My Girlfriend

To whom it may concern:

My girlfriend, Genevieve, has been wondering why I haven't mentioned her on my blog. It's not that I wasn't trying, I did put up a poem last week that I wrote for her, but it was more like it never occurred to me. So here's her first video (from November, I helped edit it) for FiveAwesomeYAFans, an YouTube group that reviews five books a week via videos.




Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (8)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


Genevieve

I tell you

I love you

I mean it

I do

In the same

haunting way

that “somehow

everything I own

smells of you”

everywhere I go

you follow

filling my head

with memories

and happy wishes.

When you smile

it makes me cry

and it makes me laugh

but most of all

it reminds me

of the day i

held your hand

of the day i

first kissed you

of every time

I told you

I loved you

I meant it

I still do

Later guys,

Adam

A Picture is worth 1,000 words

To whom it may concern:

I felt lazy today, so I decided to write a 4,000 word novella... get it, four pictures, a picture is worth a thousand .... ok you get it. Yes, I know its not that funny.













For the inquisitive people out there--- All of these pictures were taken by me or my girlfriend. I think that they are an interesting look at parts of my life. Maybe I'll put up some more later.

Write more later,

Adam

Poetry Friday (7)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

What Happened on Wednesday

Like all storms, calm before.

Then heat behind the eyes,

the brewing bile boils in the

cold chambers of the heart.

I hear it. The growling at

the mouth of it's bitter-black den.

Blood pushes through tightened veins.

So fall the floodgates.

A fury-red hell-borne thunder-breaking rage

the roaring-vortex tunnel-vision hate

froth-at-the-tongue burning-world

charred-love-soul-eating holocaust.

NO!

Fie! Fie! I defy you wrath!

You vile tempter, you black incubus!

The hollow fruit in hand, I defy you!

But lost.

Free-wrought by open tongues of flame,

the copper taste still poisoning my teeth,

I have, inebriated, lain waste to all I love.

And now stare on this desolate plain,

still miraged by swirling madness,

thrown off from embers cast by this

malignant tempest.

It rumbles; not yet lost over the horizon.

Leave me Wrath... Begone...

Realization. Sadness. Embitterment. Acceptance.

Nothing.

Emptiness.

Like a calm before a storm.

Later guys,

Adam

Paper Towns review

To whom it may concern:

Hi everybody.

Well I thought I would pop in a review before bed. But first I wanted to share an important piece of my life. My sister was watching Must Love Dogs tonight on TV, and I occasionally poked my head in to see what was going on. I gleaned two important thoughts from what I saw of Must Love Dogs, number one: TV movies are destructive to brain cells, an number two: dogs are awesome. So instead of frying my brain trying to understand the plot connections of TV movie writers, I played with my pooches. And then I dug up some pictures of them to share with all of you.

Aren't they cute?

Anyway, tonight I am reviewing Paper Towns, by the one and only John Green, our Nerdfighters figurehead.

Paper Towns by John Green

Summary form Barnes & Noble:

"When Margo Roth Spiegelman beckons Quentin Jacobsen in the middle of the night-dressed like a ninja and plotting an ingenious campaign of revenge-he follows her. Margo's always planned extravagantly, and, until now, she's always planned solo. After a lifetime of loving Margo from afar, things are finally looking up for Q . . . until day breaks and she has vanished. Always an enigma, Margo has now become a mystery. But there are clues. And they're for Q."

Here's my take on it:

So, I will tell you right off the bat that I went into reading this book with expectations. I had some definite preconceived notions for what it would be like, thanks to Looking for Alaska and An Abundance of Katherines. I must say, I wasn't disappointed.

Paper Towns was fantastic. It was another book that, like John Green's other two, somehow magically glue themselves to your hands, you just can't put it down until the very last page. And also like Alaska and Katherines, Paper Towns was like a philosophy class in a book. The breadth and depth of the thematic elements, and the remarkable realistic way that the characters deal with them, is inspirational and compelling. It really is like philosophy in a can, just add water (don't actually add water. Water damages books.)

I give Paper Towns a whopping 4 stars. I would give it a full 5 if I hadn't read Looking for Alaska first, and as it is it probably deserves a 4 ½ . Unfortunately half a star is just an irregular hexagon.

One star: Margo Roth Spiegelman. Another fictional woman that I now have a crush on. Thank you John Green, you make my fantasies so much more ... fantastical.

One star: Florida. The armpit of the USA, and yet, by the end of the book, you actually like it, kudos to John Green, only he could make a place like Florida appealing.

One star: The idea of paper towns, paper people working paper jobs, in paper buildings. Creepy, deep, awesome. Also, the actual definition of a paper town, quite cool as well. Trust mapmakers to do crazy stuff like that.

One star: The road trip. Funny, so true, well written. Makes me wish gas was less expensive.

An invisible ½ a star: The feeling you have right after finishing the book, usually summed up in this exclamation: Woah.

Alright, with that, I am calling it a night. I'll go give my dogs a pat on the head for all of you.

Until next I write,

Adam

Poetry Friday (6)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


A Bus Ride...

I stare behind the windows, hand on chin

but for all the world cannot remember

what is blurring by so fast.

I am a thought mummy, wrapped in my mind

and dead to the rest of the world.

I have found two paths diverging

and I would take the one less traveled by

if I could see which one it was

through my open blinded eyes.

We come to stop and again doors open

I step out and leave myself behind.

eyes in the ground, I walk my weighted steps

to nowhere, and with nothing there to find.

promises I could never keep wander

between empty ears and blank expressions.

I am being pulled apart, and amazed,

see that I am the stranger tearing at my limbs.

These thoughts are sweated out of me like rain

across my very skin, refugees of a tortured mind.

How long it has been, can not be forever.

But for the fraying at my thoughts

it has been infinity and back again.

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (5)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

Potential

A billion stars in the corona of the mind

Is but a second in the deadly span.

A thousand leagues on every side

Leaves a wayfarer searching for the path.

Ten million strings are woven by the Fates

But not a one is longer than Lachesis' whim.

Six hundred coiled knots confound each birthing cord

But never more than one sees the other end.

There are a trillion forks in the path

Each with a hundred billion branches.

Sixty beats a minute tick the rhythm of our day

Until the halting shuttering stop of the last hand.

You could be anything,

Do that intangible wonder,

Or steer a smile in a sea of tears

But you only have one chance.

Later,
Adam