The King of the Golden Hall: Tolkien sets a scene


Of all the things of which I am a fan, J.R.R. Tolkien is one of them.

I’ve been re-reading The Lord of the Rings these past few months, which has been a glorious journey especially since I don’t believe I’ve read the trilogy from start to finish since I was in high school. (Has it really been that long?)

I’m currently in The Two Towers, which was the toughest one for me to get through when I was in high school. Despite that, The Two Towers featured the introduction of one of my all-time favorite Tolkien worlds:

Rohan.  Continue reading “The King of the Golden Hall: Tolkien sets a scene”


‘The Martian’ is a reminder that there’s potential for good in us all


Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you plan. A good example of this is when you’re an astronaut accidentally stranded on Mars during a dust storm.

But that’s what happens to Mark Watney in The Martian by Andy Weir.

I could go on about the triumph of technology as demonstrated by Watney, the first human alone on Mars in this fictional-yet-totally-believable-world. The way he jerry-rigs equipment to sustain himself is fascinating and thoroughly entertaining. Continue reading “‘The Martian’ is a reminder that there’s potential for good in us all”

Earrings of the Week: Happy returns


Remember that time, oh, a year and a half ago, when I last posted an Earrings of the Week?

I hardly do, either.

But today I’m reawakening this sporadic series with the hope of changing its status from “never” to “occasional.”

Here’s the story of today’s earrings… Continue reading “Earrings of the Week: Happy returns”

‘It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort’


Last year we found the 2017 official Tolkien calendar (connected to the Tolkien estate; none of this movie-poster kitsch), which depicted a series of Tolkien’s illustrations of The Hobbit.

It was a glorious year, calendar-wise.

But at the end of the year, I couldn’t just throw away those nice, quality prints that happened to be contained in a calendar.

No, they deserved a second chance at life.

Thus, like anyone with a childhood that was heavy in arts-and-crafts, I decided to make something out of it.  Continue reading “‘It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort’”