The Last Blog...

*sigh* I knew this day would come, I thought I would be a lot more sad, but since all I can think of lately is summer which equals no school, it doesn't seem so bad anymore. So now I am supposed to recap on my growth in this class, but be forewarned, you may not like it.
When I entered this class all I knew was that it was the study of Highbrow and Lowbrow literature, and that Mr. Sexson was teaching. That sounded pretty good to me! Little did I know I would be thrown into an alternate world of books that speak gibberish, and evoke suicidal imaginations, all to be read with joy and excitement.
I experienced these strange books with as open a mind as possible. The very first book "Haroun and the Sea of Stories", was deceiving. I loved it, I could barely put it down. Then came the day that I opened "Finnegans Wake". . . . . I read a bit then threw it down. If I didn't think it is horrible to destroy a book, it would have been shredded, drowned, then burned, then the ashes would have been buried as far from humanity as possible. Yet there it sits on my table... mocking me with its deceptively joyfully colorful cover.
I returned to thoughts of Haroun to survive.
Beckett was next on the list... At least its cover did not lie to me. It was appropriately dark from beginning to end. And I have only one question... Why does he worry about sucking the same stone twice, if he's got an even bigger problem staring him in the face? Why the hell is he sucking on stones!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Oh man it feels good to vent! Well at least I learned something... Knock, Knock...

Ahh the sweet relief of Shakespeare! That is a line I never thought I would think. Shakespeare was my Joyce before I read him. So yes I have grown, not as fast as others who were swept up by the popularity of the Highbrow our class invoked. But now I do not see Shakespeare as an enemy but as a last resort ally!!
Well it has been quite a trip. I have done things I never thought I would do... I read books for class... thats the big one.. I wrote a highbrow laced play... and I enjoyed coming to class each day. But now it is all over and I cannot dwell on it any longer.
Thanks Mr. Sexson for a great semester!!

Presentaions

I am so glad we are done with the prentations of themes! I was so worried ours was going to be a mess but personally I thought ours was the best of them all.... although I am a bit biased!
I was amazed at the other groups too!
But like I said, so glad the pressures of them are over!!

The Play

The world as myth and fiction

Plot Overview:
Awake in Bob’s dream, meet Mudra who tells him “we are here”
Ariel overhears, and tells King Prospheus, who sends Ariel to help Bob so they can end the feud between King Tweedle Shem and King Tweedle Shaun. To do this Bob must find the Stopping Water, to stop the kings with. Ariel takes Bob to see Little Giddeon, an oracle who tells them to go to the Sea of Time. There they must find the Sorcerer’s Cup (solid and liquid). He then tells them a riddle (aka 4 quartets) to find the thing that will lead them to the Stopping Water.
The riddle leads them to Miranda who is ditsy to say the least and unknowingly tells them the way to the stopping water. She becomes transfixed on Bob; they send her off on an endless errand, to get rid of her.
They find the water and carefully fill the cup. Now they make their way to the feuding kings border, where they are to meet due to a plan laid out by Ariel (or chance, I am not that sure yet). Bob sneakily puts the water in the king’s cups and they become paralyzed in their chairs. They can only move from their necks up. Bob begins to explain why they should end the feud when King Prospheus steps in and takes over in the story.
The two kings look confused as he explains that the reason they are fighting is one that is pointless, and how this terrifying war must end (yada yada…), and King Prospheus reveals that he has only heard of it through the tales he hears people telling him in his distant kingdom.
The kings laugh at him, and tell him that there is no feud, that it was a play they had performed. Telling King Prospheus that it never really happened.
(This is where I lose ideas… I don’t know how to end it, but Bob must realize that this isn’t real, he is in a dream, and that it is all fiction. Eventually waking back up somehow in the classroom, where it all started.)
Written by: Lissa Fields
Perform by: John Orsi, Kelsey Holman, Erik Howard, Bizz Browning,
Lissa, Fields, Caitlin Murphy, Zach Eggemeyer

Characters
Bob: Main guy, just named bob for easy writing. He changes his speaking, going from Gods, to hero’s, to man throughout the play, hopefully subtly. Searching for why he is there and what is important about his quest.
Ariel: Helps Bob get through the story, guiding him without getting too involved in the story. Maintaining a slightly invisible sense to him (think Cheshire cat)
King Prospheus: A mixture of the king in the alchemist, Prospero, and Morpheus. He just wants the war to end.
Mudra: Just there to incorporate Haroun.
Caliban: Lets the viewers know about the feud
Little Giddeon: Oracle / Englishman from the alchemist helps to get bob going in the right direction.
Miranda: Female figure…. Tells where the stopping water is
King Tweedle Shem: Hmm not much to tell
King Tweedle Shaun: Same here. Just kings.

 
THE PLAY
Begin class, we stand in front like we are going to recite a lecture. One person from our group (main character) is in a desk watching, and falls asleep. The lights flicker, a green light comes from the projector. The people standing in front of the class disappear, on the screen it says
“CLOSE YOUR EYES”
Ariel announces: Long ago in a classroom much like this, a truth was sought. Unknown to all but within everyone’s reach. To find this truth you must first awaken! Open your eyes and you shall find the truth.

Everyone opens their eyes. Scene has changed, pictures flash randomly across the screen. It is dark except for the light of the projector. The sleeping student awakens and searches the unknown. Ariel is watching from a corner, not moving. Bob asks questions in a Shakespearean style.
Bob: I know not this place I have awakened. It reminds me of home, but I know it is not. Where are my peers who were just there? My teacher he sateth there before me, is vanished. How strange be this place of unknown.
A person (Mudra) slowly opens the door in an obvious manner and spies Bob.
Bob: Hello? Hello there, can you help me? You there by the door.
Mudra gestures to his chest like “me?” no voice
Bob: Yes you, for there is no one else, canst you see?
Mud: (nods, approaching Bob with caution)
Bob: Do you know where we are?
Mud: (no answer but spreads his arms out as if to say “here”)
Bob: Speak now and tell me for I can no longer bear this unknown.
Mud: (motions like playing the guesstures game, taps arm with three fingers = 3 words)
Bob: Cannot you speak?
Mud: (shakes head)
Bob: Alright I shall interpret your words through gestures. (Somehow makes obvious gesture to audience) First word…
Mud: (gestures to himself and bob)
Bob: Me… and you… us…. We? (Mud: Enthusiastically gestures yes) We, yes we, continue.
Mud: (2nd word tap, makes a pirate hook with finger and covers an eye and such…)
Bob: Pirates? Argh? Argh.. arrrgh…. Areg… ARE!
Mud: (Sighs heavy 3rd word, spreads arms… here)
Bob: (answers randomly, finally giving up)
Mud: (stomps to chalkboard and writes “HERE”)
Bob: (frustrated) You made me guess that, just to tell me that “WE ARE HERE”?
Mud: (speaking) Yes for where else would we be? Exit through door.
Bob: How am I to know where here is if I have never been there?
Bob begins to search off stage, opposite of Ariel.
Ariel: King Prospheus, King Prospheus, He has arrived!! (Dramatically points to Bob as King enters.)
King P: Excellent, now we can finally begin to end this terrible feud. Ariel, Go to our hero and ease his way. We must ensure that he fulfills his destiny. Away now, be gone, and do my bidding.
Ariel: I am gone my King, quick as a flash, gone with the wind, I go, I go
Ariel crosses over to Bob who has his back to Ariel.
Ariel: Welcome (bows gracefully) You seem lost may I be of any assistance?
Bob: (startled) Who are you? From where did you come?
Ariel: I believe your questions may be misdirected (continues quickly) What is it that you seek my lord?
Bob: Why am I here, and where is this here?
Ariel: Ah yes, Welcome my lord to the land of Norton. (bows) As for your presence here, I fear I know naught of it. But my lord, may I lead you to my great and noble king, where we shall find food and shelter for the night?
Bob: I suppose.
(Caliban walks by muttering about the feud and how terrible it is)
Bob: What is it that the monster was speaking of?
Ariel: (turns to face Bob, with a grave look on his face) Tis between King Tweedle Shem and King Tweedle Shaun, two Kings of the greatest friendship, are now at war. It is all anyone can speak of. It was terrible; they both fell in love with a beautiful maiden who lived where their kingdoms met. Each one vied for the lady’s attention, both believing that she fancied them. Both set out to ask for her hand on the same star-crossed evening. But the heavens were against them. They arrived at the same time, each the embodiment of joy. Together they knocked on the door of their love. After some time, a weeping chambermaid opened the door, telling them of her mistress’s death. That very day, the beautiful young maiden went out to pick roses for her kings, but as she was riding back on her horse, she fell and struck her head. Mad with grief, the two kings blamed each other for her death and left with the promise that they would over throw their foes kingdom, in remembrance of their love.
Bob: Whoa
Ariel: Whoa indeed my lord. (Dramatic pause) You know my lord, my master is a very powerful wizard. Were you to end this feud, I am sure he would grant you that which you most desire.
Bob: (ponders for a moment) What must I do?
Ariel: Travel over the mountains of the Dry Salvages and journey into the cave of Little Giddeon.
Bob: Little Giddeon?
Ariel: The oracle, it is only he who can tell us what must be done. (Pause) What say you my lord?
Bob: Let’s do it!
Screen sequence of a desert, mountains, space, and other places flash by as they march in place, in front of the projector. Finally arrive at the cave, where Little Giddeon is seated, surrounded by books.
LG: Welcome my friends, excuse the mess, I am doing a bit of research.
Ariel: Little Giddeon, (pause to bow, makes Bob bow too) We have come to learn how to end the feud of the kings.
LG: You my friends, must travel far. The only way to make the kings see their wrongs is stop them.
Bob: How do we do that?
LG: You must go to the Sea of Time. It is there that you must find the Stopping Water.
Bob: Stopping Water?
LG: When the kings drink this water they shall be paralyzed, temporarily of course. So long as they drink from the Sorcerer’s Cup.
Bob: Where will we find this cup?
LG: By the Sea of Time, you will find a cave, in there you will find the Sorcerer’s Cup. But beware, you must choose the right cup or face dire consequences.
Bob: How will we know which cup it is?
LG: It is the paradox of nature, made of two opposites that work together to contain the Stopping Water. That is all I know of the cup. (Sighs heavily) The Stopping Water is difficult to find. All I can offer is this:
“You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess.” (P29 Eliot)
Bob: What does that mean?
LG: Only you will know. (Points to Bob) for only you have met the Sexson, and learned his ways. Have you not?
Bob: The Sexson? (Glances to Sexson with a thoughtful gaze) yes I suppose I have, but what if I fail?
LG: You won’t. (Matter-of-factly) Now go for that what you seek is ready to be found.
Ariel: Thank you Little Giddeon (backing out of cave pulling a dumbfound Bob behind.)
They continue again in front of the screen scenes. Arrive at the Sea of Time… finally spotting the cave, they run to it. Cups are lined up THE cup is hidden behind the others.
Bob: There are so many, how will we know which the Sorcerer’s Cup is?
Ariel: You should listen to your heart.
Bob: (confused) Why should I listen to my heart? (P129 Alchemist)
Ariel: Because you are the one, the one who has heard the Sexson. I trust in your choice.
Bob: It is made of two opposites, working together. (Pauses over diff. cups) There it is. (Finally grabbing the freezy cup.) The Sorcerer’s Cup!! (AMAZEMENT)
They leave the cave and pause at the sea.
Bob: How will we ever find the Stopping Water? It seems so hopeless. (Sad ) “a way by in there is no ecstasy…. There we must climb those rocks.
Picture of a very steep mountain.
Ariel: So we shall
They climb the rocks and see a thick mass of moss over a house surrounded by trees. Very fairyish
Bob: What is that?
Ariel: I fear I have no knowledge as to what this thing before us is.
Miranda appears speaking to nature in a babbling way. Bob and Ariel approach cautiously, Ariel disappears. Miranda watches Bob come, she smiles and claps, general girlyish actions. Excited to see someone
Mir: Welcome, Oh, welcome! (twirls in happiness) It has been so long since anyone has come to visit. Oh please come in and have a seat!
Miranda goes to opposite side of table and sits down, gestures to Bob’s seat then rests her head on her hand, watching Bob, with amazement.
Mir: (sighs contendedly) Do you want some tea, or food…. (Babbles on) My name is Miranda (curtsy) tell me my dear friend, what is your name?
Bob: Bob
Mir: Oh how wonderful, I have never met anyone with such a wonderfully exciting name. (she becomes serious) Tell me Bob, what has brought you to my little home? (goes to table and grabs a white rabbit and pets it thoughtfully, in a distracted manner)
Bob: I have come on a mission to fulfill my destiny.
Mir: (lights up at Destiny) Oh tell me Bob, do tell me of your destiny.
Bob: I am on a quest to end an awful war between two kings, but in order to do this, I must fill this cup (holds up the Sorcerer’s Cup) The Sorcerer’s Cup, with a mystical water.
Mir: (completely entranced by cup) How terribly exciting! I’ve known where each of the waters have been, the forward water, the stopping water, the backward water…
Bob interrupts
Bob: You know the place of the Stopping water?
Mir: Not know, knew.
Bob: How do you not know that what you’ve known?
Mir: Easily, because it was something that I had never known. (Looks at a confused Bob) To know that which you do not know, cannot be carried with you once you know again.
Bob: Can you teach me how to find the Stopping water?
Mir: (Very excited) Yes! First sit here. Now you must rid yourself of what you know, to understand that which you do not know.
Bob: But how is that possible, how can I know that which I do not know, or understand?
Mir: That’s easy, just ignore it all, and don’t think. Just exist. When you think too much, your existence begins to fade. So don’t think, just exist.
Bob: Ok?... (begins to “ohm”, “invisible” Ariel stands over Bob and casts a spell to get rid of thoughts) I know!!
Bob gets cup and moves to a small stream of water on the rocks of the cave, the source of the sea of time.
Ariel: (in a ghostly voice) Are you sure my lord?
Bob: Positive! I felt everything slip away and then I was just there, and I knew. I just knew that this was the spot. (Bob holds up the full cup with awe) The Stopping water is the source of the Sea of Time. It is only by stopping that we know that we can go forward and back. I did it!
Mir: Yay! (claps and skips)
Bob: Thank you Miranda, you have helped us so much.
Mir: Hmmm yes, I think I have. (Gasps) My roses! (goes to her flower basket and gives Bob a red and white rose, and puts them in the water) Remember me when you see these flowers, whose beauty shall be forever preserved. (she wanders away)
Bob and (a now visible) Ariel stand outside the cave
Bob: To the Kings?
Ariel: To the Kings! (in a very lord of the rings manner)
They begin walking again. Eventually spot a very green place with 2 castles in the distance, and tents in the middle like a party or a battle is about to happen.
Bob: Never have I seen such a wondrous sight such as this.
Ariel: Indeed, the land of East Coker is highly renowned for its splendid beauty. There on the left is the land of King Tweedle Shem, and on the right is that of King Tweedle Shaun.
Thoughtful pause, as they look at the tens and flags and people between the two kingdoms.
Ariel: There (points to the tents) the kings have met to fight man to man. We have come not a moment too soon. You must go my lord.
Bob: Yes. How shall we get the water to the kings?
Ariel: I fear this is the end of my journey, it is up to you now to fulfill your destiny.
Bob: What destiny, I am just doing this to get home. How can it me my destiny?
Ariel: Only the gods in the heavens can fore tell a man’s destiny, but yours seems clear to even me. For had you not come, our lands would forever be at war.
Bob: Destiny?.... (ponderings) But what if I fail, what if that is to be my destiny?
Ariel: Then so it shall be, but you are wise my lord, wise beyond your years. Recall your knowledge that you have learned from the Sexson and I know that you will not fail.
They do a shoulder clasp thing or some other manly farewell. Ariel leaves
Ariel: (Ghostly echo) Remember the Sexson, the Sexson, the Sexson…..
Bob turns to audience and delivers a monologue (self empowering monologue that sums up why he is going to do this yada yada…)
Bob:








Bob makes his way to the tents, sneaking through in the dark. (stars on projector) 2 ppl with sheets and signs are the tents. King shem, on one sigh, king shaun on other. Kings are asleep; they have cups next to them that they drink when they wake up. Bob pours water into glasses. Rooster crows, kings wake up and drink the water.
“invisible” Ariel genie blinks, lights go out and scene changes. Now the kings are sitting in chairs awake but paralyzed from necks down. They are in front of theatre curtains aka tent flaps
Kings: (Random shouts for help)
Bob: (bows) My lords, listen to my truth. This war is insane you must bring it to an end. Return to your days of friendship and allow your kingdoms to return to their former glory. Permit your hearts time to heal in a land of peace. My Kings…..
King Prospheus enters and takes over the speech in a booming voice.
KP: Fellow rulers this war was ill-started. The faults of your foes are untrue. Let not the memory of your loved one be thus sullied by the ruination of more hearts and lives!
Kings look confusedly at each other.
KP: Throughout my kingdom, tales of your unfortunate feud tell of nothing but the destruction, and tragedy of your people. Please my brothers, END THIS WAR!
Kings sit in silence then slowly begin to laugh.
KP: You find this war funny? You are not fit to rule these lands! How dare you allow….

KS1: King Prospheus, Prospheus, you’ve misunderstood…
KP: I’ve misunderstood? How can one misunderstand the horrible deaths you have caused?
KS2: Prospheus please, listen! You have misunderstood. These tales you have heard are false. My friend and I are not at war.
KP: (confused) But your encampments? Are not you preparing to fight to the death?
KS1,2: NO!
KS1: No my dear friend this tale of tragedy and destruction does not take place on our lands, but on our stages.
KP: You mean….
KS2: Yes, ‘twas all a play, a skit. A heart breaking tale imagined up by our play write, nothing more.
KP: But for months now I have heard these accounts..
KS2: It has been very popular.
KP: (pauses to take it all in) I am sorry my brothers (Bows to Kings, then KP turns to Bob) Thank you my friend, for shedding light upon the falseness of this truth. Without your knowledge and your courage, the real truth would never have been revealed
Bob: Your Welcome my lord (humble)
Bob turns to Ariel who has a mischievous smile.
Ariel: My lord, (bows exaggeratedly) It seems as though you have fulfilled your destiny.
Bob: My destiny… (Muses on this thought) If I have completed my destiny then what now lies before me in this life?
Ariel: Perhaps my lord, you should quit this life? (He gestures to KP) I have spoken with my king and he is prepared to grant your wish
Bob turns to KP
KP: You are most welcome my friend to live out your days in my kingdom, your existence will be that of a dream.
Bob: That of a dream… (Contemplates for a moment) I thank you your highness, for such a tempting offer, but I must return home. I cannot turn my back on that life, and leave my destiny there unfulfilled.
KP: (Grins) the choice is yours my friend. (Holds out his hands, red and blue m&m’s) your soul’s desire will choose the right path, select your destiny.
Bob chooses the one from the matrix (red). Thunder claps, lights flicker. Returns to original stage, with people on it. Bob gets hit with an M&M. he contemplates it. Knocks his pencil off of his desk, when he grabs it he finds the roses.

The End.

Limited Little Souls

I just went to YouTube and typed in Samuel Beckett, and I found this...
It is Alan Rickman commenting on a Samuel Beckett play he performed in and a couple of his views on Beckett. I thought it was really interesting, not just what is being said, but the thought of Beckett becoming "popular". Wouldn't it be interesting if Beckett slowly became more lowbrow? How could Beckett possible be lowbrow you ask? Well imagine if more and more actors like Alan Rickman were to perform Beckett's works until eventually he become a common name in households, how strange would that be?!












While it is mesmerizingly strange and appealing, it may take a few more years... centries... before Beckett will completely capture the hearts of the world.

The Alchemist

Hmmm.... It was an interesting book, but I am afraid it's life changingness was lost on me. I enjoyed the story and how everything pans out, but over all I would rather read a romance novel. I know that The Alchemist isn't uber lowbrow, but geeze even my romance novels don't have to explain everything, on every page of the book. They leave that little bit of mystery for you to work out on your own, then at the end everything is revealed, as it should be.
Yeah, for me The Alchemist is more of a cheesy book club book that everyone reads and then they ooo and ahhh over how much it has changed everything, when it tells you what you already know, but have ignored all your life. Needless to say, I am not a bookcluber.
On another note, I have discovered recently that I am not cut out to be a highbrow book reader. I enjoy the simple things in life when it comes to books. I would rather waste my afternoons reading sappy love stories that do nothing but make me happy because the girl and the guy end up and they live happily ever after, than ponder over words for hours on end, deciphering Joyce's cryptic writings. Yes I admit it, I am a mindless lowbrower and proud of it!

Paper topic and thesis..... kind of....

I have been having a lot of problems trying to decide on a topic, failing miserably at coming up with something that makes me want to explode with excitement. Therefore, I am going to just write about something that keeps popping up in my mind, baffling my comprehension of all that I know. It is a simple idea, but when I begin to ponder about it becomes this mess of ideas and questions that make go slightly crazy for a couple of hours. This is the use of time in the novels we have read. It relates to the myth of the eternal return, 20 min lifetime, world as fiction and dream, and so on. It will probably be a pain to write about, but I am going to try. I should be able to use examples from each book, but as of right now I am still trying to decide which to use.
*sigh*

To recap:
For my paper I will be covering the topic of time. How it is used, ignored, and emphasized in the novels we have read, and why it is so important.

A whole lot a bloggin'

We were supposed to blog about the one person whose blog made an impact on our way of thinking. But no one has my complete admiration over all others. I have not followed any one blog through out the semester, instead I browsed through everyones, reading the blogs of that week. Everyone has such different and wonderful views on everything we talk about!!! It is really fun to just flip from one blog to another and see how each topic takes a different turn depending on who wrote it. There are so many epic revelations that people come up with that make me think in a whole new way. Thanks for all the good reads!!!

PS: Next time, I think Mr. Sexson should keep a blog too!

A little bit of trivia

So for any of you who happened to pick up an exponent this week, you probably skipped to the good stuff, such as the "Ask Time Traveling Sherlock (from the past)" He is like the male version of dear Abby for our school. His most recent inquiry was from an Andy K. and it said:

"Dear Sherlock, I went to Butte for Saint Patrick's Day over spring break, and i somehow woke up in the middle of campus back in Bozeman, without shoes, a shirt or much of my dignity. All I had in my pockets was a quarter, a piece of paper with a number on it, and what I'm guessing was an old man's prosthetic finger. Is there any way to figure out what happened to me that night?"

Now I'm no Sherlock, but there is a certain book from class that this made me think of, how about you? Perhaps this Andy K. could read it find enlightenment.

P.S. if you cant make the connection you should probably drop the class sorry :(

Shakespeare: A love hate relationship

The Tempest, By William Shakespeare

Generally I liked this play, even though it is something I will hopefully, never have to read again in my life. I despise reading Shakespeare. He makes no sense, his characters are dull, and his humor is lacking. Yes I HATE READING SHAKESPEARE!

I love Shakespeare! All of his plays are epic and thoroughly entertaining. Each summer I try to go to Shakespeare in the Parks as often as I can! His words are soulful, his imagery is outstanding, and his humor is knee-slappable.

How is it that something so horrible can be so good? When I watch actors and actresses give life to the characters that are hidden within the depths of the monotonous text, I am always amazed. The characters become dynamic and it is so easy for me to understand what is going on. I know that the voice inflection and seeing the stage directions being acted out are the reasons for my understanding but still. Utter amazement!!

Matrix

Hmmmm what is the Matrix you ask? Well that's a tricky one. Since I am a terrible arguer when it comes to things that circulate back to the original question I shall simply state, I do not know. But since no one is here to fight back at what I say, I believe I shall go on!

The Matrix. In the movie it is explained as a false reality that A.I. created, essentially taking over our world with its virtualistic one. But since humans created the A.I. that created the Matrix, then wasn't it actually the humans that trapped themselves in this unknown state of being? Well I guess this doesn't even matter all that much, one way or another, the A.I. took over and put humanity into this contraption. Back to the Matrix, is it reality? Why not. Obviously it simulates the real world in all the ways that we know and understand to be real, so why not accept this as reality. Or how about one version of reality? Who's to say that it isn't real. If your mind is convinced everything around it is real why can't it be real? If our minds are what make us creatures of reason and are our reason for existence, I don't see why this can't be a reality that will suffice the needs of a human being. Since you can both live and die in the Matrix I think it is safe to say who cares. You still have your "free will", there are killers and teachers and everything else in between, so whats the problem... so what if machines are feeding off of your body, if your mind is happy shouldn't you be?
I understand the whole moral aspect of living in truth and wanting to know what is reality, but technically if you never learned about it, then would it still be real? Like when Neo is struggling with the truth, he would never of had to go through that if he had just been left alone, blissfully ignorant in the Matrix, living his dual life with no care whether it was real or not.
Hmmm I guess the Matrix is what you make it to be... if you do not believe that you are really here, that this life is a false one that is your choice. Personally, I believe that this is my temporary reality, for it could change in the blink of an eye, so I shall enjoy it while I can, and not question its existence. But if other information arises that makes me question this as a reality, I will reserve the right to change my mind without question.

Fiction: truth or lies?

The first time that I watched Stranger Than Fiction, I had no idea what was going on, the only thing I was sure of was that whoever wrote it was on crack. But like any fool I watched the terrible movie again, and low and behold I liked it. Why? I don't know. What changed? I have no idea, but for some reason, it just made sense.

I have not made it all the way through Beckett's stories, let alone gone through them more than once, so I have a feeling that even if I tried, really hard, I would never make a change to liking it like I did with this lower brow movie.

In both of these works, there are constant reminders that these are works of fiction. These elements push the reader/viewer out of the story in order to create an unsettling awareness of the goings-on that they are viewing are fake.

Finnalist

Ok so we were supposed to find a list in Finnegan's Wake, and I think I found one on page 123. oh nice I didnt even notice the page before this. Anyway I belive it is a list or catalog of different books or people or places or things... I can't even pretend to understand any or all that it says.


Duff-Muggli, who now may be quoted by very kind arrange-
ment (his dectroscophonious photosensition under suprasonic
light control may be logged for by our none too distant futures
as soon astone values can be turned out from Chromophilomos,
Limited at a millicentime the microamp), first called this kind of
paddygoeasy partnership the ulykkhean or tetrachiric or quad-
rumane or ducks and drakes or debts and dishes perplex (v. Some
Forestallings over that Studium of Sexophonologistic Schizophre-
nesis, vol. xxiv, pp. 2-555) after the wellinformed observation,
made miles apart from the Master by Tung-Toyd (cf. Later
Frustrations amengst the Neomugglian Teachings abaft the Semi-
unconscience, passim) that in the case of the littleknown periplic
bestteller popularly associated with the names of the wretched
mariner (trianforan deffwedoff our plumsucked pattern shape-
keeper) a Punic admiralty report, From MacPerson's Oshean
Round By the Tides of Jason's Cruise, had been cleverly capsized
and saucily republished as a dodecanesian baedeker of the every-
tale-a-treat-in-itself variety which could hope satisfactorily to
tickle me gander as game as your goose.



Better late than never right...

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

*sigh* well I am way behind in my blogging so I am planning on making an afternoon of it!! I have my songlist selected (a variety of Shania Twain, Michel Buble, Mamma Mia, Seven Bride for Seven Brothers Soundtrack, and a few randomly good songs), I have my writing buddy Chexy next to me on her chair...


Chexy












And my embroidery to take up the time when I really have to think about what I want to write...




















This was my last project....
This is what I am currently working on....

















Here we go!!!

So after Groundhog's Day when Mr. Sexson told us that he had wanted us to dig deeper and convey our thoughts rather than our day, I took some notes from two days after Groundhog's Day.

Here's something for you to keep in mind about my mind... there is ALWAYS a song stuck in my head... twice in my life I have had moments where there was silence, once when I was walking down the hall in my highschool, during class, when I was all alone; and once when I was sitting on the couch. So you may see song titles thoughout this, do not be alarmed, this is just how it would be if you were in my mind.



That morning, I woke up ("Peanut Butter Jelly Time" "PBJT" from family guy) thinking about death. One year ago that day, a girl I had gone to school with since first grade passed away. I don't deal with death well. It is so incomprehensible to me that it overwhelms my mind and freaks me out. I dont know if it is a good thing or not, but I have not had to deal with many deaths that directly effected me, when I was in first grade my Grandma Martha passed away. That was really awful. Then in fifth grade my dog Otis died, two Halloween's ago my cat Cheerios passed away. That is really all I have had to deal with,(other than the occaisional fish) so for the most part I try to ignore the thought. But here it is rearing its ugly head. So many thoughts pass through my mind it is hard to hold on to one long enough to make any sense of anything. Disbelief, sadness, hope, fear, and of course WHY? Even now, analyzing this thoughts, I only come up with NOTHING. (PBJT)

After I hit this wall AGAIN, I forced the thought from my mind and went about my day. As I got ready I spent the morning having a conversation with Chexy who is the loudest, most talkative cat ever!! We discussed why she had to follow me from room to room. Now I am not one of those crazy cat ladies, but yes I do talk to my animals b/c they are a part of my family. Anyway, before I knew it, I was in the passenger seat of the suburban with my mom behind the wheel. We carpool to save the environment.... HA no, I just didnt want to drive. As I pulled my shoes on, and had to tie them, I relived my hatred for tying shoes. Later that day venting my hatred to a friend as I was forced to tie the left shoe over again Grrr. (PBJT)

Running late for class I rushed to Wilson hall for my first class, smiling as I inwardly danced to Them Sobbin Women from 7B47B. I arrived just in the nick of time!! Yay for my spot being open!! usually there is someone who tries to steal my perfect seat. In the corner and in the back... it gives me the perfect vantage point over the whole room and keeps me far enough from everyone that I don't get crowded or cranky. Class starts, fear settles in as I have not done the reading... again. Frantically I search the pages in hopes of something I can twist to sound intelligent. But all I get is PBJT. Oh well I just wont talk. Instead I spent the time as I frequently do, DONT LAUGH!!! I imagine the people around me in the time period clothes that they should have been born in. Lame I know, and yet your curious, what is your era? well for laughing you will now never know!! So here are some examples:

Mr. Sexson: The early 1800's









Mr. Leubner: 1920's paperboy style





















Well you get the idea. I am stil unsure as to my era, but I am working on it. (So now thinking of outfits, the song from Pride and Predjudice enters my mind, from the new one, even thought the 1995 one is better.)

Class ends and now I have an hour to do nothing... crap I have to read for tomorrow's class, off to the library. Ugh I hate the fact that they moved the videos from the basement, it used to be like a treasure hunt finding the right one. Now it is out in the open like everything else. I sit down at the far table on the right on Clowder Flats (tee hee hee i thought it was chowder til this year) so that I can watch people walk by outside of the unpassable doors. What a waste. "The Coming Race" one of the first science fiction novels EVER! And as he makes his way through the story, Idiana Jones theme song makes its way into my mind. Ahhh I love love stories, until they are ruined and the people never see eachother again. the end. Aww what a good book! Ugh temp pour francais.

I climb the stairs in reid imagining that I am Indie making my way up an ancient temple to save all mankind. I failed. oh well I will try again tomorrow. Bonjour mon amies, ca va? Je suis tres mal :( je ne veux pas aller au francais, parce que la salle de classe est trop petite et les discours de professeur aussi rapidement. Oui. There is no time left for thinking in French class. It is just direct objects, and nouns and verbs and other things I dont understand. And the clock... OH THAT CLOCK. It is the only classroom that I am in that has a clock,and it just sits there watching me (tee hee hee watching me) and going slower just to make me mad! tick....tock......tick...........tock........................tic..k............to...ck.....
You get it right? That thing is gonna kill me.

OH Thank God its time to go!!!! even though the teacher kept us 4 minutes late... I hate being kept late when I have somewhere to be. I receive a text from Alyssa (my BSFF it wouldnt be entertaining to you so i will just giggle to myself about the inside joke... oh no I lost the game.) asking if we are gonna get lunch together, I respond with an "ok if we must" giggling again on the inside. (Spira Dota by bass hunter) So yet again I make my way to class with a dorky smile tugging at my lips as i recall the tale of the tale of BSFF. Wilson, what a funky smelling hall. People refusing to use the right doors to exit a building run into me. Keep right, Keep moving. Did noone else learn this in KINDERGARTEN!?!?!? Grrr if only I had the nerve to trip them... but then again that would be mean, but I am late for class, and I just came from french, and they didnt use their door, I think I have the right to be mean! YEAH! Darn they are already walking away. I'll get'em next time.

Ugh room 115. I feel like I am in a shrunken room in Alice In Wonderland. I squish myself into my seat. aim forward, while a stream of inappropriate words flows through my mind because of the room. I am not a fish person, and I really hate feeling like one... well except when I do the fish face thing... but grr. Kelsey and I greet one another, recount events from the day and such (I have to go to work after lunch and I just recently realized that someone I work with looks like the main guy in Nightmare B/4 Xmas. Cue main song from that.) and then class begins. Tee hee hee Mr. Sexson should have a top hat and a cane, one with an amber topper... with a mosquito in it.. hee then he could bring back dinosaurs, but in an evil genius kind of way... like using dinos to force people to read Finnegan's Wake Mwhahahahaha with that kind of power he could definately take over the world!
Whilst musing about that, I listened to the class. (Pride and Prejudice song) Although with my gerbil like attention, I soon began sketching ideas for my Virginia City dress. Yeah I'm a reinactment junky. My friends and I go to Virginia City twice each summer to attend a Civil War reinactment ball. You know southern bell dresses and all that jazz. And of course we make our own dresses, people who dont are just wimps.




Here we are last August!!

Well the dress I have in mind is going to be these colors:




And will be completely different from last years dress. I am going to slut it up so to say, but in Victorian terms I would be using colors to rich for a young lady such as myself. Oops class is done, what was that last thing that was mentioned...? oh well, class is over by 3 or 4 minutes, but I dont mind, for I am off to lunch with Alyssa and my mom at the sub, yet again.


Well I think that is enough to compensate for my lack of info from my last blog, so yeah. Like I have been told many times I suck at endings therefore I will use my sure ender.

THE END

The Four Starquartreks!

After reading through The Four Quartets and thinking about The Inner Light episode of Star Trek, something on page 14 had me a pondering....

"The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed,and the pool was empty."

This is the part where the pool is empty, yet full of meaning. It made me think of the ending message that the Kataanians leave for the Captain. From this empty world,
the fleeting memories (moments of heart of light)of the Kataanians will live forever in the depths of the Captain's mind... well that and the flute. But more importantly the Captain's mind!


"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind."

Footfalls... echo... memory.....

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Flute!
The flute echoes the memory of the life that the Captain never really lived.

Meka leka hi meka hiny ho

So for my 30 words that I am working on memorizing, I put it to music, but I could never figure out how to work in the "Minneha, Minniehi minaaehe, minneho!" stuff. The other day as I was repeating it over and over, it took on a chant-like sound and reminded me of this...




Yes this is from Pee Wee's Playhouse!!! Jambi's chant to grant Pee Wee's wishes sound alot like Joycian writing!!
Does that make Pee Wee a High brow show? Well maybe not for its script, but some of the things on Pee Wee's Playhouse had my eyebrows way up in surpirse!!!!



(Ps did you know that Morpheus on The Matrix was Cowboy Curtis on Pee Wee's Playhouse?!?!?!?!)




Mmm hmmm...

Them Sobbin' Women

So you know how Sabina is in The Skin Of Our Teeth, and how her name is derived from the Sabine women... well this is what I think of everytime I hear that word.

Fine art:

Pietro da Cortona, 1627-29

And for theatrics watch this:


It may not be the most historically accurate tale, but I sure enjoy it!!!

Watch Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, it is an toe curlingly good movie!!!

Liss, Liss, Oh Liss!

So today I found my old Movie Stubs, just so you know there are lots!
I have rated them on a scale of 0-10 0=awful 10=awesome

(4)Twilight
(8)New Moon
(10) Stardust
(6) National Treasure 2
(10) Becoming Jane (she had a hand double for calligraphy!)
(7) Princess and the Frog (Holy crap it is scary!)
(8) Up (*clap *clap *clap Here snipe! Tee Hee)
(8) Star Trek (the new one with the hotty!)
(2) He's just not that into you (i cant even remember what it was about)
(7) Sydney White (suprisingly good in a cheesey way)
(6) Plumm Summer (pretty good for being shot here! I went to highschool with a guy in it!)
(7) Tristan and Isolde
(6) Miss Congeniality 2 (the first is way better)
(5) Guess Who
(8) Narnia 1
(6) Yours, Mine, Ours
(7) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
(5) Finding Nemo
(4) 50 First Dates
(8) Without a Paddle
(10) Phantom of the Opera
(3) Like Heaven
(1) Man House
(3) Stepford Wives
(7) The Terminal
(6) Uptown Girls
(2) Saved
(7) Austin Powers: Goldmember
(5) Return to Neverland
(9) Hidalgo (I went twice)
(10) The Wedding Date (My highschool French teacher was related to Dermot Mulroney!)
(4) Robots
(1) Elizabeth Town
(10) Pirates of the Carribean
(7) Must Love Dogs
(7) Raising Helen
(4) Starsky and Hutch (my friend and I met her boyfriend there, that was b/4 she was allowed go out with guys, we were such rebels!!)
(7) The Incredibles
(10) Mamma Mia! (So wonderfully fantastic!!!)
(1) Fun with Dick and Jane
(0) The Break Up (terrible)
(6) Madagascar
(10) Pride and Prejudice (I love, I love, I love you...*sigh*)
(7) Bewitched
(10) Mr. and Mrs. Smith (I actually like Brad Pitt in this movie)
(9) Lemony Snicket: Series of unfortunate events
(5) Hitch
(7) Superman
(6) The Pacifier
(7) Shrek 2
(10) The Princess Diaries 2
(7) LOTR: Return of the King
(10) Master and Commander (The soundtrack is AMAZING!!!!)
(3) Bruce Almighty
(7) Anchorman
(3) King Arthur (ugh kira knightly as guenevere.. i think not)
(8) Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
(4) 13 Going on 30 (Razzles are icky)
(4) Shark Tale
(7) Dodgeball (such stupidity, I shouldn't like it but I do)
(10) Napoleon Dynamite (talk about stupidity...)
(?) Big Bounce (I can't even remember enough to rate it)
(8) Benchwarmers (I am easily amused)
(2) Nacho Libre (except with this one)
(10) Pirates Of the Carribean: Deadman's Chest
(3) Over the Hedge
(7) Sky High
(10) Step Up
(9) The Prestige
(8) Meet the Robinsons
(4) Eragon
(4) Because I said so
(5) Breach

Dang, thats alot of movies!
Well I think that is enough for tonight, I am off to ice my hands, and get some sleep!!!

Eww this is disgustingly long, so if you don't read it, I understand.

OK so random thing.... Kelsey wrote a blog about a dream where a T-Rex was chasing her and it reminded me of a dream I had in elementary school...
So WWWWwwwwaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy back when I had a crush on (We'll call him Jake), Ok so I had a crush on Jake,(ugh i know) anyway, we were playing out on the playground at school when a T-Rex came charging across the playground. It grabbed Jake in its mouth and savagely ripped him apart... This was the MOST VIOLENT dream I had ever had, EVER! I woke up as Jake's leg fell to the ground. The next day when I saw him, the crush was gone, permanently!!!! It is so strange the things that are remembered, and what is forgotten.

On a happier note, HAPPY GROUNDHOG'S DAY!!!!!




Ok so today, I jumped the gun and managed to wake up at 4:28am luckily I willed myself back to sleep so I could wake up a 6, instead I compromised by waking up a 6:30, seeing as how I had been awake for that long already, I didn't want it to throw me off! Thankfully I awoke not a moment too soon, for I was trapped in a dream that I am still trying to understand...

I used to work at Llama Llama Books, on main (it is no longer there) and my boss was Leslie. In my dream she called me up and asked me why I hadn't submitted a menu yet? I was just as confused as you are, so I asked her what she meant. She replied that I had agreed to cater the wedding dinner for Vivica Fox. (Idk either last time I saw her was in the movie Boat Trip) So frantically I began running around my living room trying to put together something that I could pass off as a dinner for a bunch of people in just a day. Luckily Alyssa (my bff) shows up and helps me. We came up with a brilliant idea to make the vegetables that would be served to the kids out of paper... so Alyssa cut out paper veggies, as I tried to grill pork chops for the adults, while making scrambled eggs. But the grill was tricky, for some reason the pork chops kept falling down through the grate into the charcoal. While I was trying to fish out the blackened meat, my phone rang, and it was Leslie again. This time she was asking about the wedding cake... in the back of my mind I was freaking out b/c I knew I only had red fondant (the stuff you put on wedding cakes to make them fancy) and I knew that wouldn't work for a wedding cake. I hung up the phone and made a dash for.... and that's when I woke up! YAY!! Talk about a nightmare!

From there my day got better. Well kind of. I was a bit groggy and grumpy having to wake up so early. That and I had to tie my shoes, which I hate tying my shoes... even though I do it everyday, today it was especially vexing. While I was getting ready, Chexy (my 19yr old cat, who is black) followed me around wanting me to pet her, while Bertram (my 10yr old cat, who is a very happily chubby tabby) used all of his sneaky mind tricks to get me to give him Cruchies (crunchies - not even once). He went outside like a brave kitty, then came in and ran to his mat by the sink and waited patiently for a crunchie... he got some. Later when Stanley (the dog) was outside, Bert mewed at me letting me know Stan was at the door... he got a crunchie. And as I was headed out of the door, he looked up at me, made eye contact, mewed in his little kitty voice, then winked his left eye at me (not even kidding) ... he got some more!
Happiness began to set in when I got into the car and turned on the heated seat, I could have stayed there ALL DAY!!! But no, I had homework to do and I was hungry. So I went to the sub with my mom (who I carpooled with, and she works on campus) and we had breakfast. I had a bagel sandwich - white, with sausage, and eggs WELL done (i HATE runny eggs). We had a nice breakfast, then she went to work, and I headed over to the Library, where I sat in the table area downstairsish until 10:30ish. There I did my homework for my 19th Century Brit Lit class, aka reading The Coming Race, I recommend it, I am not one to enjoy books chosen by my professors, but indeed I was quite pleased.
While I worked oh so hard, I texted Alyssa (P.s. in French, text is Texto! Tee Hee)
"HAPPY GROUNDHOG'S DAY!!!"
she replied "Even though phil said we are going to have 6 more weeks of winter, i believe the python that says we are almost done with winter. Phil has lied before, while the python has been telling the truth all 8 years he's been predicting!"
I responded completely confused "What kind of nonsense was that phil is right, we shall have winter, but it will be a warm sunny winter that more resembles summer! The Python should die." I don't like snakes.
She responds "Whatever! Phil is a stupid little rodent! Like YOU!"
I retort "Nuh Uh! You slithering serpent from hell! (devil smiley face that smiles and reveals vampire teeth)"
Then I sit there all alone snickering at our 5th grade banter...
And so ends our meaningful conversation about this Groundhog's Day!

(this is the part where I paused and took a break from retelling my entire day)

Oh yeah, I wore a new white fleece jacket and it got fluffy fuzzies all over my purse and black shirt.
Oh yeah, again, I also bought an erasable highlighter from the bookstore. I'm pretty stoked!!
Once I finished the book, I went to the computers on the main level to google what "viz." meant... apparently it implies "namely", "that is to say", and "as follows", generally after this word there is a list or a description. At the computer my friend Stephanie came up, (who I haven't seen since last summerish). We talked about daily schools stuff, she showed me the tinsel she had tied into her hair (it was sparkily). Then I headed off to class, where I met up with Kelsey (we have class together). We sat down... then we had to split into the goups we had gotten into on friday, and work with the partner we had on friday... ugh... We then proceeded to dissect The Coming Race. Class finally ended so Kelsey and I left Wilson and walked under the walkway thing, where there is a large blob of ice that makes me angry. We parted ways, and I called my mom to see what she was doing for lunch, she was with my brother Keegan, at Cafe Zydeco. So the car was all mine. The suburban was parked in the first parking lot after pay parking so I was uber excited! But as it was 12:20ish, people were out in full force spot sharking... I of course was no exception. I began to back up and had to pull forward a couple times to get the right angle to get out and not hit any ones car... mean while I had a jaws shark... (the car slowly creeps closer, and your mind you hear Dun Dun, Dun Dun, Dun Dun,) ugh. Well I made it out and was on my way. I drove home on autopilot. I rang the doorbell, knowing that no one was home, but in order to make the dog bark... He did, though not as ferociously scared as usual, so I questioned his manliness as I headed to the back door (he wont go pee if you let him out the front door), and let him out after getting a hug.

(slight pause to go get some dinner... nothing sounded good so I am munching on some cheese its!)

Bored and wanting to avoid homework, I weighed the cats... Chexy - 12pounds 2ounces, Bertram - 14pounds. Yeah I didn't have much else to do, and I saw the scale and Chexy was chasing me so I got interested. After, I got my homework out and set it on the table, then went to the living room and watched Bones. It has terrible acting, but it is addictive. I was startled when the doorbell rang (it NEVER rings), so I hopped up and answered the door. It was my neighbor, he needed to borrow a ladder so I grabbed it and gave it to him. Then I went searching for a little red mailbox thing I know I have somewhere in my closet, I didn't find it, but I did find my old cd player and it had my Phantom Of The Opera cd in it,YAY! It has been "lost" for a couple years now. I also found a clip on earring of Simba from the Lion King that I is an original from when the movie came out. I also found my old movie ticket stubs, my fortune cookie fortunes, a purple arrowhead, a bar of cucumber melon soap from bath and body works, my green day bracelet, a mix cd I made a few years ago titled "Miss Austen... Yes?... Good Night." *Sigh*(anyone who has seen Becoming Jane knows what I mean!), and other random, but meaningful things.
That leads us up to now... still no dinner ideas, sitting next to Chexy who is helping me, with more blogs yet to come.

Happy Groundhog's Day!

Vikings and Wrestlers

Ok well its true I am in Finnegans Wake as well.... kind of. On page 148, on the bottom half of the page it says "Liss, liss!" Add an "a" and what do you get?
ME!!!!




On to the dream segment... the other night I had a dream that I was over at my friend Alyssa's house eating dinner with her family, which consist of her mom, dad, and two older brothers and Alyssa. I am quite positive that they are decedants of Vikings!!! Her oldest brother is about 7 feet tall and massive... her other brother isnt as tall but he has that hulk like stance that makes you worried he will charge at you like an angry bull. Anyway, we were eating dinner (chicken) and we were just chatting about random nonsense, but in my dream Alyssa's brothers were not themselves... they were WWE wrestlers (duh) and yet I knew them to be the two that I had seen growing up. After supper we went and played Catch phrase, just Alyssa, Me, and the tag team wrestlers. Neither team won, as I awoke during the first round of words, but I am quite sure Alyssa and I would have won!!!

Gig Goggle!!!!

Sadly this should not be a difficult assignment, as I have learned that my friend and I have spoken in the “WATER GENIE STYLE” for quite some time, a bit, a while, an extended period. Certain things set us off on these random tangents, digressions of topic, way off track. For instance, there is a puppeteer Jeff Dunham, who has Achmed the terrorist… We enjoy, get our kicks, slap our knees, watching them. Achmed often says “I Kill You” in a high pitch voice and each time either of us hear something that reminds us of this we turn to each other or those around us and repeat, “Indfadel, fool, knave, idiot, moron” sometimes this continuation of words will rear its ugly head over and over again. Then we laugh… Mwhahahahaha, tee hee hee, Aaa Aaa Aaa.






Water Genie Style? I think so!!
















The page I will be studying from Finnegan’s Wake is page 205.

And the passage I will memorize is as follows:
"O gig goggle of gigguels. I can't tell you how! It's too screaming to rizo, rabbit it all! Minneha, Minniehi minaaehe, minneho! O but you must, you must really! Make my hear it gurgle gurgle, like the farest gargle gargle in the dusky dirgle dargle.
(P.206)

I am pretty sure my spellchecker just had a heart attack.

Waterfalls

When consciousness pulls me from the sweet depths of dreaming, I begrudgingly open my eyes to find my white-walled room, still the same. I am lying on my side, my head at the foot of my bed, (done on purpose, to get to the fluffier part without having to flip the mattress) my view is repeatedly filled with fleeting memories.
The first thing I see is a calendar. It is one of the Chinese style I think, where it is made up of hundreds of strips of paper. The year stands out against the white in a deep blue, declaring “1994”. Yes, I know I’m a bit off… and that the picture on it, of a fluffy white cat in a tea garden full of pink roses is very old lady-ish, but I love it. Unconditionally. I can’t remember who gave it to me so long ago, but I like to think it was my grandma Martha, who passed away a few years later. Martha, isn’t that a wonderful name for a grandma… it just embodies a wonderful white haired elderly woman, who brings you cookies and hugs you tight every time you see her. Anyway… “Friends are the flowers in the garden of life.” That’s what it says below the picture. It makes me think of the flowers my grandma would pick with my neighbor Edith, and how proud she was each time she put a vase of them on the table for us to enjoy.
This then leads (for reasons unknown to me as well) to the memories of me sneaking into my brother’s room where my Granma would stay, to try on her deep purple silk slippers, with a small bow on the top. I felt so sneaky waddling around in the too-big slippers, knowing that I was far too clever to get caught. I never did. But years later my mom told me that she and my grandma knew the whole time. I disagreed because I knew I had ninja-like qualities at that age and so it is still my secret to hold as my very own.
These memories that fly through my mind in an instant,it is like that calendar is a word, something that when I see it, it is a whole series memories condensed. Such as when you hear the word “waterfall”, images and memories spring into mind, yet vanish before you can grasp them. That is what my calendar and everything else in my room does to me. So I won’t go into too much detail, but here is what I wake up to each morning.
My 1994 calendar with a small koala bear clipped to the bottom, which my uncle got for me in Australia. The doll my other grandma (Dorothy, also another wonderful grandma name) gave me, who is wearing a crocheted dress of white with the edges trimmed in purples and yellow. The mini x-mas tree I took to Paris and Scotland over Christmas break of ’08. My 6 drawer dresser with a large mirror, that reflects my wrought iron 4 post bed, with scrolly hearts. The damned fish tank my brother left when he moved out (4 years ago), that has a neurotic silver dollar, and a demon plecostumus, the fish tank cleaning bottom feeder kind, did you know that they can grow as large as their surrounding… yeah its true… and the thing has HORNS ugh and eww! Moving on… The pile of blankets on the floor with stuffed animals is where my dog runs in his sleep each night, most definitely getting the vicious squirrel that haunts him during the day. These are all on my “organized” side of my room, past my bed it becomes a hodge podge of books, socks, computer things, books, slippers, candles, books, and oh yeah, my Snoopy phone!!! He’s the real deal straight from the 70’s where my dad got it, used it, got married, hid it away, where years later I found it and claimed it as mine!!!

Bummer...

Tis sad, I have never had a 20 minute lifetime experience. :(
I wracked my brain after class but came up with nothing. Although come to think of it maybe I did have one I just forgot it!!! Woo hoo!!
Although I am still sad that I can't remember the lifetime I didn't know I had.

Haroun on the other hand had a whimsically fantastic 20 minute life... although who knows if it was 20 min life? While Haroun was off galavanting around, did the "real world" keep going for 20 mins without him or did it stop completely? Personally I am of the opinion that it was 11 mins I don't know why....(thoughtful contemplation)... it just seems like a suitable answer to me!!



Random good quote!!
“The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.” George Bernard Shaw

Haroun, Hercules, and Aladdin...

Confused? You shouldn't be!! What do these three men have in common? A heroic adventure with the woman they love in a bright and colorful world. Hmmmm yes this would make a fantastic Disney movie! Imagine a dashingly handsome Haroun fighting evil in his sexy (but sensible) blue night gown. You've gotta love a man in a dress! Although the story could use some tweaking... for instance, Blabbermouth would become a damsel in distress when the shadow statues head comes rolling down the street, and Haroun heroically appears on the back of his trusty companion Hoopoe, to sweep Blabbermouth off her feet while saving the love of his life. *contented sigh* Man I wish I had a Haroun like that!!!!!!

Yes, yet another blockbuster hit from Disney!!!

Haroun: as played by Johnny Depp.

As I read the book, imagining all the colors and new interesting ideas it provided for me, there was only one thing that really kept distracting me.

Tim Burton and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Ok I admit it seems a bit random, but I don’t understand why they haven’t taken this novel and turned it into a movie, or admit it you would go see it, a musical. Honestly it baffles my mind. If the reason is that they have never heard of it, then I highly recommend that someone send them an email!

Although... come to think of it, Johnny Depp would never do as Haroun. He would be better as Iff. Hmmm take a moment... Johnny Depp with a sky blue beard... Yep he could pull it off!!! Now back to Haroun, lets go with Ewan McGregor.. Yes definately hes the hotty for this roll!

Miracles Do Happen!

Wow, I am so stoked!! I started reading Haroun and the Sea of Stories, by Salman Rushdie last night,and something very strange happened.

I stared at the cover in disgust; a hideous cover in my opinion, something I would NEVER have chosen in a bookstore, yet I begrudgingly picked it up. Having no prior knowledge of what to expect, I immediately despised the book, and with a heavy heart I began to read.

Chapter one: The Shah of Blah

“There was once, in the country of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its name.”

That was it. I set the book aside and took a nap.

A couple hours later after the nice interlude, I once again opened the book. I forced my eyes to follow the words on the page only absorbing enough so I could understand what was happening. This is where the “something strange” comes into play. Soon colorful images filled my mind and characters came to life, and I was eager to know what would happen on the next page. Somehow, unbeknownst to me, I started to enjoy myself. I made it slightly past the halfway mark in the book, and I was feeling devastated and truly concerned; I was terrified that someone would give away the ending during class and ruin it for me. Luck was on my side today! I can happily read this surprising book with blissful ignorance of what shall happen. It must be a school-time miracle!!

Now I am off to finish the book!! Keep your fingers crossed that the 19 other books I have to read this semester are as good as this one!!

Yay for school....

Well kind of... I definately would not have minded a couple more months of break but I suppose it has to end sometime. I'm excited about this semester and hoping to have a blast!!!