Books a Man Has Given Me That Made Me Swear NEVER to Go on Another Date with Him EVER Again

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Transformers: The Ultimate Guide is a detailed look at the fantastic world of these mechanical marvels. Follow each character's history and witness the amazing evolution of the Transformers, from physical structure and weaponry to personalities, alliances, and important battles. Detailed illustrations show exactly how each character "transforms" from warrior robot to high-powered vehicle. Special feature spreads cover all aspects of the Transformers' world and include specially commissioned maps and detailed city plans of their home planet of Cybertron, descriptions of the giant space ark in which the Transformers traveled to Earth, major wars in Transformers history, and much more.

Newest Remy Zero Release: Music for Middle Americans, February 6, 2002
The band Remy Zero released its third and newest album, The Golden Hum, under the Elektra label, striking a resonant political chord across America. Critic Gary Schaefer got it right when he said, "Bands like U2 and Remy Zero are bringing answers to a nation, which after Sept. 11 has come to ask a lot more questions." The captivating album indeed bears political significance. The lyrics reflect our national condition, and are a much better barometer of the State of the Union than any petty Beltway politician could provide.
Comprised of frontman Cinjun Tate, guitarists Jeffrey Cain and Shelby Tate (Cinjun's bro), bassist Cedric LeMoyne, and drummer Gregory Slay, the quintet began as kids in Birmingham, Alabama. Many say their style resembles that of Radiohead, U2, and Black Lab. Amazon.com's Adam Silverman describes their lyrics as simultaneously "dark and uplifting, cynical and hopeful," while other aficionados refer to them as "longing" and "moody."

The first single of the album, "Save Me," is also the theme song of the hit WB show Smallville, which chronicles the high school career of budding super hero Clark Kent. Twenty-four-year-old actor Tom Welling plays Kent, who in this period is the best friend of the young Lex Luthor (Michael Rosenbaum). The able presence of Welling on the screen matches well with the message carried in "Save Me." Welling's Kent proves that nice guys finish last, yet he remains constant and true.

"Save Me" relies on a recurrent, subtly shifting chorus whose complex depth and beauty arises from its relative simplicity. The content is just as rich as the form: "I feel the waves crash down inside/ and they pulled me under/ I would give you anything you want, but know/ you were all I wanted/ and all my dreams have fallen down/ crawling around and around/ ...Somebody save me/ Let your warm hands break right through/ Somebody save me/ I don't care how you do it/ Just save me/ I made this whole world shine for you/ Just stay, stay/ Oh, come on/ I'm still waiting for you."

Listening to these lyrics brings pictures of a world encased in ice, knocked far from the stable orbit of a warm sun. Yet, the possibility ever remains that "warm hands" will "break right through" to save us, and we are desperate enough not to worry about how it happens. Practicality and effectiveness are what matter. The stage is set and the conditions are right for the man on a white horse (Clark Kent?) to arrive, just in time. An excellent and provocative suggestion that such a strongman is necessary to restore the pre-1913 American Republic is in Michael A. Ledeen's Machiavelli on Modern Leadership.

I have debated whether the passivity that comes at the receiving end of a hero's deeds is healthy for paleoconservatives to embrace, politically or spiritually. After all, Americanism means self-reliance, and even Tom Welling says in a WB interview that he does not like sheep.

However, there is no danger here. Men can dream. It helps to have ideals to compare reality to, a Northern Star, even as we recognize that our reality is forever doomed to fall short of those ideals. The journey and the effort are what count. There may be no man on a white horse, but there can be a damn good grassroots effort by Middle Americans. It is probably better that way, since a mass movement can never collectively compromise with the special interests, "banksters," and multinationals (not to imply that any of our leaders have sold out, but merely the foreclosure of the very possibility).

I envision a young, brooding, upcoming populist Right generation wielding Pat Buchanan's books with one hand and balancing The Golden Hum in the other. I also expect "Save Me" will play when the nominee takes the stage at the national party convention, the next time the grassroots conservatives field a presidential candidate.

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This, I just don't want to be given, at least not with any significance attached:
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that is an insane book...first lawrence i ever read after a tipoff from my english teacher.

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ZapHershElhoff?

Actually, the book that would annoy me most would be one of those "how to write lovely journals" books, or rather, a "how to journal" book, since it has become a verb now. Thanks! I can write on my own! I'm not a baby!

OK, the lamest gift was an ex boyfriend who gave me two books - the Story of the Theremin and the Book of Moog - both of which were GRATE, but then a few weeks later, turned around and gave them (again) to a friend of his! Dude! WTF?

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WORST BOOK IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD EVER

Again with the sexism :)

The only boy who ever gave me Anais Nin was P, and maybe that should have been a warning sign. If that wasn't, then the Houllebeque bloody well should have been!

I have that pink cover edition SIGNED. Suprise, suprise.

Some dude whom I dated a couple of years back gave me a phillip roth book which was a total drag. He was such a phillip roth kind of guy it was destined not to work out. A first conversation with a guy I really crushed on was about more obscure Salinger stories, ding ding ding!

My current guy struggled throughout his childhood with dyslexia and learning disabilities so never learned to enjoy reading. After teaching many such students, I do not fault him for this and have no issues with loving a man who does not read. More room on the bookshelf for me!

Is this our friend C who's now worked in two jobs with Mister Monkey? I didn't know he has his own company, but I'm not surprised. He's got a missus who does all the reading, no?

Framed black and white photos of two hobo children kissing made me think of this:

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It's not so much that I would dislike someone who liked this book as I would dislike someone who was so dim as to have ever spoken one word to me and yet still somehow think that I would like this book.

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That is the very chap.

Anne Geddes wants kicking.