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eredienI'm sick. The decongestants that Irina helpfully loaned me the other day are just now wearing off - before I'm about to head off to sleep, of course. And now my ears and sinuses hurt, too. Dao Yin, maybe, might help - it's kind of like Tai Chi but all massage-like - but I am so tired.....
I packed up about half my room today and am hoping to get the other half (excluding the computer, which I am packing Saturday morning) tomorrow. The posters are off the wall. The books and little doohickeys are off all the shelves. The little chinese paper lanterns over the window are gone, and I just finished cleaning out my Bryn Mawr lantern and putting it away.
My room looks bleak.
Actually looking forward, kind of, to going home. Good news: I'll be there for about a week and a half before I go back to BMC, long enough to remember why I love my family and not long enough (I hope) to be significantly annoyed at them for any length of time. I will get to see friends and stuff. Bad news: I have to schlep my stuff back in one and a half weeks and unpack it all again. There's not any on-campus storage. However, this is made up for by the news that not only do I not have to live in the smoking dorm over the summer (this is a big relief) but also by the fact that there will be Russian Language Summer Institute program students there, so I can talk to them, and also about 25 exchange students from Japan, which is going to be cool. I hope that maybe I will be able to pick up a little Japanese..."a little" being more than the approximately 20 random words I already know, some of those inappropriate for family consumption.
Saw two kickass movies in two days. Basquiat is a biography in film of Jean-Michel Basquiat, a troubled modernist painter who died in the late 80's. It is a great movie, although not one to watch if one is depressed, I don't think. I went and looked up some of his paintings today at work (I work in a slide library, so we have that kind of stuff) and they were interesting but not really my taste, I don't think. David Bowie plays Andy Warhol. Though I knew this before I started watching, we were 9/10ths of the way through the movie before it hit me...I was constantly under the impression that Andy Warhol was playing himself. Bowie was that good.
And then tonight I saw the 1935 version of Les Miserables. It was black and white, but that gave the director a good idea - he used shadows and greyscales to his advantage to get some great shots. And the movie itself was wonderful, and wasn't really dated, though I wish that Cosette had been a little more realistic - you could see where she paused, in one scene, and then started crying. I haven't finished reading the book, but from what I have read so far it held pretty true. And then we heard a great reading (courtesy of my friend Will from Swat) of this great poem about why they shouldn't make a movie of the Illiad, which summed up the really genuinely nice night.
And speaking of night. I need sleep.
I packed up about half my room today and am hoping to get the other half (excluding the computer, which I am packing Saturday morning) tomorrow. The posters are off the wall. The books and little doohickeys are off all the shelves. The little chinese paper lanterns over the window are gone, and I just finished cleaning out my Bryn Mawr lantern and putting it away.
My room looks bleak.
Actually looking forward, kind of, to going home. Good news: I'll be there for about a week and a half before I go back to BMC, long enough to remember why I love my family and not long enough (I hope) to be significantly annoyed at them for any length of time. I will get to see friends and stuff. Bad news: I have to schlep my stuff back in one and a half weeks and unpack it all again. There's not any on-campus storage. However, this is made up for by the news that not only do I not have to live in the smoking dorm over the summer (this is a big relief) but also by the fact that there will be Russian Language Summer Institute program students there, so I can talk to them, and also about 25 exchange students from Japan, which is going to be cool. I hope that maybe I will be able to pick up a little Japanese..."a little" being more than the approximately 20 random words I already know, some of those inappropriate for family consumption.
Saw two kickass movies in two days. Basquiat is a biography in film of Jean-Michel Basquiat, a troubled modernist painter who died in the late 80's. It is a great movie, although not one to watch if one is depressed, I don't think. I went and looked up some of his paintings today at work (I work in a slide library, so we have that kind of stuff) and they were interesting but not really my taste, I don't think. David Bowie plays Andy Warhol. Though I knew this before I started watching, we were 9/10ths of the way through the movie before it hit me...I was constantly under the impression that Andy Warhol was playing himself. Bowie was that good.
And then tonight I saw the 1935 version of Les Miserables. It was black and white, but that gave the director a good idea - he used shadows and greyscales to his advantage to get some great shots. And the movie itself was wonderful, and wasn't really dated, though I wish that Cosette had been a little more realistic - you could see where she paused, in one scene, and then started crying. I haven't finished reading the book, but from what I have read so far it held pretty true. And then we heard a great reading (courtesy of my friend Will from Swat) of this great poem about why they shouldn't make a movie of the Illiad, which summed up the really genuinely nice night.
And speaking of night. I need sleep.
poem
20/5/02 06:37 (UTC)-Dyrne