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Bedoor Bluemoon

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Technology changed so many things around us and changed the way we do things.  Friends used to tell us that they like what we are wearing and now they double click on our image.  Mothers used to take forever to cook a meal and now a quick whiz in the microwave does wonders (I am against microwave cooking).  Writing was done using a pen and paper and now kids get too bored when they write because they are just not used to it.  Televisions, mobile phones, and of course, books have changed.

I recall having my mother drop me off to the Family Bookstore biweekly just to choose a book to read but nowadays, with the internet, I can browse through pages and pages of Amazon books without leaving the comfort of my home.  I have realized that this is an addiction when I started classifying my wish lists into “wish list- to buy,” “wish list: work,” “wish list: children”, and finally “wish list- maybe”.   For those who think they can cure me, I choose not to be cured and I am happy with the fact that I love to collect books.

Hello, my name is Bedoor and I’m a book hoarder.

Am I against change?  Maybe.

Resistance to change is an issue many people undergo.  Most people are more comfortable with their routine and rely on the way things were always done.  So you see people who grew up with physical books are more inclined to prefer them over the electronic readers, whereas kids this age are more comfortable reading in their electronic devices.

I prefer my books. I prefer to engage all my senses in reading.  I prefer to revel in touching the cover and feel the crisp pages between my fingers.  I revel in the scent of the bookstore, the sound of nothingness, and the stacks and stacks of books.  Book utopia.

E-readers are the new libraries without the space, shelves, and magic.

I am not saying E-readers are bad, reading is such a personal and dear matter to me I have my customs. Many tried to convince me that E-readers are better since they would “save space when traveling.” Now would they, REALLY, save space?  Think of the maximum number of days you would be away on vacation. Two to three weeks?  Now think of the number of books you will read.  Pack them up, how heavy are they?  Do you need a charger with them?

Our eyes are already staring at screens all day we need to give them a break.  We need to enjoy the classic process of holding a book in our hand at the end of each day.  Reading in bed with the lights within hand’s reach is such a beautiful experience the reader tends to go to sleep while still between worlds.  I would rather turn the book over and contemplate the events between chapters than turn the e-reader off. Fumbling to find the bookmark between the sheets just to wake up the next morning to see that you’ve dropped the book on the floor (and the bookmark is across the room).

My books are a part of me.  They are a part of my past and each book holds a special place in my heart.  I recall most of the times I purchased the books and the feelings I had reading the back cover.  I can spend hours just looking at the covers and reading the titles, remembering some interesting detail that I just never forgot.  With E-readers, how can I do that?  Will I remember how I felt buying the book on the E-store using my credit card?  It’s not personal enough.

I tried both methods and I choose the contemporary book any day.  I can’t deal with more electronics, they are too impersonal and aren’t reliable all the time.  I would rather give my son a physical book to flip through, to use his fingers and touch the parts that are made out of cloth or fur just to have a feel of what the item is.  He will eventually have the choice when he grows older but I believe the way we grew up wasn’t so bad.

What do you prefer?

April’s fool

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“Dinna laugh, dinna smile. Hunt the gowk another mile.”

The traditional April fool’s prank in the United kingdom specifically in Scotland and Ireland was to send a person with a closed letter to someone asking for help.  The person receiving the letter would read the above and send the gawk, a cuckoo or a fool, to another person who would allegedly be able to help.  This would take a few trips to different people until the fool finally realizes he is being pranked, and I doubt he would be feeling too pleased with himself.

So the question is why specify one day to play pranks or hoaxes on people? Why is there immense happiness when a person plans, lies, and laughs at an innocent? Is it a day when honesty can be put on hold? Would that mean people would not be hurt or embarrassed?

In addition to April’s fool day, can we have May’s truth day per se? Can we have an honest day where people tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth ALL DAY? Seems like a stretch for a good idea to pick up, maybe I should have brought it up in a previous life when I was an English noblewoman.  In court, where the duke would think it’s a hilarious idea and impose it.  Then the trend catches on and, voila! “May’s Truth Day”. It would make sense to have it in March at the beginning of spring when flowers bloom and truths unfold. Not a bad idea.

Back to reality.

People are attracted to the forbidden; the hype of being a trickster, the ability to outsmart a person and the satisfaction of it being a success year after year just trumps all truths out there.

It is not the courageous who lie, it is the courageous who tell the truth.

Dinna laugh, dinna smile. Say the truth right to my eye.

I dare you…

Vanity Fair

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We are living in Vanity Fair.  We are currently lusting over material goods and craving everything our hearts desire.  It would be a great misconception to think that people learn from other people’s mistakes.  It would be a greater misconception to think that all people learn from books.

Thackeray’s Vanity Fair represents the stop in John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress where everything to a human’s tastes, delights, and lusts are sold daily.  (Wikipedia).

Think of it.  Vanity is within us.

Women are too preoccupied in taming their tresses they forget that their heads actually contain brains. Men are too preoccupied in ensuring their status is conserved they forget their responsibilities.

Everyone has at least one thing they are vain about.  Don’t you?

And why not?

It is how society is.  How celebrities are portrayed and how marriages are made.  Comparing themselves to others, people have more than enough to occupy their minds they lose focus of what really matters. What does society prioritize?

Vanity.

Vanity Fair.  An everlasting fair where everything to a human’s tastes, delights, and lusts are sold daily.  Vanity Fair: where hair dressers are packed and libraries are empty.  Vanity Fair: where showing off your Dior shoes matters more than discussing your values.  Vanity Fair: where the price tag on your car is the price tag you carry.

People slumber in their non-existence.  Sum their net worth and divide their earnings over lunches at expensive restaurants (to post on Instagram and SnapChat) and first-class tickets to Neverland: a place where the lost kids don’t grow old and plastic surgeries are done.

Others who try to take an opposing role are shunned.  It is not about beauty, it is about being “polished.” About taking an active part in the materialistic world.  About singing with the choir.

Vanity Fair, when will we learn?

On a lighter note, Vanity Fair (the movie) with Reese Witherspoon displays a VERY interesting belly dancing scene in which, apparently, a well known 21st century Egyptian singer travels back in time to sing the song.  During the supposed erotic dance, the not-so-sweet voice of Hakeem utters what can only be believed to be peace be upon you (Is Is , Is’salam alaikom).  You don’t believe me?  Try Youtube.

Satirical? So was Thackeray.

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Cheers.

Hello Literature Lovers

A shout out to all literature lovers out there.

Reading and writing have been my passion for a long time.  I think it has to do with the intellectual people from my childhood.  I remember sitting on the side of my aunt’s sofa while she was reading a novel asking her “when will I be able to read?”  “Soon,” she said.  Two years later, I started and I haven’t stopped since.

Actually, I have stopped for the past year.  I was blessed with a gorgeous baby boy and, being very career oriented and having 10 years of a child-less marriage, put me in a not-too-pretty situation of being TOTALLY clueless.

Come March 2015, the year is over and my baby boy just turned one.  Surprise, surprise I finally have the hang of things (I can imagine moms laughing now, well let me swim with the naive and be blessed with ignorance); I think I have the hang of things

Now I’m back to reading.

And writing.

So hello again literature lovers, hope to see you on the shelves with some published books

Bedoor Blue Moon

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