Showing posts with label Nerd Fest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nerd Fest. Show all posts

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

How reading can help you escape awkward social situations

Shoutout to all my fellow anti-social teenage ninjas. Never again will you have to face the scary outside world unarmed – I’ve finally come up with the solutions to all your social struggles. (Pfft, from research… totally not from my own experiences.)

Yes, this is yet another blog about why books are awesome.


And yes, to all the other sociable people reading this blog, this is a ruse to get you to take up reading. Please. For the sake of all the readers who have to listen to you use the same fifteen words over and over again (just a suggestion – there are about 900 better words to use than “cool” and “jol”, all of which can be discovered through the magical world of *insert rainbows* literature). 

Note: The obvious solution to all of these problems is just to stay at home and read... but my therapist tells me that staying at home for my entire life and avoiding socialisation at all costs will result in me never getting a "proper job" to pay for my expensive reading habits.

Social Struggle #1: The “how-much-longer-do-I-have-to-sit-here-and-look-like-a-total-loner-before-she-shows-up” Restaurant Endeavor


We’ve all been there. You agreed to meet your friend at Tasha’s at 19:30. She’s fifteen minutes late, and you have to sit at a table alone with nothing to do because you’re all out of data on your cellphone, so you can’t scroll aimlessly through social media and pretend you have a life. People are casting suspicious glances your way, perhaps wondering if you’re some sort of terrorist waiting for the perfect moment to blow yourself up, or even a homicidal maniac, eating dinner as a recluse whilst you carefully select your next victim. The waiter thinks you’ve been stood up – what a loser. You can practically feel the cold judgment pricking at your skin.

Ideal outcome: You don’t look like a total hermit staring at the wallpaper or scrolling though your camera roll until she arrives.

Solution: Download the Kindle app on your phone before you go out, and then buy an e-book. This way, when you’re sitting all alone at the table, you can pretend to be doing something socially acceptable like scrolling through Twitter, but you’re actually reading a damn good book without facing judgment for being “antisocial”.

Social Struggle #2: The “why-do-I-always-forget-to-bring-a-rape-whistle-to-these-things” Party Expedition


Your friends have dragged you out to some ridiculous social gathering and some weirdo has approached you to “chat”. Let’s be honest, after about three hours at somebody’s house party, the only people actually having fun are those who are either passed out or hopelessly intoxicated. It’s cold outside, but inside smells like sweat and weed and booze, and your legs are aching because there’s not a single place to sit that hasn’t been baptized in vodka. The last thing you want to do is engage in a conversation with somebody who starts off on the predictable, red-alert note of: “Aw, you don’t look like you’re having too much fun, babe.” Forced, polite conversation only makes it worse.

Ideal outcome: 1. He leaves. 2. You get to go home without offending anybody.

Solution: Start quoting some random, verbose, intellectual novel in short bursts of prose. (Try go for the least clichéd quotes, and avoid declarations of love at all costs. Societal commentaries are a safe bet – they use big, confusing words.) Giggle at random intervals, but otherwise keep a deadpan tone and a straight face. If he still hasn’t left when you run out of quotes, stumble away quickly, as if you’re just as drunk as the girl hanging over the speaker. Call a cab. Leave.

Ulysses is full of confusing, intellectual... stuff. Perfect for all
your anti-social escape-route needs.

(This method is so much more fun than just yelling, “OH MY GOD, LEAVE.” And so much more humane.)

Social Struggle #3: The “if-one-more-person-tells-me-how-much-I’ve-grown-I’m-going-to-start-throwing-things” Family Reunion


Family reunions are unbearable, especially because everybody there feels as though they have the right to comment on your lifestyle choices because of a combination of excess “family spirit” and too much red wine. For example, almost every time we have extended-family gatherings, somebody feels that it’s necessary to somehow comment on how my choice of university for next year has what they refer to as a “bad rep”: “Better make sure your liver’s ready, love! Ha-ha!” or, “Oh… that’s nice… Aren’t your parents worried you’ll turn into a hippie?” or even, “You know what pot is? Just don’t smoke anything anyone gives you. I heard there’s a drug gang in that area.” Um. Thanks. So, just because I’m going to university automatically makes me a drug addict, a hippie and an alcoholic. Glad to know my family's so well-educated on stereotyping and generalisations.

Ideal outcomes: 1. Shut everybody up for just a few minutes. 2. Give them something to talk about at the next reunion – to which you will not be invited if it all goes according to plan.

Solution: There’s always at least one other person in the family who’s vaguely similar to you – that is, they also wish they were in bed with a book, and it shows. I have three: father, sister, and uncle. If you don’t have a significant other to talk to, just talk to yourself. This solution involves roleplaying, which under any other circumstances I am completely and utterly opposed to, so don’t @ me about it. Prepare a scene beforehand in which you and your partner-in-crime pretend to be two characters from a book you’ve both read. (Preferably something extremely weird and wonderful, like The Hobbit or even Twilight – we’re going for a shock-and-awe kind of response.) Include actual dialogue, but feel free to be creative. Recite your lines loudly and dramatically, responding aggressively when your mom tries to laugh it off and tells you to “stop playing around”. Hopefully, you’ll eventually be escorted off the property by an extremely annoyed (but secretly relieved) parent.

Alternatively, buy a bunch of clichéd T-shirts and wear them out in public. This way, you can simultaneously warn people against talking to you, and apologise for your anti-social-ness without even having to open your mouth!




This blog went places I never expected it to go. Nonetheless, I hope you have been thoroughly entertained.


Saturday, 6 June 2015

During which I gush about John Boyne and humiliate myself in the process

Before you even begin reading this post, I demand that you whip out your phone or iPad or tablet or Kindle or whatever and buy A History of Loneliness. Here’s a link to order it off Amazon. Do it.

Okay. So I know I’ve been promising to do a blog about John Boyne for weeks, but I’ve been putting it off because I have no idea what to say other than that he’s one of the greatest novelists of this century and deserves way more recognition for his work. I came to this conclusion after reading A History of Loneliness, and then gushing about it in my review, but my faith in him was reestablished after I listened to him being interviewed at my school’s annual book fair towards the end of May.

I’m not sure that many people will totally understand what it felt like to sit in the audience of Boyne’s talk as a totally smitten teenage fan, because I’m fairly certain that there were only a handful of listeners under the age of thirty in the venue. Not that that’s a bad thing at all, just that as teenagers we have a whole lot more hormones and are still plagued by the perception that the world’s a whole lot bigger and crazier than it truly is. And teen readers are the worst, because we take all that pent up emotion and wonder and transform it into a psychotic obsession with other people’s creations. To be in the presence of a creator of one of the worlds in which we've submerged ourselves completely for a couple of weeks (or even days) is mind-blowing, because in a sense we’ve seen inside that author’s head, and there’s some sort of bizarre connection between author and reader that isn’t really there, but it feels like it is.

It’s a totally different experience to meeting a Kardashian, or whatever. You don’t scream, or faint, or yell your Twitter handle at them. Instead, you kind of admire them from a distance and wonder how the hell somebody so normal managed to change your entire worldview in four-hundred-or-so pages.

That’s exactly what it was like to meet John Boyne. If by meet, I mean quietly stare at from a few meters away whilst hitting my friend repeatedly on the arm and whispering, “Oh my god it’s John Boyne,” over and over again until we made our way into the venue and sat in total admiration of him once again. And we were totally content with doing just that. It was like watching a rock star at a concert, except a lot more nerdy and with less bras being thrown onstage.

John Boyne is incredible. I’ve read two of his novels, and am currently fifty pages from the end of a third (shamelessly procrastinating on finishing The Absolutist because I’ve already cried twice and can already feel a rage-and-tear-filled rampage coming on with every page I read), and I have to say that I’m totally in love with everything he’s written so far. It isn’t hard to guess that Boyne’s been through some awful, messy experiences in his lifetime (he even admitted to it in the interview), yet he doesn’t ask for sympathy, or pity, or a documentary in his honor. He’s faced with people’s stupid opinions on the way he lives his life pretty much every day, but he’s so positive and compassionate, taking everything in his stride and generally just being pretty awesome.

Please stop heckling John Boyne and return to the rock
you've been living under. Maybe take one of his books
with you. Thanks.

I think I mentioned it before in my review of A History of Loneliness, but even though Boyne writes about such complex, controversial issues, he does it in such a way that he’s not directly critical of any of his characters, or even the people in the real world who have the same narrow worldview concerning the issues he confronts. None of his novels are didactic – he’s simply telling a story and letting his readers make what they will of it, and that’s quite amazing.


All this to say I’m nominating John Boyne as one of the five people we send to convince the leaders of an alien invasion that they shouldn’t destroy our planet, because we’re actually a pretty decent species and have the capacity to love each other even though we’ve been through two World Wars and are on the verge of a third. #JohnBoyneForPresidentOfTheWorld

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

The Nerd List - March 2015

It’s Easter this week. I hope you’re all in chocolate-eating mode right now.

Before I start:


 

Beware the woes of matric.

(I’ve also started applying to universities and I’m pretty sure the number of existential crises that have occurred this month outweigh those I’ve been through in my entire life combined.)

Books


Books I’ve Read:
Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy (Goodreads)
Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett (Goodreads)
The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion (Goodreads | my review)

Book of the month


Tess of the D’Urbervilles broke my heart. I’ve never felt so betrayed in my entire life. Obviously, though, it’s incredible.

Character of the month


I read Equal Rites after my friend read my rant on feminism and decided that I needed some soul food in the form of a short children’s book that’s actually not a children’s book, but an in depth, wildly hilarious commentary on society. Granny was specifically phenomenal, and if I could advocate a fictional speaker for women’s rights, I’d probably choose her.

Quote of the month

“She was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don't apply to you.”


Moments



Fangirl moment of the month


I may or may not have gone to see One Direction the night before writing my music exam. I also may or may not have screamed louder than the twelve-year-old next to me when they came on. It may or may not have been slightly embarrassing. (Just kidding – I really didn’t care.)

Facepalm moment of the month


See above. If I hadn’t been so busy trying to get my oh-so-cool sister to sing along with me to every single song then I would’ve felt guilty for not being ashamed.

Please note: never will we ever speak of this again.


Music


Album of the month


The sound of my tears hitting the ground because I maxed out my iTunes allowance.

(Also All Time Low’s Future Hearts is being released painfully slowly.)

Song of the month






Lyric of the month


“Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honour – it’s still not the truth.”

- Vampire Weekend, Step

Saturday, 28 February 2015

The Nerd List - February 2015

February, you have possibly been the least productive month I’ve ever had to suffer through. And I suppose I can’t really blame my total lack of reading, writing and working on my matric dance, but I’m going to anyway. There are still traces of emotional trauma and exhaustion (as well as excitement, I suppose) swimming around in my bloodstream, and I swear I’m still finding glitter in my hair – although I’m not entirely sure how it got there.

Books


Books I’ve Read:
Disgrace by J. M. Coetzee (Goodreads)
A History of Loneliness by John Boyne (Goodreads)

Book of the month


This book is so important. I could go on for ages about how incredible Boyne’s writing is and how the UN needs to recruit him to educate a couple of people in power. Seriously, every singe person on earth needs to read A History of Loneliness – it is so powerful and meaningful, plus it has a whole load of controversial commentary on the Catholic church, so if you like drama (as I do), you’ll love it to bits.

Character of the month


I hated every single character in Disgrace, and couldn’t understand a single one of their actions. And A History of Loneliness doesn’t exactly have many role-model-worthy characters deserving of this award… So I’m going to be extra pretentious and refuse to award character of the month to a character from a book, and instead I’ll give it to Agent Carter (from the TV series) because she’s my ultimate role model at the moment and gives me hope for the world.

Quote of the month


“All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.”


Moments



Fangirl/Facepalm moment of the month


Because February is such a special month (not really) and I’ve already broken one tradition in this Nerd List already, I’ve merged the fangirl and facepalm moments. Truth be told, my matric dance was ultimately both immensely exciting and lovely, and horrifically stressful. It was a night of total contradictions: I looked and felt pretty, but I felt too dolled up to be entirely myself; I had an incredible time, but my dress was annoying and my shoes hurt my feet; I didn’t want it to end because I was having fun, but I was tired and longed for the comfort of my bed. I’m still trying to figure out all my mixed emotions about the evening, but I would be lying if I said the night wasn’t pretty magical.

Music


Album of the month


Ella Henderson’s Chapter One is such an incredible album. It’s so melodious and soothing and catchy all at once – perfect easy listening that will never fail to put me in a good mood. Every time I listen to it I want to go sit down at my piano and sing – and then I realize I can’t sing so I just settle for playing Ella Henderson’s album so loud I can’t hear my own voice…

Song of the month



I’m A Mess - Ed Sheeran.

Lyric of the month


“Don’t let the fear keep you from climbing.”

- Ella Henderson, Giants