dicit: sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,/ in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua

[timeripple]

Wonderful things:
- White roses and jasmine in bloom everywhere.
- “THE BLIND SWORDSMAN!” spray-painted on the back of an Austen Scrap Metal truck. I mean, seriously.


Monday, June 4, 2007
I have had a brilliant idea. I know what I want to be when I get old. I will be an actress, “famous and beloved” (Louisa May Alcott, Jo's Boys, I think). I cannot tell you how much this relieves my mind. By the time I get old, most of the reasons I’m not an actress now will have become irrelevant – I’m hoping that I end up like old!Sophie. I will get to play all the awesome old-lady parts, and bring strength and dignity to a medium that frequently lacks them. Besides, at this rate, by the time I’m old I will be stunningly beautiful. People will ask, “Why weren’t you in any movies and plays when you were young?” To which I will reply, “I was busy doing other things!”

Now, as to what to be when I grow up... well, I have a few ideas. ;)

Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Well, I suspect I have yet again disgraced myself through the medium of public speaking, but never mind, at least my presentation is over. The problem with this way of thinking is that I care nothing for grades and everything for the good opinion of those whose opinions are worth the earning, to borrow some phrases from Mr. Darcy. (We have broken up, it is true, but we’ll always be friends.)

On the plus side, I seem to have at last made some sort of peace with authorial intent, thanks (incredibly) to Nietzsche. How can this be, you ask? Well, my being picky about authorial intent is a lot like Nietzsche looking at the cogito and saying, that’s all very well, but really it should be “there are thoughts, ergo there is thinking”. I mean, come on.

Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: Wilde. Really, really good. So many interpretations of Platonic ideas, too, which is really interesting because I found this book in the reading room called Platonic Love, and it’s all about various theories of love, and... yeah, I’ll shut up now. But it’s quite amazing to read all this stuff about love being inspired by beauty, and then remember that poem by Emily Dickinson that I still can’t find, and think, huh.

Also, Jude Law is perfect as Bosie. Stephen Fry is magnificent. Such dignity. Orlando Bloom is pretty, in a sly rentboy sort of way, and has a bowler hat. Jennifer Ehle is so, so good. I love the part where Oscar Wilde’s mother says something like, “artists have never cared what society thought of them”, and what his wife doesn’t say is, “I’m not an artist”. SO. MUCH. LOVE right there.

I am determined more than ever to write "Wilde Birds". Some day.

Now exhausted. Bed. Still wondering why I woke up this morning muttering, “rocks, rocks”. My presentation, in case you were wondering, was not about rocks.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: Captain Blood. AHAHAHAHAHA. I have NO IDEA what era her dresses are supposed to be from, but they’re pretty.

Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: Pirates of the Caribbean: the Curse of the Black Pearl. I totally forgot how funny this movie is. Nothing in the hereafter will ever be as funny as the first one. And Will looks significantly less like an extremely attractive block of wood than he does in the sequels. His mustache improves though.

Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: Disney’s Robin Hood. AHAHAHAHA. “Seize the fat one!” is still the best line ever.

The Battle of the Psyche, or, Fiona According to Nietzsche: a Philosophical Dialogue in One Part.

ME: Now, Dionysiac, I understand that as a valid part of my psyche you need to be expressed. You feel that your voice needs to be heard. I respect that.
DIONYSIAC: Damn right.
ME: But could you please not do it quite so much while I’m trying to practice? You make everything sound like angry crap.
APOLLINE: She’s right, you know.
DIONYSIAC: Who asked you?
ME: Much as I hate to admit it, the Dionysiac has a point. You’re sort of getting out of hand here, Apolline. There’s such a thing as reacting too far in the opposite direction.
DIONYSIAC: *sticks out tongue*
APOLLINE: *grumble*
DIONYSIAC: Yeah? Well, your mom. *mumble*quailsfloatingislandwhat*mumble*
APOLLINE: Oh yeah? Well, YOUR mom. *mumble*incinerated*mumble*
ME: Could you two take this somewhere outside my head, please?
DIONYSIAC: *glare*
APOLLINE: *glare*
ME: You two are just going to have to find a way to work together. So help me, I will learn Wagner if I have to.
APOLLINE: ...
DIONYSIAC: ...
ME: ...
APOLLINE: This is going to require some serious deliberation.
DIONYSIAC: You’re absolutely right. Shall we discuss it over a drink?
APOLLINE: Rather, old chap.
DIONYSIAC: Smashing.
ME: That’s right, go have a nice little chat, become drinking buddies, and let me know what comes of it. *waves them farewell* Now that’s got rid of them for the time being, back to your regularly scheduled procrastination and mayhem. How I hate finals.

Comments

[olivia-cochrane.livejournal.com]

Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: Disney’s Robin Hood AHAHAHAHA. “Seize the fat one!” is still the best line ever.

Fantastic, fantastic movie. I've owned it for years and have never grown tired of it. Except I always fast-forward through the love song :D

"Double the taxes! TRIPLE the taxes! Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent, musical peasants."

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

I think this was the first Disney movie I ever saw. Prince John has such a great wimpy-villain voice.

[satakieli.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Though most of what I remember about that episode is cringing for Josie, I seem to have lately developed a great fondness for movies or tv shows about older actresses. Starting with Being Julia--have you seen it? More recently, though, Slings and Arrows, which you simply must seek out when you have time if you haven't already seen it, and not at all just for the older actress. It's a Canadian tv show about a Shakespeare festival, and the opening credits alone make it worth watching. Neither of these actresses is old, though, just no longer ingenue. And the more-legitimately-old Lauria in Ha'Penny, by Jo Walton, the sequel to Farthing, both of which I heartily recommend. My sister describes Farthing as an alternate-history English country house murder, which it is, and so much more... It does, however, have nothing to do with the stage, unlike Ha'Penny, which I suppose would stand alone, but is probably best read after the first one.

Oh, I'm glad to hear Wilde was good. It's been sitting in limbo halfway down my Netflix queue for the last two years, mostly because I'm afraid it won't live up to expectations.

Also, whoops. I only just realized that this entry is five months old and I had merely followed the link back. Ah well, commenting anyway.

(edited to fix incomplete ital tag)