A New Year Politely Nods Its Head
Hello livejournal world. I have returned from my absence of many moons to the livejournal community. I apologize for the oceans of tears I'm sure my time away has caused to gush forth from your eyes. I've just been reading the Harry and the Potter's tour journal, which was highly amusing, and which reminded me that i once had little web journal of my own. I mosied on back over here to see how good old lj was faring. I was also reminded of the good time i had when i went to see h and the p's about two years ago, so i looked up their tour dates for this year hoping that i could see them again sometime soon. Alas, they have already been to baltimore... only a few days ago. I can't believe i missed them. in fact. i am incredulous. If only they could have waited until the fifteenth. ahhhh.
I'll be making my grand return on the fourteenth, which is a sunday, which means i will be eating a late dinner at Paper Moon--a long missed weekly LoCo tradition. I have to remember to order my text books before i go back. I only have half a week left of break before then and i keep forgetting. I am looking forward to all my new classes. Last semester, I think my writing class is the only one that i was able to stay 100 percent on top of things in. the other ones,-- well, i guess i kind of slacked off. this semester, i am taking a creative writing class on fiction and poetry. i really want to get more involved in creative writing/novel/booky classes. i vaguely remember reading about a class in book-binding? maybe? anyway, i think something like that would be pretty cool, however unuseful. I think i would kind of want to take classes that have to do with publishing too. maybe i could go into publishing? and write on the side? i could be the next alfred a. knop (sound the k) ha. ha. anyway, besides that class, i am taking: english class on homer and virgil, french 4, western civ (my prof is supposed to be good), and an art history class on michaelangelo called...Michaelangelo (can you believe it?). I really liked my western civ class in high school so i'm hoping that some of the knowledge bestowed upon me by T.Coll has remained in the cookie jar in my head, and not been eaten by some greedy little children.
I like history. Especially World War II. I love books about it--like THE BOOK THIEF (which is so good i had to put it in all caps), Briar Rose, London Calling, and i just bought one called Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli that remains unread, but looks promising. The other day, i watched a history channel special on the atlantic wall and d-day, which--i was surprised to find--was very interesting. I guess the biggest reason that im excited about new classes is that they seem like they're going to be about a bunch of stuff i don't know, but am interested in. And i want to learn.
Speaking of history, i just saw the greatest movie of all time over break. Twice, actually. It is called The History Boys. And it is about my favorite kind of boys: British ones in suits. I don't even know what to say about it, it was so good. It was about... well, truth for one thing. The boys were in their senior year of high school and prepping themselves for a big history exam they would have to take, and for college interviews. Telling the colleges what they wanted to hear versus telling the truth was a big part of the plot, and lead into truth's importance in history. Scripps was big on the whole truth thing. He believed in its importance despite what Irwin and other teachers had to say otherwise. There was also some mention of the subjunctive--a little of the verb tense in my favorite scene in the french class room, and a little of the mood of possibilty; the "what if" tense of life. History is really one big "what if;" a bunch of insignificant events falling like dominos into more insignificant events which, every once in in a while, knock over a really momentous event; making those insignificant events anything but insignificant--for it is their collective existence that bring about all significant events. All time... all history, is one domino falling and knocking into the next. It is, as Rudge says in the movie, "One fuckin thing after another." I want to see it again. I can't wait until it comes out on dvd. I wonder if i can buy the screenplay.
I don't know when i'd have time to read it if i did. Santa brought me seven books and then I went and bought several more, plus got some out of the library. So all of those added to the pile of "To Read" books already sitting on my desk equals about a gazillion and ten, plus or minus a few. I'm keeping a list of the books I've read this break in my desk. There are seven on it so far. Murkmere, Inkheart, Still Life with a Woopecker, London Calling, and Maybe a Miracle were the best ones. Inkdawn should be coming out in about a year. And the author of Maybe a Miracle, an a original writer of screenplays, expressed his desire to write one for his afore-mentioned novel. Maybe a Movie? We'll see. It would be interesting. The Golden Compass movie is supposed to be out later this year. I can't wait for it, although I am worried that it will dissappoint me. Philly P has no creative control over it and I, as many of you know, am a stickler for details. I hope it's as good as Narnia. I am also quite reluctant to share it with the general public, although i know it really isn't mine to share or keep to myself. It really has been haunting me. I was looking at the cast for Perfume (by the director of Run Lola Run) and found that the lead was in a stage adaptation of His Dark Materials. I then, upon further pursuit of HDM info, found that two of my beloved History Boys were also in this play. Dakin was Will and Posner: Pan. And THEN, today I was reading H and the P's journals, and they were talking about their (then) recent discovery of this remarkable trilogy, and their enjoyment of it. PHIL IS EVERYWHERE. I actually started rereading The Golden Compass last night. Chapter one. I don't know if I'll get a chance to get through all three before break is up, especially because i started one of my new ones today. I've begun reading John Banville's The Sea. It's about an old man who goes back to his childhood house in Ireland. I have a feeling it will be mostly flashbacks and nostalgic relflection. Apparently, Banville writes with "fastidious wit." I like the sea, Ireland, and "fastidious wit"--so Im hoping to like this book as well.
Speaking of Ireland, which would lead one to the people who live there, which would lead one to the color of their hair, which is red; that is the color I am going to dye my hair. Thoughts?
I can't wait to go there. Ireland, I mean. I can't decide if I want to go to England or Ireland to study abroad. I really want to go to both places. I also kind of want to go somewhere where I can practice speaking a foreign language, presumably french, but I think I'd rather go live a bit in a place I really want to spend time in, not one whose language I can speak. I sincerely intend to move to Europe as soon as I am able to. I bet I'll live in England. But we'll see. Speaking of seaing, I am going to go making myself a hot posset and read The Sea before resting up for bowling and Perfume tomorrow. Maybe the library and a little dose of reality too? Like I said, we'll sea.
I'll be making my grand return on the fourteenth, which is a sunday, which means i will be eating a late dinner at Paper Moon--a long missed weekly LoCo tradition. I have to remember to order my text books before i go back. I only have half a week left of break before then and i keep forgetting. I am looking forward to all my new classes. Last semester, I think my writing class is the only one that i was able to stay 100 percent on top of things in. the other ones,-- well, i guess i kind of slacked off. this semester, i am taking a creative writing class on fiction and poetry. i really want to get more involved in creative writing/novel/booky classes. i vaguely remember reading about a class in book-binding? maybe? anyway, i think something like that would be pretty cool, however unuseful. I think i would kind of want to take classes that have to do with publishing too. maybe i could go into publishing? and write on the side? i could be the next alfred a. knop (sound the k) ha. ha. anyway, besides that class, i am taking: english class on homer and virgil, french 4, western civ (my prof is supposed to be good), and an art history class on michaelangelo called...Michaelangelo (can you believe it?). I really liked my western civ class in high school so i'm hoping that some of the knowledge bestowed upon me by T.Coll has remained in the cookie jar in my head, and not been eaten by some greedy little children.
I like history. Especially World War II. I love books about it--like THE BOOK THIEF (which is so good i had to put it in all caps), Briar Rose, London Calling, and i just bought one called Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli that remains unread, but looks promising. The other day, i watched a history channel special on the atlantic wall and d-day, which--i was surprised to find--was very interesting. I guess the biggest reason that im excited about new classes is that they seem like they're going to be about a bunch of stuff i don't know, but am interested in. And i want to learn.
Speaking of history, i just saw the greatest movie of all time over break. Twice, actually. It is called The History Boys. And it is about my favorite kind of boys: British ones in suits. I don't even know what to say about it, it was so good. It was about... well, truth for one thing. The boys were in their senior year of high school and prepping themselves for a big history exam they would have to take, and for college interviews. Telling the colleges what they wanted to hear versus telling the truth was a big part of the plot, and lead into truth's importance in history. Scripps was big on the whole truth thing. He believed in its importance despite what Irwin and other teachers had to say otherwise. There was also some mention of the subjunctive--a little of the verb tense in my favorite scene in the french class room, and a little of the mood of possibilty; the "what if" tense of life. History is really one big "what if;" a bunch of insignificant events falling like dominos into more insignificant events which, every once in in a while, knock over a really momentous event; making those insignificant events anything but insignificant--for it is their collective existence that bring about all significant events. All time... all history, is one domino falling and knocking into the next. It is, as Rudge says in the movie, "One fuckin thing after another." I want to see it again. I can't wait until it comes out on dvd. I wonder if i can buy the screenplay.
I don't know when i'd have time to read it if i did. Santa brought me seven books and then I went and bought several more, plus got some out of the library. So all of those added to the pile of "To Read" books already sitting on my desk equals about a gazillion and ten, plus or minus a few. I'm keeping a list of the books I've read this break in my desk. There are seven on it so far. Murkmere, Inkheart, Still Life with a Woopecker, London Calling, and Maybe a Miracle were the best ones. Inkdawn should be coming out in about a year. And the author of Maybe a Miracle, an a original writer of screenplays, expressed his desire to write one for his afore-mentioned novel. Maybe a Movie? We'll see. It would be interesting. The Golden Compass movie is supposed to be out later this year. I can't wait for it, although I am worried that it will dissappoint me. Philly P has no creative control over it and I, as many of you know, am a stickler for details. I hope it's as good as Narnia. I am also quite reluctant to share it with the general public, although i know it really isn't mine to share or keep to myself. It really has been haunting me. I was looking at the cast for Perfume (by the director of Run Lola Run) and found that the lead was in a stage adaptation of His Dark Materials. I then, upon further pursuit of HDM info, found that two of my beloved History Boys were also in this play. Dakin was Will and Posner: Pan. And THEN, today I was reading H and the P's journals, and they were talking about their (then) recent discovery of this remarkable trilogy, and their enjoyment of it. PHIL IS EVERYWHERE. I actually started rereading The Golden Compass last night. Chapter one. I don't know if I'll get a chance to get through all three before break is up, especially because i started one of my new ones today. I've begun reading John Banville's The Sea. It's about an old man who goes back to his childhood house in Ireland. I have a feeling it will be mostly flashbacks and nostalgic relflection. Apparently, Banville writes with "fastidious wit." I like the sea, Ireland, and "fastidious wit"--so Im hoping to like this book as well.
Speaking of Ireland, which would lead one to the people who live there, which would lead one to the color of their hair, which is red; that is the color I am going to dye my hair. Thoughts?
I can't wait to go there. Ireland, I mean. I can't decide if I want to go to England or Ireland to study abroad. I really want to go to both places. I also kind of want to go somewhere where I can practice speaking a foreign language, presumably french, but I think I'd rather go live a bit in a place I really want to spend time in, not one whose language I can speak. I sincerely intend to move to Europe as soon as I am able to. I bet I'll live in England. But we'll see. Speaking of seaing, I am going to go making myself a hot posset and read The Sea before resting up for bowling and Perfume tomorrow. Maybe the library and a little dose of reality too? Like I said, we'll sea.