Eat. Pray. Love. Denied?

I have a rule about books. If I don't like the book, I do not force myself to read it. I never get why people make themselves hunker down to finish a book that doesn't inspire them to read the next page. Why? There are only so many free hours in our days, particularly as we get older and become bogged down my more and more commitments and obligations that steal away our time. The only time I may force myself into a book is if it's a book for a class (erhm, college) or I'm absolutely certain it's going to get better because SO many peopel have told me it's good (I'm thinking Angela's Ashes which, quite frankly, is a masterpiece and if you haven't you must go and read it RIGHT NOW).

So when I started reading Eat. Pray. Love. I was utterly disappointed at my complete disinterest in the novel. Let me also say that my favorite book to read is one of the travel autobiography genre and I have read a LOT of them. More often than not they are mediocre but still readable. This book, however didn't do it for me. I didn't get very far into it because I simply couldn't relate to the character - there was something about her sense of entitlement that irritated and alienated me to her. She's selfish in a way I could not relate to. Her narcissism made my skin crawl and, being an avid reader of various blogs, I'm pretty used to narcisissm in writtten form. I couldn't get the character, which was completely disappointing because 1) I'm a woman, like her 2) I like to read and write about traveling and most importantly 3) I'm a traveler. The fact that I was unable to connect with this woman on that, the deepest level of my existence as the Traveler I see myself as - that I could not relate to her as a traveler, bothered me the most.

So I stopped reading it. Just like that. And now, several years later, the movie is coming out and I think I might. just. see. it.

Maybe I've changed, maybe the movie will be different or maybe it'll all just be crap anyway, but I'm drawn to the trailer and I think I might give it a shot. So here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZzmqHJ0gPU

"I used to have this appetite for my life and it is just gone. I want to go someplace where I can just marvel at something."

Ithaca

This poem was in the first few pages of a novel by Paulo Coelho called The Zahir. While I felt that the novel was just OK (I much prefer The Alchemist, a truly exquisite novel) I love this poem and its message.

Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,

pray that the road is long,

full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the angry Poseidon—do not fear them:

You will never find such as these on your path

if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine

emotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,

if you do not carry them within your soul,

if your heart does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.

That the summer mornings are many, when,

with such pleasure, with such joy

you will enter ports seen for the first time;

stop at Phoenician markets,

and purchase fine merchandise,

mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

and sensual perfumes of all kinds,

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

visit many Egyptian cities,

to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your ultimate goal.

But do not hurry the voyage at all.

It is better to let it last for many years;

and to anchor at the island when you are old,

rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.

Without her you would never have set out on the road.

She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you. Wise as you have become, with so much experience, you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Constantine Cavafy (1863–1933)

translated by Rae Dalven

Football...

You know, the kind you actually play with your feet?

It never ceases to amaze me at the sheer number of people in the world who love soccer. Being of the American variety, I've never much been one for it and never seem to get how engrossed my darling Europeans, particularly the Scottish One, can be in a game where they almost never score. That being said, I'm a particular fan of basketball, which, one might argue is the most ADD mainstream sport imaginable. I've never much gotten into baseball either, but it is fun to chat and have a beer at the ball park.

The reason I bring this up should be obvious. It's the World Cup and everyone, it seems, has their eyes set on the games in South Africa. I'll be tuning in tomorrow to watch the England v. USA match, because that's just great, isn't it? I've sat in enough pubs in my day to learn how to appreciate the game and the significance of being able to keep up with my pals abroad about who's ranking where in each group.

So here are the questions:

Who are you rooting for?

Who do you think will win?

Update Trifecta

In continuing with my apparent modus operundi for this blog, it's been about a month+ since I've last written. Fair enough. There are plenty of developments, therefore, that I have yet to mention. The pertinent one as it relates to this blog is that I have another trip planned and on the calendar. This fall, I will be going to Morocco for two weeks, followed by a few days in England to visit my cousin who is moving there in August to live at her Grandma's house and then a week on the Emerald Isle where I will get a long overdue visit with the Irish One. I don't think I have to mentioned that I'm thrilled to be going. I managed to get the entire four weeks off, which leads me to my my next development: I got a job. I don't recall to what extent I've mentioned it, but I had been unemployed (first by choice, then by bad timing in a crappy economy) for over two years. Because of this development, two things have occured: 1) I have more money and can acutally afford more trips and 2) I have less time to go on trips because I'm commited to work all the time. Oh, the painful irony of it all. Finally, 3) I've crawled out of my hole. Meaning, I have been playing volleyball on a sports league and making friends who like to do activities that do not include sitting around watching TV. The latter two developments have sucked up most of my free time, turning me into an exhausted sleep-deprived zombie in the evenings. This makes it hard to get up the energy to write about the places I'm going and my thoughts about them. So... there. That's my update and semi-excuse. For anyone who's listening.