pages that tear me out into a world i've inhabited infrequently for a dozen years. the bright yellow eyes of the wolves peering out from the trees. the hagard prince growing colder and colder every day because of the weight on his back. the confused heroism of everyones favorite rogue. that world.
since i've begun readin the books (i read the first in freshman or sophmore year of high school) i've imagined myself to be in that world while taking showers or sitting in front of televisions. not one of the existing characters in it, but an entirely new character. me. myself. i would be myself, but i would be there with these people, in this world.
i can channel the magic, of course...but i'm not supremely talented or powerful. average in it's use. i have a knack for being around during important events, but i watch just as often as i participate.
my family would be chuckling along to something funny a comic with a television series is saying on the screen, and i would chuckle along. only i was laughing at something i'd overheard the gambler say to the daughter of the nine moons.
showers are my favorite place to fantasize. nobody needs takes that long to get clean. i'll see myself in some battle, some intrigue, or develop an entire storyline for myself that is far offshot from the rest of the action, yet finds that it plays a part of something already happening in the novels.
anyway
it's good stuff, and i'm glad to be reading it again.