I Accidentally Brewed Hooch

Once again, I’m sorry that it’s been a long time in-between posts here on The Voracious Bibliophile. It’s not an excuse, but my life has been really busy. We’ve got a new district manager in my store’s district, and with any new changing of the guard, there are of course adjustments that need to be made. I’m still dedicated to this blog, but I will admit that posts may be haphazard for the foreseeable future.

At any given time, I have anywhere from 3-15 drinks on every counter and surface inside my store.

All of that said, I wanted to share something funny with all of you. One of my (few) toxic traits is that I leave things everywhere. Literally. Everywhere. This is especially true where drinks are concerned, and even more so at work. At any given time, I have anywhere from 3-15 drinks on every counter and surface inside my store. It’s something my coworkers have had to learn to live with and accept as a quirk of mine. It helps that I’m the boss (*laughs maniacally*). Everyone needs a flaw, right?

Well, today I realized it was getting to the point where my collection of drinks were becoming spill hazards. As you can well imagine, that’s a nightmare scenario in a bookstore. So I began my cleanup. So many mostly full drinks emptied down the drain. This might be a good place to mention that I suffer from dehydration constantly and manage it terribly. I’m working on it, okay? One of my drinks was a mango pineapple smoothie from McDonald’s. It was chunky. When I went to remove the lid and dispose of the contents, the odor hit me like a ton of bricks: the unmistakable scent of alcohol.

When I went to remove the lid and dispose of the contents, the odor hit me like a ton of bricks: the unmistakable scent of alcohol.

I had unwittingly been brewing hooch on our store’s back counter. Next to piles of books, magazines, invoices, bills of lading, and other bookstore paraphernalia was my unwitting non-attempt at an art form usually reserved for prison toilets and country backwoods. I’m really hoping this will teach me my lesson about leaving drinks everywhere. But in all honesty it probably won’t. I didn’t learn my lesson when I had to pour chunky coffee (curdled from the milk product) down the drain or made a mess with Pepsi. Hooch probably won’t be any different.

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Album Review: Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus

Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus

I grew up with Miley Cyrus. She’s the Madonna of my micro-generation, that batch of kids born between 1995 and 2000. We’re old enough to have owned and operated a VCR but young enough to remember having the Internet at least on the periphery of our entire lives, if not always the forefront. I am a child of Hannah Montana. When I went shopping with my dad at Walmart for new school clothes before my 6th grade year started, I bought the Hannah Montana 2 / Meet Miley Cyrus double album. That album provided the soundtrack to much of my pre-middle school life, that weird in-between time when you’re not really a teenager but also not a little kid anymore. You feel everything and nothing. Gravity doesn’t really know which way to pull you so you’re in a stasis between what you were before and what you will inevitably become. So yeah, I’ll fight someone over Miley. Anyone at any time.

She’s [Miley Cyrus] the Madonna of my micro-generation, that batch of kids born between 1995 and 2000.

I became an adult right around the time when Bangerz released. Actually, that CD was one of my 18th birthday presents from my parents, who paled at the theatrics and the unapologetic sexuality of that record and decided to buy it for me anyway. There’s a photo of me floating around on the Internet where I’m dressed as Miley for Halloween, tongue out and peace sign flashed.

There’s a photo of me floating around on the Internet where I’m dressed as Miley for Halloween, tongue out and peace sign flashed.

All of that said, I think Endless Summer Vacation is her best album yet. She’s a woman who’s been through a lot and that is evident not only in her autobiographical lyrics but the lived-in feel of the music itself. The entire record, from beginning to end, is a pop masterpiece. Although to be honest, I hesitate to put that label on it, slapping it in a pop box. Cyrus has, for the entirety of her career, defied all genre expectations and instead exists as a mashup of everything all at once. Any box you put her in will inevitably be smashed and there she’ll be, dancing madly in and around the detritus. We should all just be happy to be along for the ride.

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Sorry for the Hiatus

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Dear Readers,

I wanted to take a moment to apologize for my absence from this blog. It’s been several weeks since the last time I posted and I’m sure that some of you are wondering where I’ve been. I want to quell any fears you may have about my commitment to this blog and assure you that I haven’t forgotten about it.

The truth is, I’ve been going through some personal difficulties over the past few months. Without going into too much detail, I’ve been experiencing some health issues and other challenges that have made it hard for me to find the time and the energy to think, let alone come up with enough cogent thoughts to fill a blog post. I know that’s not an excuse, but it is an explanation.

For those of you who look forward to reading this blog and engaging with it, I sincerely apologize. I know that I have a responsibility to my readers to be consistent and reliable, and moving forward I intend to be just that. I have a lot of ideas and topics I want to explore in the future, and lots of books I want to read and review that are coming out this year. I hope you’ll all continue on this journey with me. Thank you.

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Quote for the Day: November 25th, 2022

I curated my life to be an expression of my pain. By creating somebody that I felt was stronger than me.

Lady Gaga

I love this quote by Lady Gaga. A lot of people look at her art and life and see only the glamor and artifice they associate with this persona she’s created over her career. What they don’t realize is that many people who lead creative lives, who create art as a means of survival, who depend on it for their living, channel everything they have into their art. So you’re not just getting the joy and the wonder that all of us who are blessed enough to spend time on this planet enjoy, but you’re also getting the trauma and the deeply-held secrets and the pain — so much pain — that we mask and subsume otherwise we’d never leave our rooms again.

I think art forces us to be braver. It forces us to become the best versions of ourselves that we can be. And in the times we can’t be that best version, when we can’t take the high road, when we have to forego that dream of something better, it forces us to look that in the eye — and that in itself is a gift.

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Film Review: Elvis (2022); Directed by Baz Luhrmann

Elvis (2022); directed by Baz Luhrmann

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Review

I don’t know what I really expected going into Elvis, the recent biopic about the world-famous and best-selling solo musician of all time, Elvis Presley. Knowing that Baz Luhrmann was the director was certainly a big draw. If nothing else, his films are stylistic dreamscapes: lush, ostentatious, and to be quite frank, extremely pretty. The Australian auteur is no stranger to the telling of epic stories, and I don’t think any other director could have tackled the story of Elvis Presley with more grace, grit, passion, or panache. His respect for his subject is evident in every frame, as is his love for glitter and bombast. The man loves his pyrotechnics, and any film about the King of Rock and Roll would be remiss without them.

If nothing else, his [Luhrmann’s] films are stylistic dreamscapes: lush, ostentatious, and to be quite frank, extremely pretty.

Austin Butler’s Elvis is no caricature. It would have been extremely easy to allow a performance such as this one to veer into mockumentary territory, but Butler has the acting chops to steer the ship in a much more honest and human direction. His Elvis is wholly real. His dreams and ambitions, choked and stymied by the pressures of fame and the realities of being the biggest star in the world, take a back burner to maintaining the image of Elvis, the moneymaker and icon as opposed to the man himself. He’s not only playing Elvis; for 2 hours and 39 minutes, he is Elvis.

His dreams and ambitions, choked and stymied by the pressures of fame and the realities of being the biggest star in the world, take a back burner to maintaining the image of Elvis, the moneymaker and icon as opposed to the man himself.

Butler’s universally-acclaimed performance already has many talking about him as the front-runner for next year’s Oscar for the Best Actor in a Leading Role. I agree. It goes without saying that he will be nominated, and unless I see another performance that is so riveting it takes my breath away, I will safely assume he’ll be walking away with a golden statue that night. The film also benefits from strong supporting performances from everyman Tom Hanks, who plays Presley’s slimy manager/promoter Colonel Tom Parker; and Olivia DeJonge, in her mainstream debut as Priscilla Presley. According to DeJonge in an interview she did with British Vogue, she found out she had landed the role some four months after her audition in a text message from Luhrmann’s team. Needless to say, I think we’ll be seeing much more from her.

Finally, I want to talk about the costumes in this film. With a style icon like Elvis Presley as the subject matter, any costume designer would have more than a full plate’s worth of work ahead of them in recreating the entertainer’s iconic looks. Catherine Martin, a four-time Oscar winner and the wife of Baz Luhrmann, has worked on a slew of his previous films: Romeo + Juliet (1996), Moulin Rouge! (2001), Australia (2008), and The Great Gatsby (2013). Her work in Elvis is nothing short of spectacular, somehow managing to take the familiar and making it fresh, vivacious, and exciting. I think she’ll be adding another Oscar to her shelf come next year.

Her [Martin’s] work in Elvis is nothing short of spectacular, somehow managing to take the familiar and making it fresh, vivacious, and exciting.

All in all, I really enjoyed Elvis. Was it a perfect film? No, but I don’t think there is such a thing as a perfect film, at least not when you’re recreating the lives of real people, some of whom are still living. I think it captured the spirit of Elvis and what he’s meant to American culture. I also think it managed to illuminate who he was as a person apart from the bright lights and big stages he graced while on Earth. The pain is there, sure, but so is the passion. The love and devotion, the heartache, the beauty and the fame. The flame snuffed out far too soon. That’s more than anyone could ask.

The pain is there, sure, but so is the passion. The love and devotion, the heartache, the beauty and the fame. The flame snuffed out far too soon. That’s more than anyone could ask.

Elvis was released in the United States on June 24th, 2022 by Warner Bros. Pictures and is now available to stream on HBO Max as well as other streaming and video on demand platforms.

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Exhaustion and Burnout: Part One

First of all, I’d like to apologize for not posting as often as I usually do on here recently. I love writing this blog and I feel bad that as of late, it’s had to take the back burner on the stove of my life.

For the past several weeks, I’ve had to work longer hours at work. Two of my employees have had COVID, and since I’m the General Manager and the only salaried employee at my store, any labor shortages or slack immediately become my responsibility. I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m almost dead. Last week, I clocked 61.98 hours, and that’s not including the lunches I worked through catching up on paperwork that I’ve had to neglect.

The thing that sucks the most about the whole ordeal is that the harder I work and the more I accomplish, it still seems like it’s never enough. The backlogged projects still shout at me. The unreasonable expectations of higher-ups still loom over me. They expect me to be more than human, to function like a well-oiled machine, but I just can’t. I’m unfortunately human. I have feelings. I get tired. I’ve been living off of candy and fast food for weeks because I’m always too tired to make anything better.

My bowels are irritated. I’ve had to hold myself and medicate myself to the point where my stomach is never not hurting. I take medicine to go and medicine to stop going, and I haven’t been allowed to simply go when I need to in so long that it’s going to take me a while to straighten myself out. Some days I don’t eat until I get home at night because I’m afraid that if I eat it will give me the urge to go and then my sales floor will be unattended.

Does my boss care? No. When I hear from her at all, it’s for her to inquire about my progress and to ask about our sales numbers. What are you doing to motivate your team to success? When will your excess truck be out? Why haven’t you made progress toward the XYZ project and do you have an estimated completion date? What conversations are you having with customers to promote our programs? Your sales numbers are not reflective of company expectations. Please tell me what you are doing to change that momentum and move the needle in a positive direction. One day, I’m going to just start screaming and I won’t be able to stop.

I’m a cog in the machine. If I drop dead, they’ll eventually (sooner or later) replace me with some poor schmuck who’ll probably get paid even less than I do. May God have mercy on their soul.

I want to say more about all of this but it will have to wait for another day. I actually get a day off tomorrow and I intend on sleeping in. Take care and thanks for listening.

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Quote for the Day: August 11th, 2022

The unfed mind devours itself.

Gore Vidal

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Quote for the Day: August 10th, 2022

There are two ways of exerting one’s strength: one is pushing down, the other is pulling up.

Booker T. Washington

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Quote for the Day: August 9th, 2022

Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

Henry Miller

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Quote for the Day: August 8th, 2022

Many of life’s failures are experienced by people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Thomas Edison

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