Wrapping up my week
Jun. 27th, 2003 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowI've been focused and organized and productive this week. It's terrifying. My boss, whom I adore and has been both a mentor and a role model to me is moving and wants to sell her part of the business. It should be incentive for me to actively search out a new job, but is instead just making me sad. I'm afraid that no one else will pay me to write fulltime again and I just hate the idea of having to give up that identity.
In the world of random associations, I had forgotten that Anthony Minghella directed Truly, Madly, Deeply, which is only ironic because him directing The English Patient was what made me want to see the film because I had loved Truly, Madly, Deeply so much . I liked all of the actors in The English Patient, but I had read the book long before the rights were sold, and loved it, and it was so visual in a very literary sense that I wasn't sure how they could transform it into a film and still have that same impact.
For some reason - largely, I'm suspecting due to my total unwillingness to go to church, or pay attention once I was there, I had a very different sense of how the word Gethsemene was pronounced (my awareness of this word being largely attributed to The X-Files title). Richard Thompson's newest CD, Old Kit Bag, begins with a song with that title. It doesn't sound at all like I thought it would, and for some reason that really bothers me. It changes my whole perception of the word and what it means.
The power of fandom is overwhelming and I am now itching to purchase the new Harry Potter. My room is covered, literally covered in books. I don't need more books. I'm no longer a child, I do have some impulse control and can wait to read this. Who am I kidding? I'm a sheep, easily lead, and if I get off early, I will undoubtedly buy the book.
It is horribly warm here, as it seems to be everywhere, and my question, after struggling through a Krav Maga Level 1 class last night is how the hell do people who live in countries with extreme temperatures work up the energy to hate each other, let alone the energy to put that hatred into action. I would thinking bonding over the awfulness of the climate would bring people together. Yes, I know that sounds callous, and naive, and superficial, I do know better, but my desire to kick someone's ass last night was at an all time low. I barely made it through the class, even though we got to do roundhouse kicks which always produce the most satisfying impact imaginable.
In the world of random associations, I had forgotten that Anthony Minghella directed Truly, Madly, Deeply, which is only ironic because him directing The English Patient was what made me want to see the film because I had loved Truly, Madly, Deeply so much . I liked all of the actors in The English Patient, but I had read the book long before the rights were sold, and loved it, and it was so visual in a very literary sense that I wasn't sure how they could transform it into a film and still have that same impact.
For some reason - largely, I'm suspecting due to my total unwillingness to go to church, or pay attention once I was there, I had a very different sense of how the word Gethsemene was pronounced (my awareness of this word being largely attributed to The X-Files title). Richard Thompson's newest CD, Old Kit Bag, begins with a song with that title. It doesn't sound at all like I thought it would, and for some reason that really bothers me. It changes my whole perception of the word and what it means.
The power of fandom is overwhelming and I am now itching to purchase the new Harry Potter. My room is covered, literally covered in books. I don't need more books. I'm no longer a child, I do have some impulse control and can wait to read this. Who am I kidding? I'm a sheep, easily lead, and if I get off early, I will undoubtedly buy the book.
It is horribly warm here, as it seems to be everywhere, and my question, after struggling through a Krav Maga Level 1 class last night is how the hell do people who live in countries with extreme temperatures work up the energy to hate each other, let alone the energy to put that hatred into action. I would thinking bonding over the awfulness of the climate would bring people together. Yes, I know that sounds callous, and naive, and superficial, I do know better, but my desire to kick someone's ass last night was at an all time low. I barely made it through the class, even though we got to do roundhouse kicks which always produce the most satisfying impact imaginable.
