chance is... not in the building

chance is on sabbatical... or on hiatus... or on vacation... or on strike...

this here blogger's taking a break until she can find something funny to write about. which i am almost positively assured that will inevitably happen very soon as the foibles and follies of the world come to my attention. i mean as long as george b*$h is still 'prez', there's got to be at least some comedic fodder in that, right?

how about that matt-lauer-gate? i just found out about it. heh.

at any rate, i am taking a break from writing. i will be back. i just somehow feel guilty when i can't keep up with side projects, projects that i enjoy, but can't fit into the reality surrounding me.

i wish you all goodness and love. cherish life always.

peace. chance.

ps. i haven't had any time to read these past weeks. absolutely no time. i am in the midst of reading several books though that i hope to finish. and now to introduce for the first, and hopefully last, time, chance's...

read-what-i-am-reading-right-now-list:
water music: t.c. boyle. fictionalized account of mungo park's journey to find the river niger in west africa for england. hmm... i am teetering between liking and hating this book. i know boyle introduces the book with a statement saying he had fictionalized some aspects of mungo's historical journey, but being where i am and knowing what i know, that fictionalization kinda p!sses me off. kaaba is the original name of the village that i am living in RIGHT NOW, which the french bastardized and changed it to 'kangaba', and it is NOT located 4 km from the city of segou koro. it's NOT even close. if you don't know, look at a map. i love geography and i love literature but i just can't get over this one. don't get me started on the delightful descriptions of west africans...
interview with history: orianna falacci. this woman just recently passed and, later in her life, she made some pretty nasty comments about muslims in europe. those comments of which you can google and find out for yourself. this blogger refuses to make any innuendo to the context and meaning to such prejudiced b.s. booooo--old racist bag falacci. applause--this book, written when she was younger and wiser and not a biggot.