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adorableamyslifestory · 2 years

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When I feel like I don’t wanna do something

I start writing my blog. It helps me refreshing and that helps me a lot sometimes.

Or sometimes when I feel I don’t want to write, Copying a well written article is another great choice. When I copy a well written article, it makes me to dream that I can be a great writer like she,or he does.

Being a great writer is like being a great baker. Every piece of article brings me hundreds and thousands of flavours and motivation. Sometimes it makes the reader to swim in the ecstasy.

Today, I am going to copy an article from The Newyorker by Max Norman.

- Memoir=전기.실록.

- alter = 바꾸다, 개조하다

- humdrum =단조로운, 평범한

- venerable =존경할 만한

- idiosyncratic= 특유한

(This is a short aritcle by me using the key words that I think are emphasized in the original article)

I am a person with my own idiosyncratic view, which people thinks that I am little bit odd. Depends on how a person is living- how successful they are, people call one with all the different names. “sir”, “witch”,or maybe guy who is little bit “insane”. I want to be a venerable person who writes a memoir. However, to be a person with a glory in whatever way it is, that person should endure a very humdrum life, which can be extremely monotony at the same time.

What We Gain From a Good Bookstore.

It’s a place whose real boundaries and character are much more than its physical dimensions.

“Will the day come where there are no more secondhand bookshops?” the poet, essayist, and bookseller Marius Kociejowski asks in his new memoir, “A Factotum in the Book Trade.” He suspects that such a day will not arrive, but, troublingly, he is unsure. In London, his adopted home town and a great hub of the antiquarian book trade, many of Kociejowski’s haunts- including his former employer, the famed Bertram Rota shop, a pioneer in the trade of first editions of modern books and “one of the last of the old establishments, dynastic and oxygenless, with a hierarchy that could be more or less described a s Victorian”-have already fallen prey to rising rents and shifting winds. Kociejowski dislikes the fancy, well-appointed bookstores that have sometimes taken their places. “I want chaos; I want, above all, mystery,”he writes. The best bookstores, precisely because of the dustiness of their back shelves and even the crankiness of their guardians, promise that “somewhere, in one of their nooks and crannies, there awaits a book that will ever so subtly alter one’s existence.” With every shop that closes, a bit of that life-altering power is lost and the world leaches out “ more of the serendipity which feeds the human spirit.”

Kociejowski writes from the “ticklish underbelly” of the book trade a s a “factotum” rather than a book dealer. His memoir is a representative slice, a core sample, of the rich and partly vanished world of bookselling in England from the late nineteen-seventies to the present. As Larry McMurtry puts it, in his own excellent (and informative) memoir of life as a bookseller, “Books,” “the antiquarian book trade is an anecdotal culture,” rich with lore of the great and eccentric seller and collectors who animate the trade. Kociejowski writes how “the multifariousness of human nature is more on show” in a bookstore than in any other place, adding, “I think it’s because of books, what they are, what they release inn ourselves. and what they becaome when we make them magnets to our desires.”

The bookseller’s memoir is, in part, a record of accomplishments, of deals done, rarities uncovered-or, in the case of the long-suffering Shaun Bythell, the owner of the largest secondhand bookstore in Scotland, the humdrum frustration and occasional pleasures of running a big bookshop, While Kociejowski recounts some of the high points of his bookselling career (such as cataloguing James Joyce’s personal library of briefly working at the fusty but venerable Magg Bros., the anitiquarian booksellers to the Queen), he above all remembers the character he came to know. “I frimly believe the fact of being surrounded by books has a great deal to do with flushing to the surface the inner lives of people,” he writes.

Some of them are famous, like Philip Larkin, who, as the Hull University librarian, turned down a pricey copy of his own first book, “The North Ship,” as too expensive for “That piece of rubbish.” Kociejowski tells us how he offended Graham Greene by not recognizing him on sight, and once helped his friend Bruce Chatwin (”fibber thought he was”) with a choice line of poetry for “On the Black Hill”’ how he bonded over Robert Louis Stevenson with Tatti Smith, and sold a second edition of “Finnegans Wake” to Johnny Depp, of all people, who was “trying incredibly hard not to be recognised and with predictably comic results.” But more precious are the memories of the anonymous eccentrics, cranks, biliomanes, and mere people who simply, and idiosyncratically love books. “Where is the American collector who wore a miner’s lamp on his forehead so as to enable him to penetrate the darker in asking not for books but the old bus and tram tickets often found inside them? Where is the man who collected virtually every edition of The Natural History of Selborne by Reverend Gilbert Whitie? Where is everybody?” Kociejowski’s tone, though mostly wry, cerges on lament. “I cannot help but feel something has gone out of the life of the trade,” he writes.

And there are more paragraphs down below that but I have decided not to write. I new see how The Economics is more accessable to all variety of people compare to The Newyorker, Next time, I am going to more prefer to cite from The Economics. Well,, It does not means I learns nothing by copying the articles from The Newyorker but I guess I will be able to learn more if it’s The Economics instead.

#cite #copy #thenewyorker #maxnorman #culturalcomment #what we gain from a good bookstore

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confessionsofanangrymetalhead · 2 years

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Countdown to Extinction, Megadeth's first streamlined record of the 90's, released in 1992. Chances are, while Capital Records did want the rest of the band to write music along with Dave Mustaine, Mustaine had to have felt the need to keep up with his ex bandmates. Besides, more money means more drugs. Yeah, that sobriety didn't last too long, girls. But don't misunderstand: this was still a damn great album, and it proves that Megadeth didn't necessarily NEED to be ultra technical to make great songs, although there were still several moments of intricacy here. Fan of "Symphony of Destruction"? It's the second track on this album. "Sweating Bullets", which I first heard on WSOU a few years earlier? It's the fifth track. I also feel like, with tracks such as "Captive Honour", Mustaine was really able to show that he had one hell of a vocal range, which only improved on the next album. Countdown would reach Double Platinum status and hit #2 on the Billboard charts, which irked Mustaine and his fragile ego because his ex bandmates hit #1 not even a year earlier and he didn't. But months later, Megadeth did win the Humane Society's Genesis Award for Countdown's title track, which raised the issue of caged hunts. Recommend tracks: Skin O' My Teeth, Symphony Of Destruction, Architecture Of Aggression, Foreclosure Of A Dream, Sweating Bullets, Captive Honour, Ashes In Your Mouth. Another recommendation: NEVER listen to the 2004 remix that's out there now. It sucks. Mustaine RUINED the PUNCH of Nick's drums and it kills the vibe of the album as a whole. Just YouTube the original tracks. Don't ask questions. #confessionsofanangrymetalhead #metalhead #megadeth #countdowntoextinction #1992 #skinomyteeth #symphonyofdestruction #architectureofaggression #foreclosureofadream #sweatingbullets #thiswasmylife #highspeeddirt #psychotron #captivehonour #ashesinyourmouth #davemustaine #martyfriedman #davidellefson #nickmenza #maxnorman #humanesociety #genesisaward https://www.instagram.com/p/CdODRC4rm1X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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