Good book buy

Filed in Reading

Good and inexpensive books are hard to come by these days. I found one today.

I was at Salvation bookstore browsing to see if there was anything interesting and worth buying. Lots. Only thing that held me back were the prices.

Then I saw this guy walk up to one of the shelves to add in some new books. The cover of the top book looked familiar.

After he walked off, I went by for a closer look.

Philip Yancey’s Reaching for the Invisible God.

I remember reading about the book when it was first released and thinking it was quite expensive. So I turned to the outside back cover to check the price.

RM16.00 (approximately USD4.00).

Inexpensive. Very inexpensive.

Of course, I took a copy.

Later, when I checked the publishing page for more information, I found that it’d been printed in the Philippines.

No wonder so inexpensive. Third World printing.

Not that it matters. What matters is that the publishers shared the savings with their customers. As can be expected of a Christian publisher. Zondervan.

This is my third Yancey book.

My first was What’s So Amazing About Grace?, which I found really helpful. My second was Where Is God When it Hurts?, which my brother had recommended at a time when I was having difficulty adjusting to mother’s ill-health. It helped, too. Lots.

A colleague had commented that she found it hard to read Yancey. I don’t have that problem. But then I do need to be in the right frame of mind to read and understand difficult stuff.

I look forward to delving into this, my third Yancey book. Not yet, tho. I’m reading another book bought today – The Path of Loneliness by Elizabeth Elliot.

Remembering 9/11

Filed in Opinion

Three years since this infernal atrocity against the most powerful nation on earth.

I’m sure there’ll be lots of memorials and lots of media coverage today and the few days to follow.

I’m sure the families of the victims will be interviewed (probably already interviewed for the stories to be published and the clippings to be broadcast today).

Thing is – why?

Why replay the atrocity all over again?

Why make the families remember?

I’m sure they remember without any prompting from the media.

I’m sure they’ll be grieving, but they should be allowed to do it in private.

Does it have to be in public?

Only in America …

Startling Realisation

Filed in Personal

To me, you’re the one.

To you, I’m just one of many.

Actually, it’s not so startling. I’ve just refused to see it all this while.

Two cool guys

Filed in Pictures


Cool guy #1 – Dooku


Cool guys #2 – Kaizer

Thanks, guys, for being so sporting and draping on Val’s pink cardigan.

  • Please excuse the “off” lighting (altho I thought it added to the atmosphere), I was in a hurry to capture the “moments” and forgot to check the camera settings
  • The #1 and #2 are only in the order the pictures were taken, and in no way reflect the “popularity” of the two fellows

Fun in Film Studies

Filed in Memories

Imagine spending Wednesday afternoons in the main lecture theatre, watching American film classics as part of the course work, and jotting down notes in the dark to refer to later.

The first time I did that, I found I’d written all over the page and could hardly make out what I’d written. After looking at various lighting possibilities, I eventually settled for a mini flip torch that switched on when the lid was, er, flipped up. This meant I didn’t have to keep the light on throughout a film screening (which would’ve disturbed my coursemates’ concentration) but only when I needed to jot down some notes. So, instead of a constant mini light source where I was seated (I seriously didn’t need that kind of attention), there was an intermittent on/off light whenever I attended a film screening. *grin* Looking back, I really enjoyed this – both the film watching and the note taking.

That was basically what the Film Studies Department was all about – watching movies, learning what made up a good movie, why Hollywood was so hugely successful, and the difference between “cinema”, “film” and “movie”.

Hollywood.

Yes, right in the heart of an English university, we were studying Hollywood film history. Not British film history, not American film history, but specifically Hollywood. The reason behind this may be gleaned from the name of the School that the Film Studies Department was a part of.

School of English & American Studies.

Not 100% English Studies, but what may be seen as half-and-half English and American Studies.

In fact, the School had a very strong American Studies Department with English scholars specialising in American history and American literature. Every year, the Department would also welcome exchange students from the States while sending English students over for a year in an American college or university.

(I’d actually wanted to do my second year in the States, it would be a dream come true for me to study both in England and the States, but was dissuaded from it on the grounds that I was paying for my own studies while English students had their education paid for by their own Local Education Authorities. Thus, spending a year in the States would add another year and extra costs. It was a very persuasive argument so I dropped this plan, and instead started thinking of how I could actually go to study in the States. But that’s material for another post and meanwhile, I am digressing here.)

(to be cont’d … )