I Read A Book!

Emphasis on “A”. Last month, I mentioned I went home for break (okay, I guess it’s not really a break  if I’m not in school anymore…I went home for two weeks and hung out with my parents) and while I was there I got my millionth library card and checked out two books: All the King’s Men and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. I only read the first book because I think that maybe I forgot how to read?? Seriously. It took me at least five days to even pick up All the King’s Men much less make my eyeballs move across the page and comprehend what letters were. THIS IS WHAT COLLEGE DOES TO YOU, IT SUCKS THE FUN OUT OF READING.

But in the end I emerged victorious and read that book. All the King’s Men is a LONG BOOK. It’s the first “real book” that I’ve read in a really long time so I’m not sure I’m quite equipped to even make any real commentary about it but I’ll try to tell yall how I felt about it.

I did not hate this book but I was not particularly moved by it. The narrator, Jack Burden, was the sort of biased, flawed narrator similar to what’s-his-face in Wuthering Heights where you’re not sure if you trust what he’s saying. Also, I am kind of shallow I guess and wasn’t really invested in the book at all until the romantic scandal part started. I really, really wish I had more intelligent thoughts to say about this book. The most interesting thing/ the only thing that I took away from the book was the idea of whether or not a person is happy or if they are happy because they are nostalgic for a time when they were once happy. I did not really finish this thought, but I did take the time to write a note about it on my phone at 3am.

Would I recommend All the King’s Men? If you like political drama maybe. It’s kind of comforting/terrifying to know that political drama in the 1930s was just as shallow as current political drama in that it’s all backstabbing and sex scandals and whatnot.

I feel like I just wrote the shittiest book report known to (wo)man. Sorry everyone. Sorry I don’t know how to read anymore. On my list of things to do is “get a library card for somewhere around East Lansing” and then maybe I can practice my book-reading and come back with something more interesting to say.

In other news, I made a Tumblr because why neglect one blogging platform when I can neglect TWO?? This has been Caitlin Parent, worst reader/writer of words on the face of the earth.



I’ve been in a salty mood for the past few days. I miss my family and my friends at my big dumb co-op and whatever and I’m also very accustomed to a sedentary lifestyle, so all this constant activity is weird and new to me. #boohoo

But! Today snapped me right outta that frame of mind because I got to see two things that I love: dinosaurs and space. If you know me, you know that I am not a science-y person. I was awful at physics and had to beg my high school chemistry teacher to count old homework points so I could scrape by with a decent grade. This is because I need to be tricked into learning things. Turn on an episode of Bill Nye the Science Guy or Magic School Bus and I’m sold. Basically, I’m okay with any elementary school level science (but mostly, dinosaurs and space).

Which is why I loved the American Museum of Natural History.

This museum.

When you first walk into the museum, you are greeted with a sort of Guggenheim-esque swirly path that surrounds the space exhibit (except, unlike the real Guggenheim, it does not suck). Does the Guggenheim have a giant globe filled with a fern and Sea Monkey’s? Does the Guggenheim have a meteor?

The answer is “no”.

I was mainly interested in seeing the dinosaurs, though. Luckily, there are dinosaurs on not one, but TWO floors of the museum. The first set are in the Teddy Roosevelt Rotunda, but apparently going too far in there would have meant exiting the museum, so I snapped a quick picture and left.

Not pictured: Brontosaurus on the left (but you can see his feet a little)

Before going up to the big dinosaur area, we found an exhibit of “Asian Peoples”. But first, we had to go through an exhibit of “African Mammals”.


Buffalo. His horns look like a toupee. Hehe.


Then, there was an exhibit of “African Peoples”. Getting to my kin was an arduous task.


There was a display of these insane ceremonial costumes. For example:

Finally, we got to the Azn Pplz.

Armenian bride.

Aladdin’s Lamp! THE REAL THING YALL!

Masks from…somewhere in Asia.

Chinese pottery. This may look like celadon but don’t be fooled because you know who invented celadon? That’s right, Koreans.

There was only one little display for Korea entitled, “Korea: the Uniqueness”. I have no idea what that means. I don’t want to get all radical up in here but I feel like Korea gets picked last for the dodgeball team. Like, China and Japan and India are the star players and Korea is like “But have you tried our barbecue?” Whatever.

Korean woman. Had I not been adopted, this is what I would look like.

Korean scholar aka the model minority.

There was also this, in the Asian tchotchke area.

Spirit post!

Just like in the episode of M*A*S*H when Colonel Potter makes Radar take down the spirit post and then everyone gets bad luck and they bring in the priestess lady to perform an spirit cleansing! What a great episode.

Okay, all this is making it seem like I forgot about dinosaurs. WELL THINK AGAIN. I’m going to make another post after this where I just blow up your screen with dinosaur skeletons. So get ready.