Observational notebook stuff

Some things from the old observational notebook that was started in 2005 for Telemedia. Don't use it much anymore-- indeed, it got to the point where it was no longer required for the class-- & it's falling apart, but there are some recent things in it, & I do still look through it. So here's a few things from it, just because.

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"Silent & furious"
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DENNIS is hugging a toilet

SHERRY
Dennis, what are you doing?

DENNIS
Life sucks, Sherry.

SHERRY
Dennis... the toilet doesn't care.

(courtesy of Lauryll)
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"Don't run him over, he's from Virginia!"
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Your Gods and my Gods-- do you or I know which are stronger?

-Indian proverb
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The voice of a child, however honest & true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.

-Dumbledore
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He's gonna come back, he's gonna see that, & he's gonna kick your ass from here all the way to Massapequa.

-Josh, T3, 9/29/05
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10/17-- Rachel: What if John Proctor & Hale had babies?
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10/25-- The Flying Hamster of DOOM (on a t-shirt =P)
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I am no one's cabbage before ten in the morning. -SBP James
11/7- in italian: Non sono il cavalo di nessuno prima delle dieci di mattina.
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10/21 The Two Trees by William Butler Yeats

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
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The Hosting of the Sidhe ~W.B. Yeats

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
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11/1 @ 4:something or about 5 am
I can see so many stars, it's amazing. It's so beautiful. I found Sirius, finally. The brightest star in the sky. ...It's so dark out; these pinpricks of light are the only things in the sky that can be seen. No clouds to speak of.

...Arien is beginning to rise.
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11/2- in Georgia now (12:33 p.m. as of now)

(on the way down, saw a sign that said, "Peaches & Cream- Lemmon Farms." (ha ha.))
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11/3-
8:13 p.m.- Cities at night from high up look as if stars have fallen to the ground.
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11/4- pg 38- Dracula:
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.

From Honathan Harker's Journal
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11/8- Is there fate amongst us still, sent down from the pagan world of old, that such things must be, and in such way?

-Dr. Van Helsing, pg 114
Dracula
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11/9 (B4)- Ben: And for $20 a month, you can join mine & Mac's religion... We give you Kool-Aid.
Janna: Do you have Nikes?
me: Why does this sound like D&D club of old?
Ben: *puts finger to his lips*
Janna: Do you give us Nikes?
Ben: We have bagels.
Janna: You can't start a religion without Nikes.
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11/14- ...more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe in one unceasing radiation of gloom.
-From "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allan Poe
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From The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn:

NOTICE
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot will be shot.

BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR,
Per G.G., Chief of Ordnance.
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11/15-- From "The Masque of the Red Death"

...There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
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Nobody's nice
When you're older your heart turns to ice

-"Have You Forgotten"
-Red House Painters
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11/28/05-- Saw Goblet of Fire @ 12 am @ The Senator!!!!]

Pg 944 in 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die:

As a three-part film, The Lord of the Rings can transport viewers effortlessly to other lands where heroism, love, and sacrifice make perfect sense.
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11/19/05-- When I get a little money, I buy books. And if there is any left over, I buy food.

-Desiderius Erasmus
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11/23- You're looking at me like I've got lobsters crawling out of my ears. -Kayleigh (B3 Study hall)
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11/28-- Colin talking about having his own world or being the gov.
me: If your word was law, I'd lead the revolution.
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You think I care about your problems? This is about my problems.
-Josh, A4
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12/1- Fish gets eaten by bear. Fish dies. Bear is happy. Fish is not. -Kayleigh
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It's like being raped by words. -me to dad (why?)
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12/2 (A4, T2)-- Bynum: The most punch, the most drama.
Josh: The most Kool-Aid.
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They should fear me. I'm glorious. And a gladiator. In disguise.
-Rachel on beating people w/ her Latin book
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The Sad Shepherd W.B. Yeats (Macalaurë?)

There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend,
And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming
And humming sands, where windy surges wend:
And he called loudly to the stars to bend
From their pale thrones and comfort him, but they
Among themselves laugh on and sing alway:
And then the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Cried out, Dim sea, hear my most piteous story!
The sea swept on and cried her old cry still,
Rolling along in dreams from hill to hill.
He fled the persecution of her glory
And, in a far-off, gentle valley stopping,
Cried all his story to the dewdrops glistening.
But naught they heard, for they are always listening,
The dewdrops, for the sound of their own dropping.
And the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Sought once again the shore, and found a shell,
And thought, I will my heavy story tell
Till my own words, re-echoing, shall send
Their sadness through a hollow, pearly heart;
And my own tale again for me shall sing,
And my own whispering words be comforting,
And lo! my ancient burden may depart.
Then he sang softly nigh the pearly rim;
But the sad dweller by the sea-ways lone
Changed all he sang to inarticulate moan
Among her wildering whirls, forgetting him.
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"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," James mumbles into his elbow. "I don't care what tomorrow is. It's just as bad as today only I get to dread it first."
-part 10 (SBP)
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12/22- (dismissal)
Rachel: (coughing) I think those oil pastels are coming back up.
Maggie: (shaking her) No!
Rachel: Pardon me if I cough up a neon green.
Maggie: If you do, can I have it?
Rachel: No.
Maggie: Damn.
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Maggie told this: Cypressi is talking about the Sculpture BBQ
Cypressi: Ok, class ends in three minutes, & I'm going to go put some hot dogs on the grill.
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1/1/06-- Mom: I'm fine with a dictatorship as long as I'm the dictator. What does that make me?
Mark: A woman. (hides behind dad)
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1/5-- "--because right is right, and wrong is wrong, & a body ain't got no business doing wrong when he ain't ignorant & knows better."
-Tom Sawyer
pg 221 Huck Finn
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1/10- Kayleigh on posture:
me: So how do I stand?
Kayleigh: I don't know, I haven't looked at your pelvis lately. ...That sounds wrong.
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1/27- Non c'è peggior sordo di colui che non vuol sentire.
(There is no worse deaf person than the one who does not want to hear.)
-Italian proverb
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I should like to save the Shire, if I could-- though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them.

-Frodo, The Fellowship of the Ring
pg 96
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2/6- How does one go about resigning from the human race?
-Diana Trent, Waiting for God
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2/16- Josh: Mr. Bynum's asexual.
Bynum: (behind a desk) Hey, I'm right here.
Josh: I know. That's why I made the joke.
Bynum: Oh. Carry on.
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2/17- B4- "watching" The Day After Tomorrow

Janna: You know, you'd think somebody'd notice on the weather... "And next week the Apocalypse is coming, so get out those galoshes & good luck!" =D
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Joke Allyson made yesterday:
A mother & daughter went to the doctor's because the daughter was pregnant. The doctor asked the mother if her daughter had ever kissed a boy. She said no. The doctor asked the daughter & she said no.

The doctor went to the window & looked out. The mother asked what he was doing. He said, "Well, the last time this happened, there was a star in the east & Three Wise Men came riding up. I'm sure as hell not going to miss it this time."
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We pity him. We hate him. We fear him-- all because there is a little of him in each of us, though we admit it to ourselves only in the darkest part of the night.
-Justarius
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3/8- These blue eyes gave nothing, expected nothing. They held too much knowledge. They had seen too much in their six years-- too much sorrow, too much pain. They had looked beneath the bed and discovered that there really were monsters lurking in the shadows.
-pg 26
The Soulforge
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(DST3K) Dalamar: [God] Love the sinner, hate the sin... Love the sinner, hate the sin... Awww, damn, why should I have to work this hard? EVERYBODY can go to hell.
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3/22-

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

~J.R.R. Tolkien
(Samwise Gamgee, pg 226 of Return of the King)
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3/30- Written in the last bathroom stall in the 2nd story bathroom in the hallway where 208 is:

Who I am hates
who I've been...
-Reliant K
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4/3- pg 149, King:

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

(Éomer)
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4/25/06-- from 4/20-

Learning about advertising. Ad for sending money to poor children in Africa.
Rashad: Most of them really aren't that poor. I mean, look outside. That's what it looks like. I mean, there's the occaisional zebra running by, but it looks like this.
Ms. Shapiro: But they have problems with electricity...
Several people: So do we!
Jameel: I bet they have those same commercials over there, only switched around... "Help those poor kids in Baltimore"...
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5/3- me: My nose...
Kayleigh: You need to stroke it. It needs tender loving care.
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6/5- written on the wall by a desk in Mrs. Holmes' room:
cross
my
heart
and
HOPE TO DIE
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6/7- Holy sugar & pie, that hurt.
-Kayleigh (B3, but today it's B1)
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Ms. Craig, come back. -someone on the announcements
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6/16- "God wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts."
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8/1/06 (from 7/28) Janna (in her "angsty teen voice"): The floor is my only friend. It holds me up from the world.
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8/25-- Lauryll: I mean, I can't multitask that much, you know?
me: What? "The camels can't tax you that much"?


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Will stop here for right now, if anyone cares, before going on to the section where 12th grade started. May scan some of the pages of it...?

Lament for Théodred (Old English)
Nú on théostrum licgeth Théodred se léofa
hæ'letha holdost. Ne sceal hearpen sweg
wigend weccean; ne winfæ't gylden
guma sceal healden, ne god hafoc
geond sæ'l swingan, ne se swifta mearh
burhstede beatan. Bealocwealm hafath
fréone frecan forth onsended.
Giedd sculon singan gléomenn sorgiende
on Meduselde thæ't he manna wæ're
his dryhtne direst and maga deorost.
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Now dear Théodred lies in darkness,
most loyal of fighters. The sound of the harp shall not
wake the warrior; nor shall the man
hold a golden wine-cup, nor good hawk
swing through the hall, nor the swift horse
stamp in the courtyard. An evil death has
sent forth the noble warrior.
A song shall sing sorrowing minstrels
in Meduseld, that he was of men
dearest to his lord and bravest of kinsmen.

(æ' = "æ" with an accent) (Totally stealing Maid of Orange's thing; I am so dumb : pp)

To those protestors at the Fairie Festival

In response to the close-minded fundamentalist protestors outside of last year's & this year's May Day Fairie Festival, telling people they were going to go to hell:

From Kevin Crossley-Holland's book The Arthur Trilogy Book One: The Seeing Stone:

Chapter 15-- Nine

Merlin and Oliver often argue, and Oliver sometimes gets angry.

I walked several times round the moat with them today, and they began by agreeing that the complete and flawless number is nine. But then they disagreed why. "The reason, Merlin," said Oliver, "is perfectly obvious. Lord God is our Father. He is the Son and he is the Holy Ghost. Three-in-one and one-in-three."

"And three equals nine," said Merlin.

"No, Merlin! Three does not equal nine."

Merlin waved his hands impatiently. "Constipatus!" he muttered.

Oliver took no notice. "Three is the divine number, and three-fold three is nine," he went on. "So nine is the flawless number. Quod erat demonstrandum."

"I get the idea," said Merlin.

"You get..." snapped Oliver, and he blocked one nostril with his right forefinger and blew snot from the other onto the ground.

"I'll tell you nine," said Merlin quietly. "The nine spirits, each with a bottomless chalice..."

"That is blasphemy!" said Oliver loudly.

"Nothing of the kind," replied Merlin.

"Do you deny Christ?"

"Not for one moment," said Merlin.

"It's as well for you," said Oliver.

"Are you threatening me?" asked Merlin.

Oliver glared at Merlin. "Your own tongue is your enemy," he said.

"My tongue is my servant."

"And it often leads you into mortal danger. There is no room in the house of Christ for nine spirits."

"One person sips from the chalice of poetry," continued Merlin, "and shapes poems for us. Another person sips from the chalice of song, and delights us."

"Cow dung!" shouted Oliver. "A load of cow dung! And you know it!" And he turned his back on us, and flounced off.

"Who are the other spirits?" I asked.

"I will tell you," said Merlin, "in a little while and soon. In the meantime, you must find your number."

"What do you mean?"

"Each of us is born under one star, and it guides us. In each of us, one element is most powerful. Each of us is true to one number, and it is time for you to find it."

woah

Haven't posted in this for a long time. And am not feeling well right now, though did just get back from a field trip to Washington DC which was ok-- went to the National Gallery & the Hirshorn. People were giving us odd looks before we even got off the bus.

Following written 4/17/07 1:53 a.m.:

The main thing recently, though, has been that I have begun to read Anne Rice. About two weeks ago, we were at a Goodwill & in looking through the books, saw Interview With the Vampire. Have always wondered what reading an Anne Rice book would be like, chiefly due to memories of "Lady Minty's" customs back in the days when the online MLP community was thriving: Lestat (or 'Stat)-pony, Nicki-pony, & Louis-pony. She stated what they were from, & so that's what I've always thought of, seeing an Anne Rice book. Of course I'd also heard things about them; think father once said he's read them. This was the chief reason I left the book on the shelf: Didn't want the parentals to know.

But got in line & thought would regret not getting it, & so made an excuse of wanting to "check something." Everyone else went out to the car; went back, grabbed the book, & bought it for fifty cents. And read it in three or four days.

It's hackneyed, but I couldn't put it down. It was written so well & it seemed elegant, even the gruesome (sp) parts. It's difficult to explain, aside from saying, "I really liked it." The end made me go, "What-- the--hell?" It kept me from painting. I finished it when I was supposed to be doing a painting assignment. Felt stupid, but just had to find out how it ended. People complain about Louis' whining, but I found it easy to read. And Louis' "whining" didn't bother me at all; in fact, sometimes he said something that made me say, "Exactly!" It was dark, elaborate, & elegant, & there were definitely moments of suspense. And when Lestat comes back from the swamp & Louis & Claudia see him & the fledgling outside-- that was creepy. And interesting to note how Lestat's character changes during the course of the novel.

And, of course, just had to get the next one.

A little more than a week after buying Interview, was able to go out to Borders & found The Vampire Lestat. It was about $8.36 when all was paid, & felt, admittedly, slightly foolish. But it was what I did Spring Break, which was a huge disappointment. It took longer to finish, though-- only just finished it.

One reason: Despite the fact I like to read, Spring Break drove me crazy by keeping me home all the time. There was nothing to do even when there was something to do. It's also a slightly different style-- of course, it is Lestat here & not Louis telling the story. That came across clearly. The other fact was that it just seemed a bit more adventure-oriented (though I do like adventures, do not get me wrong). Interview seemed more subtle, even in its moments of action. Lestat had an almost reckless air to it & more action than thought (this makes no sense). Lestat terrifying the theatregoers felt a little lacking, though his perception of Nicolas' feelings was not. The corpses he finds in Magnus' tower is one of those moments where the elegance shows again, even in the more disturbing images & circumstances. Lestat's realization of the "nothingness" made me feel sad, & Nicki was sad, as well.

But the story of Marius-- eh. First off, there are many discrepencies (sp) with the Celts as they are portrayed. The Celts had ceased to practice human sacrifice long before more "civilized" people-- ie the Romans-- & the whole 'wickerman" thing has been proved a myth. And felt uncomfortable with the idea of "the Mother and the Father"-- Akasha & Enkil. Don't know why, but the whole explanantion was a little disquieting (word?). And it just didn't have the feel to it, the kind Interview had to it, of grotesque elegance & sadness to it. But then again, myabe that is Louis & Lestat, ever the rebel, is more straightforward. But the thing is, the beginning had something of that feeling, as did some other parts throughout the novel. Like I said before, Nicki's madness & despair was extremely sad, & Lestat's feeling of there being just nothing conveyed the terror. But some parts didn't have that kind of feeling.

"Dionysus..." was priceless. First, Louis doesn't hate Lestat (?!), then there's that mad performance & Gabrielle swings in out of nowhere-- talk about a hell of a reunion! And the open-ended, cliffhanger ending...

Of course, it also makes it feel difficult to reread Interview. Because, while Louis by the end makes it clear he feels no malice towards Lestat, there's still a feeling of distance & misunderstanding. In Lestat at the end, Louis & Lestat are more buddy than ever before. It's not that I'm adverse to it, it just seems like rereading Interview will be odd now.

It's also one of those "action scenes." I liked it a lot, but at the same time, it felt out of place. There's a chase scene, the Porsche explodes; it feels odd but exciting at the same time. Here are our vampires suddenly in action mode. There's something subtly uncomfortable & wrong with that, while at the same time it's exciting & almost kind of funny. Lestat, Louis, & Gabrielle: Action Heros! (I cannot spell that word; pathetic.) It's so difficult to explain, yet that feeling can be applied to almost the whole book. There;s something too bright that makes it not fit quite right with the darkness of Interview-- reminiscent of what Nicolas said about the "light" in Lestat, & then Lestat comparing Nicki & Louis' temperaments. Really, between Lestat & Louis, I "identify" (ugh, that word & phrase) more with Louis, especially in Interview, because by the end of Lestat, though any bitterness of not wanting to be a vampire seems to be gone, there is still the feeling of guilt (when Louis mentions his victims). It's an odd feeling that hard to describe.

Oh, but Gabrielle is brilliant. Wasn't quite sure what to think of her for a while-- mother/lover, WTF-- but the image of her in safari clothes driving a Porsche at breakneck speed & generally just seeming tomboyish is brilliant.

Have to go. Pardon any typos.

Et in Arcadia ego

So instead of this being a rather dull "blog"...

Finished reading Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited a while ago. It seemed a little slow at first, but once the story gets going, it becomes very interesting. If you read the reviews of it on Amazon, everyone pretty much gives the same, yet fairly accurate story synopsis. The majority of the story, with the exception of the Prologue & Epilogue, is set in the past; the Prologue & Epilogue are set during World War II, when Charles Ryder is a captain & ends up returning to Brideshead, a place he visited years ago when he was just a student at Oxford & he met Sebastian Flyte by way of Sebastian throwing up through his window.

Sebastian is from a wealthy family who owns the estate at Brideshead; he himself seems very eccentric, carrying around his teddy bear, Aloysius, & referring to him as if he were a person. He is also, as Anthony Blanche puts it (in trying to get Charles to turn against Sebastian), very charming, as is the rest of his family, who Sebastian won't let Charles meet. He eventually does, however, & Sebastian's life takes a drastic turn & he becomes an alcoholic. Charles & Sebastian both eventually go their own ways, but both leave Brideshead; Charles vows never to return.

Years later, Charles is married with children, but is unhappy in his marriage. he is also an architectural painter, & when coming back to England from a trip to South America, he meets Sebastian's sister, Julia, on the ocean liner for the return trip. Each eventually begins an affair with the other; Charles does eventually divorce his wife, but Julia is more reluctant because of her Catholic upbringing. They return to Brideshead, as does the youngest Flyte daughter, Cordelia, who tells Charles that Sebastian is living with monks as a sort of janitor (or something like that), & still drinks. Meanwhile, their father-- their mother died shortly after Sebastian ran off & after Charles left Brideshead-- returns from Venice with his mistress, where he has lived for years due to his hate for his wife, but he is weak & dying. Charles & Julia's relationship is rocky, especially when it comes to Lord Marchmain (the father) receiving last rites. Throughout the novel, the agnostic Charles rails against the Flyte's religion (he says to Sebastian at one point, "You can't believe all that," after asking him if the church tried to get them to believe "a lot of nonsesne"), even up to this point. Julia still sends for the Father when her father lays dying, & even Charles ends up praying, & Lord Marchmain crosses himself.

In the end, Julia decides she cannot marry Charles, & he leaves Brideshead once more, only to return a few years later in a state of disgrace, but still full of nostalgia.

And it's written so well. Other people speak of "Waugh's prose," even though it's not a poem. The narrative seems to flow because of how it's written, & it also really takes the reader from those carefree days when Charles felt he was close to a sort of heaven to the eventual decay of that Arcadia. It's really very sad to see Sebastian go from an outgoing kind of person to a depressed drunkard.

And religion obviously plays a large role in the story, chiefly because Waugh converted (& the Epilogue implies that Charles may have, as well). But one reviewer mentioned that it seems like religion is the main cause of the Flyte's sorrows. One said Sebastian became an alcoholic because he was homosexual, but I didn't get that at all. His & Charles' relationship was extremely well handled so that it could be taken either way, really. But it seemed to me that he became an alcoholic because of his family; whenever he had to stay at Brideshead, he always went & found ways of procuring alcohol, & then they tried to use other people to tie him down & act the way they wanted him to. And Charles snaps at Sebastian's older brother, Brideshead (whom is sometimes called Bridey), that maybe without their religion, Sebastian may have a chance at being a happy & healthy man. The pious Bridey, however, seems to take little or no notice. It seems strange, maybe like a paradox, how while religion seems to mess with all the characters, it also acts as something that many of them cling to.

And I agree a lot with Cordelia when she said that modern art is all bosh, because so much of it is. Bosh, that is.

Am apparently being kicked off the computer.

Skirts

I actually don't really like wearing skirts, but found some that I actually like.

First being the skirt Kari wears in the episode with the myth of being carried away by balloons. Second, this skirt from Hot Topic, and this one, but really because I like the tights or whatever they are.

That is all. ;)

So...

...I ask the general public, how much worse can this year get?

Drawing/Painting III is fine. But I am stuck in a Telemedia 1 class until January, & looking at the people in it, I wondered why they were in the class. Some of them looked like it was just another art credit, & they didn't really care about it at all. It was completely out of character for a Telemedia class. Even back when Shapiro was teaching, it didn't feel like it did today.

And now, I supposedly have release time A4 and B4. Not amused. Went to see if maybe I could just sit around with the Studio people. But since they were in the middle of a critique, Giordano merely said, "You have to go around," & then promptly ignored me.

To be blunt, I was pissed off. He himself said anyone who didn't get into Studio had the option of coming up & sitting around if they were able. But what really pissed me off was the blatant disregard. I'm not in Studio, so fuck me, I suppose. And I saw people in Studio who, honestly, I never liked their art or their attitudes.

GO CARVER RESPECT!!!!!1111!!1!1

I am so sick of Giordano, of this stupid school. Oh, yes, I'm glad I'm not in Woodlawn, but Carver has never been anything "special" for me.

I feel somewhat ill. Think I ate dinner faster than would normally be advised.

And DeviantART thinks it's cute to upload at a snail's pace.

The funny thing is, I remember in D/P II, he let people walk in front of our critiques all the time. But then again, we were ickle sophomores. And besides, Carver is full of teachers who think their class is the most important class in the world & God forbid that any sort of interference should occur that would keep you from their most important class!

The best thing that happened today was when I was flipping through the September issue of Elle-- which I really would like, but I'm currently broke; do they have back issues one could order?-- & there's a whole page filled with mediaeval-esque things, like stills from a Robin Hood movie, Joan of Arc, &... two Waterhouse paintings. If I was a more outgoing person, I would've shrieked. It was Marianne (?) Leaving the Judgement Seat of Herod & Soul of the Rose.

So I really want that magazine. For other reasons, but that kind of cinched it. The September Vogue, too. I don't hold with Marie Antoinette-- if she hadn't been so spoiled, she wouldn't have literally lost her head-- & I would never wear frilly things like designers are now coming out with, but I like looking at the pictures of it. Especially because of the colors. But I did the math, & if I were able to get both magazines-- probably impossible-- it would cost almost $9.

I really can be very greedy.

...But right now, I am really annoyed at DA. Since it's not the computer's fault.

And it rained again today, which was nice, I guess. Wasn't really aware of it today.

And R.I.P. Steve Irwin.
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music: Lullabye for a Stormy Night-- Vienna Teng