Reason why Books are so Important

'Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, screaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you are. That's my definition, anyway.  Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

'So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality. Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on earth? But when he was held rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane... Well, there we have the first thing I said we need. Quality texture of information.'

Amen to Ray Bradbury. To get the other two reasons why books are so important, see Fahrenheit 451 pg. 83-85. I would put them here but that would make this post a novel.

Read a book.
Lahve always,
Maddiey

15 Random Things About Me

Thank you Dani Bee Bum ;)

1. Every morning, I wake up and read the newspaper to see which famous people have a birthday that day.

1a. I looked at today's paper hoping to see Justin Bieber's name there (because it is his birthday today, duh). I was disappointed that they only listed old people all over the age of sixty. I was fuming, but now I'm over it.

2.  I seem to only think through the things in life that don't matter that much. It's fine.

3. I like to observe peoples smiles and think that they show a great deal about a persons personality.

4. I find rain storms very therapeutic.

5. I cry when I watch romance movies.

5a. My reason for crying, you ask? Eh, why not? They're too beautiful not to cry tears of happiness.

6. Laughter is my favorite sound.

7. I have an obsession with super heros. It's the greatest.

8. I have a strong and barely controllable emotion (akhay passion) for photography.

9. I can't stand dry hands/ dry skin. Ew!

9a. If you haven't put lotion on today and you are reading this, do me a favor please. Go put lotion on. 

10. I live for the heat of 90 degree weather.

11. I like to concentrate on breathing.

12. My favorite color has been/ always will be purple. 

12a. It's not on purpose, just a coincidence that Justin Bieber's 'color' is Purple.

12b. I think I might start up the Purple Club again. Mainly just for my own amusement.

13. I love to see any type of writing titled as 'Untitled'

14. I am an avid reader of romances.

14a. I try to read normal people books but that never lasts long. I have been at this normal person book for over a year now. It's fine.

15. Frankly, I miss the use of Cassette Tapes and VHS. They were (and still are) beautiful.

Tag, you're it... eh, Dani, you took my tags... Well, anyone who stalks me on my blog (that's not a bad thing, you know):

Consider yourself Tagged.

Day Twenty Two: Upset

Writer's Block. That's what upsets me. I hate being far from a computer and I have a wonderful idea for a post. Then, when I find a computer, I can't remember what I was going to write. After a while it gets rather annoying to stare at the curser blinking nonstop on a white, blank surface.

Oh how odd. I just experienced what I just said.

Can I just say that I truly wish for a typewriter? Well, I do. Oh so bad. 

I realized how much I love antiques last night as my mom showed the fam some pictures of her stay in Washington state. She was staying with her parents while her mom had a hip replacement. Before the surgery, G-ma worked at the Market. My mom tagged along and took beautiful pictures of the things that G-ma made to sell there. Talk about beautiful!

If you find a typewriter or any other old/amazing antiques, please let me know.

Seriously.

Day Seventeen: I Can't Pick Just One

Okay. I can't just pick one favorite memory. It's just too hard. If I were to pick one, I would think about it for hours on end. Then, I would realize that it isn't my absolute favorite memory and I would go and change it. This cycle would just keep going and never end so... how about I just describe what makes a perfect favorite memory? Yep, that will have to do.

 This is a matter of opinion so you don't need to agree with me. It's fine.

[For me] Life's best memories are fairly simple. They don't always have to cost a fortune. Now I'm not saying that expensive trips are no fun. If I said that, I would be lying. But the simplicity of the moment makes everything spectacular. Simple things like: a guy twirling you while you slow dance, laying on the creek trail with your gal friends, soaking in the sun; realizing your strength/ability and run ten miles, pinning flowers on your date as you get ready to go to a formal dance, walking along the beach, shoeless, picking up any sand dollars that appear to still be whole; studying and learning about your passions in life (not to be confused with the stuff that teachers shovel down your throat); dancing and/or singing to your favorite music (while your alone in your room), talking and/or thinking to yourself, and the list goes on.

The simple things allow you to remember that you are breathing and that you are human. You are enjoying life.

Live life to the fullest.
Lahve always,
Madison

Cassette Tapes

Cassette Tapes

Pure amazingness.

Beautiful.

Happiness.

I wish people still used

 cassette tapes 

like iPods.

Talk about a 

dream come true!

P.S. Don't forget about Elvis.

 Lahve Always,

     Maddiey