the dangers of carrying soup are many
I finished the scarf! I've told so many people about this (even people who didn't know I was knitting a scarf) that I forget whether or not I said it here already. I am planning on blocking it tonight using anthean's suggestion, when I take a shower after I go to the gym.
This means, of course, that I have to go to the gym. Sigh.
Also, I bought a leotard, tights, and shoes for my ballet class. I even sewed the elastic onto the shoes. Go me. First class is tomorrow, yay!
I had my first film class last night, which was pretty friggin' sweet. We watched La Jetee, which is this weird French movie from the 1960's that is actually almost all still pictures. There are about 3 seconds of moving film or whatever in the entire thing. It does, however, have sound effects, muffled dialogue, and narration. It's only a half an hour long, which seems to just condense the weirdness. It starts out with this boy at an airport in France, watching planes land and take off. He sees a woman. He sees a man get shot. Then a nuclear bomb drops and destroys everything. Later, the boy is grown up, and he and all of humanity are living underground because of the radiation. He's a prisoner (it's unclear why) and his captors are doing experiments on him, trying to send him into the future to get help. He goes into the past and sees the woman a lot. They finally send him into the future, where he does in fact get help, and the future people offer to let him stay in the future with them. Instead, he wants to go back to his childhood. So they send him back to the day at the airport. He (as his adult self) is running down this pier (jetee) thing, because he wants to see the woman there. He sees the woman. He sees his child self. He sees one of the men who captured him. As that man shoots him, he realizes that HE was the man he saw get shot when he was a kid. CRAZYPANTS. I'm not sure what the significance of this whole thing is, but it was pretty cool at the time.
We also watched Singin' in the Rain, which is a little much at any time of the day and especially in class at 9:00 PM on the biggest freaking screen ever. I have developed a slight crush on both Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor (whose name I did not know until I looked it up, and who I was surprised to discover was in the film version of Anything Goes, which apart from the boat thing seems to have little to do with the play). I really think, though, that it's watching people do things that they are really, really, really good at that is always so... I dunno. Beautiful to see. It did put me in a good mood, though.
That's about it for tonight, I think. Off to the stupid gym now.
This means, of course, that I have to go to the gym. Sigh.
Also, I bought a leotard, tights, and shoes for my ballet class. I even sewed the elastic onto the shoes. Go me. First class is tomorrow, yay!
I had my first film class last night, which was pretty friggin' sweet. We watched La Jetee, which is this weird French movie from the 1960's that is actually almost all still pictures. There are about 3 seconds of moving film or whatever in the entire thing. It does, however, have sound effects, muffled dialogue, and narration. It's only a half an hour long, which seems to just condense the weirdness. It starts out with this boy at an airport in France, watching planes land and take off. He sees a woman. He sees a man get shot. Then a nuclear bomb drops and destroys everything. Later, the boy is grown up, and he and all of humanity are living underground because of the radiation. He's a prisoner (it's unclear why) and his captors are doing experiments on him, trying to send him into the future to get help. He goes into the past and sees the woman a lot. They finally send him into the future, where he does in fact get help, and the future people offer to let him stay in the future with them. Instead, he wants to go back to his childhood. So they send him back to the day at the airport. He (as his adult self) is running down this pier (jetee) thing, because he wants to see the woman there. He sees the woman. He sees his child self. He sees one of the men who captured him. As that man shoots him, he realizes that HE was the man he saw get shot when he was a kid. CRAZYPANTS. I'm not sure what the significance of this whole thing is, but it was pretty cool at the time.
We also watched Singin' in the Rain, which is a little much at any time of the day and especially in class at 9:00 PM on the biggest freaking screen ever. I have developed a slight crush on both Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor (whose name I did not know until I looked it up, and who I was surprised to discover was in the film version of Anything Goes, which apart from the boat thing seems to have little to do with the play). I really think, though, that it's watching people do things that they are really, really, really good at that is always so... I dunno. Beautiful to see. It did put me in a good mood, though.
That's about it for tonight, I think. Off to the stupid gym now.