And I have learned that even land-locked lovers yearn/ For the sea like Navy men

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So. Bored. I am not the least bit excited about HBP or DH, which is unusual.

Started reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, HBP, and Lois McMaster Bujold's A Civil Campaign and can’t get into any of them. I fear that I sympathize rather more with Edna St Vincent Millay than with Oscar Wilde on the topic of beauty. Now, if only I could find the text of that sonnet online. I finally found it in the library, but didn’t want to have to carry it back...


To celebrate the 4th, I slept in (I have not been able to do this in months), dithered around, went to Santa Monica to buy more Mineral Veil, and was told by the salesman that I was “absolutely gorgeous, if I don’t mind his saying so, and would I be interested in signing up for this event next month in which Sephora is looking for a new model?” I told him I didn't mind. I will be out of town, naturally.

Invariably the people who tell me I'm gorgeous are trying to sell me something. Oh well. Luckily I normally share Edna St Vincent Millay's opinion on beauty in That One Sonnet, rather than, for example, Plato's or Oscar Wilde's.

I also bought pie, and missed you terribly.

Ye Olde Movie Reviewes:
On Guard. Eh. Could have been better. I was definitely weirded out by the Twu Wuv. Another case of "they should have let whoever wrote the blurb write the screenplay too". Although it was in French, so maybe not.

Mutiny on the Bounty. Clark Gable sure is dashing. ...Oh, right, review. Pretty good.

In the Mood for Love. Very slow, very quiet, very beautiful. Now I really want to watch Hero, my favorite of these recent lavish Chinese movies. Oddly enough I have no plot problems with Hero whatsoever. I love that movie.

Ye Olde Miniseryes Reviewe: Brideshead Revisited, Ep. 1&2. What’s not to love? No, seriously, WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE? Anthony Andrews lugging the teddy bear around just about killed me from squee.

Piano not going so well.

Friday, July 6, 2007
Piano slightly better, although I am heartily sick of Grieg’s “In the Hall of the Mountain King” and my fingers are tired. I had quite forgotten how difficult beginning an instrument is. I wonder that I stuck to it at the age of five. It seems to me that there is a little lost as well as much gained, lo these many years. Clearly patience is in the former category.

So, should I go to Hollywood tomorrow and laugh/gawk/throw myself at people at the OotP premiere?

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If you can manage to keep going through Dorian Gray, it will pay off, I promise. If you haven't read it before, that is, or know what happens. But even if you do know... I can still remember finishing that book. It's incredible; worthy of Edgar Allan Poe. It electrified me down to my toes, and I never forgot it. I wrote a paper senior year of high school comparing it with Portrait of a Lady, and that was the most fun I ever had writing a paper.

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Well then, I shall persevere.