Happy Birthday to the woman who breathed life into mine.
To my mentor.
To someone who would have been my friend, if we had met.
To someone who left Earth, just 25 days after my birth.
I am Ayn Rand’s true intellectual heir.
Because of her philosophy, I became unashamed of my own.
And I’ve created two businesses, as a result.
To honour Ayn Rand on what marks her 108th birthday, I shall perform 109 sun salutations, including one for good measure, projecting aspiration into this new year of gorgeous thought and production.
I shall work, from sunrise to sunset, caring for my Canine Sophisticates.
And, most importantly, I shall scrap and start anew my memoirs, ‘Violets and Dandelions’.
My 2nd of February shall be Ayn Rand’s 2nd of September.
She began writing of Atlas Shrugged on the 2nd of September.
I begin writing of Violets and Dandelions on the 2nd of February!
I am so inspired.
It is the New Year.
How has Ayn Rand affected your life?
© Nicole Marie Story Enterprises, LLC and nicoleandgwendolyn.com, 2011 – 2013.
I haven’t read anything of hers. I am looking forward to your memoir. Why are starting it over? I LOVE your tattoo, by the way.
I am flattered, Vera! Simply flattered. There shall be much written about Gwendolyn:) Why have I started over? Because I’ve thought of a more perfect way to write it… in a way that is more organised and makes sense to someone who knows nothing about bulimia… and dogs:) xo
Memoir. Singular. I’m thinking Ayn Rand’s intellectual heir would know that.
I didn’t!
Thanks for the fab counsel. :D
So is “Memoirs of a Geisha” incorrect?
LMFAO.
I just awoke 3 dogs with my loud reply to your question.
Bahahahaha!
Junior High English? ;)
Good question. “Memoirs,” essentially, means “autobiography” — in other words, a history of your entire life. A memoir is a slice of the author’s life, with a focus on one specific issue or time period. In the case of Memoirs of a Geisha –which is, in fact, a work of fiction; thus, the term “novel” could correctly be used — the story is about the trajectory of the geisha’s life, from childhood to adulthood, with equal time devoted to both. In general, the term “memoirs” is antiquated — if you told an agent or editor you were writing your memoirs, they’d think you didn’t know much about the genre.
I suppose it depends on what your work will contain: http://grammar.about.com/od/mo/g/memoirterm.htm scroll down about half-way and it explains memoir vs. memoirs.
Looks like I was right.
Memoirs.
;)
Let me try to explain this. A memoir, singular, focuses on a specific time period in the author’s life. You may include bits of other times in your life for context, but because you plan to focus on your eating disorder (asks question, “Oh? I plan to focus on my eating disorder?” so you don’t have to), you are attempting to write a memoir. I can’t believe I’m having to explain this to someone who calls herself am intellectual, but a lot of things in Nicoleville deviate from reality.
Oh? I plan to focus on my eating disorder? Clearly you have access to my hard drive. Not. ;)
Ah, a truly intellectual response. For crying out loud, if you want to look smart, you have to learn to express yourself beyond this silly “I know you are, but what am I?” business. I imagine that Ayn Rand would have used her so-called intellectual superiority to verbally and philosophically eviscerate her critics, not respond like they were on the playground. She’d have remained cool and levelheaded instead of restoring to mean-girlness. Anyway, I explained memoir vs. memoirs above.
Traffic light replies to imbeciles like vous are what they are… red light specials. Cheap and dirty;)
Please don’t respond to me while driving. It’s so incredibly dangerous. You can wait until you’re out of the car. And you may call me an imbecile all you want, but remember: I’m the one who has to educate you on what words mean.
Does one drive at 0MPH?
According to the law, yes. Looks like you need an education there, too. One can get a DWI sitting in a parked car with keys in the ignition (not on), and one can be ticketed for texting while on a roadway whether stopped or at an intersection or driving 20 over the speed limit. There is no difference in the eyes of the law. Please consider educating yourself on the rules of the road, and the conventions of writing!
Aw, thanks!
*whether stopped at an intersection
extra or was a typo
JHE:
1) Language and grammar evolve, thus so-called “rules” are merely suggestions.
2) Stop whining.
Clap clap clap:)
But “avoid the clap” – Jimmy Duggan:)
Hahahahaha!
You are 100% correct, Maria. Language does evolve. But there’s a difference between comprehending that evolution and breaking so many rules of grammar and syntax that others can’t understand you, wouldn’t you agree? Especially if you want to be a writer. For example, you can call a memoir a novel all you want, but if you write a query letter to an agent and make that mistake, your letter will go into the trash. You can be David Foster Wallace and make up a hundred new words per book, but if you don’t place them in an acknowledged grammatical context, your readers will just scratch their heads and give up. If you claim to be an intellectual but your writing is riddled with very basic mistakes, you’re shooting yourself in the foot.
She shares my birthday.
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Violets and dandelions one of my favorite pretty sights to see!
OMG!!!!!!!!!
It’s your birthday, Yasha!
I am so happy that you share a special day with Ms. Rand!
Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy birthday to you!
Violets and Dandelions are the wild flowers.
Like you! Like me! Like Gwendolyn!
We cannot be controlled. :) xo
The law refers to while operating a motor vehicle – this includes while stopped at lights and intersections ie going at 0mph. You need to be pulled over off the road with brakes engaged and motor switched off to not be operating your vehicle.
http://www.distraction.gov/content/get-the-facts/facts-and-statistics.html
You need to stop endangering your life and those of others.
And in reference to your comment to Yasha, Gwendolyn seems pretty controlled to me.
This. Seriously, you can drive from one place to another without blogging. Whenever your engine is running but you’re otherwise distracted, you’re a danger to yourself and others.
Oh wow. It is my b-day too and I had no idea I shared it with Rand. It is also groundhog day so a great day for new beginnings and looking forward to spring and dreaming about wild flowers. I wish you happy and plentiful writing.
I wish you the prettiest of birthdays!!! Five minutes remaining, New York time!!! :)
Oh my goodness, that sounds like a huge undertaking to completely scrap your manuscript (when it was so near completion) and start anew, especially with so much time committed to dog walking and care, changing your body, maintaining your blog business, and managing bulimic tendencies. You have mentioned that you require very little sleep, but I can’t imagine how even the most ambitious person could manage that all. Couldn’t your editor just rework some of the organization and flow, and integrate some additional details specific to bulimia? Have you mentioned your plan to completely start over to him or her? That’s his or her job, to help you through the process so you don’t have to trash something you’ve put so much into! That would save you hundreds of hours, and certainly allow you to
remain more focused on your many other undertakings. You have mentioned your wise grandmother; has she ever warned you of ‘burning the candle at both ends’?
I control everything. Nobody but I shall rework something which is mine.
Oh, I see. Of course. That makes sense. LMFAO!!
I am delighted to have provided 100% reader satisfaction.
Oy vey.
Translation?
I started typing out something and realized that if my opinion is even remotely contradictory to yours, it will be wasted and ignored.
Is your potentially differing opinion intended to be ‘counsel’? A sales pitch of some sort? If not, then how can it be potentially ‘wasted and ignored’?
And do I seek ‘counsel’ with my blog?
Come on, girlfriend.
You’re a long time reader. Spit out a smart reply. Show the value of that proudly announced education of psychology! ;)
Don’t fuck up. xo
How can you ask others to “spit out a smart reply” when you don’t do so yourself? Your replies are either exclamation point-riddled I-love-yous to your sycophants or smart-ass insults to anyone who remotely disagrees. If you’re someone’s intellectual heir, prove it. Rise to the occasion. Challenge yourself to remain level-headed and state your case eloquently and thoughtfully, and others will meet you halfway.
My comment section is what drives this blog. It is my investment. And my commentary is gorgeous, most of the time except for when contending with rubbish. I am not a union-working looter of a garbage collector and or case worker. Rational living causes me to discard of wasteful snarking. Use a respectable commenter name, for one; and actually address the questions posed in my article; and perhaps things shall change. At least for vous. ; xo
“…Rational Living…”
Lols for days.
You people are so mean and hateful. Why do I deserve such terribly ugly treatment?
I’m sure you don’t deserve to be treated anywhere near as nastily as you treat others. Oh no. Dish it, take it.
By not cuddling others, I treat them poorly?
Who the fuck would actually answer your question : Why do I deserve such terrible ugly treatment? You would just retort by denying, justifying, or blame-shifting. So what is the point? You are a narcissist in the truest sense of the word; in your eyes you can do no wrong, your opinion is right and factual, and everything single thing you do is of grand importance and deserving of attention and praise. Seriously, get a fucking clue! You really want to run a blog full of comments mocking and berating you? How many other blogs do you read where the majority of comments tell the author how pathetic, ridiculous, and disgusting she is as a person? So, is it your readers who have the problem? Or you? Please don’t waste your time responding to me, just think that over for a good long while. Au revior
You want an autographed copy of my memoirs, don’t you?
I can’t even begin to respond because your syntax is so convoluted it truly doesn’t make any sense. “I am not a union-working looter of a garbage collector and or case worker?” Besides the fact that “and/or” is written like this (with a slash between the two words, denoting that either can be used), the sentence is completely incomprehensible. It sounds like you feed some words into a malfunctioning Ayn Rand generator and that’s what it spat out. If you truly want to be an intellectual, go to school. Study philosophy. Get your doctorate, or at least a master’s — I had both by the time I was your age. Put down the bottle and use your brain — I mean really use it, not just write drunken blog posts pretending you are. Take a writing class and get rid of the misplaced prepositions (like “of” after “disregard.”) Meet me at my intellectual level, and I’ll take you seriously. Right now you just sound like Miss Piggy trying to be an academic.
Interpret me as you like. But the only true interpretation is that I am Nicole Marie Story. And I’m damn proud of it.
Great. Now why not become educated, sober NMS? Seriously, why not?
JHE, I love you.
Look at that little dog!!! lol.
Way to advertise your new fab blog in the comments section. I’m impressed. ;)
You mean on my blog – or with my comment on here about that little dog? lol. I am not advertising my movie blog on here as you can tell my user name on here is different from my blog name; this isn’t the venue to promote my movie blog b/c I’ve seen how hardly anyone reacted to the reviews you used to write on here. I used to like them, though. I watched Freaks after you reviewed it, and liked it pretty well. Still have the DVD on my shelf. I really was cracking up when I saw the pic of that little dog; so cute and his expression is hilarious! I like the tall dog, too – and you already know how I feel about Gwendolyn. :)
But I have been interacting with a lot of fellow movie bloggers over the weekend. When you have a second look at my newest entry that makes sense of the title of my blog. And I promise you is not long. lol. None of my other entries have been long; just the Last Exorcism.
You get what you give.
What do I give?
Crap.
Crap in, crap out.
Crap out, crap back.
http://randwatch.blogspot.com/2011/03/was-ayn-rand-drug-addict.html?m=1
She was a drug addict. A stoned fascist.
What does drug use have to do with philosophy?
Those are facts. Drug addiction destroys cognitive ability and rational thought. Not a good mentor.
I see! Thank you for clearing up that misunderstanding.