Month: September 2010

A redoubling of efforts.

It’s been 18 days since I started my two-posts-per-day regimen. The good news is that I have posted 41 new posts since that time. The bad news is I am just now tip-toeing out of May.There are roughly 3 weeks until PSU school starts, and I want to be within a month of present day at that point. I need to be to August 29 or further. So I’m going to strive for four posts done per day. If I can do that, there will be 88 new posts published and we will hopefully be into September. Right?

Ugh! Never again will I get so behind.

10/3 note (date I’m actually hitting the “publish post” button): Hey! According to this blog post, I met my goal! Good job me!

Three sentence movie reviews: Happy-go-lucky.


I was uncomfortable during most of this movie, first because the main character is so cheery-weird that it is off putting. Then, the escalation of the oddness of the driving instructor combined with the cheery-weirdness of the main character was very jarring. I’m sure that was all the point, and I was engrossed the whole time, but I felt exhausted by the time the movie was over.

Then, I got to feel uncomfortable all over again because my domestic violence cousnselor boyfriend disagreed quite emphatically with the main character’s choice. Geez.

http://www.impawards.com/2008/happy_go_lucky.html

Three sentence movie reviews: Four Weddings and a Funeral


Matt and I watched this in celebration of the four weddings (and no funerals) we attended this summer. Matt had seen it long ago on a bad date and he enjoyed it much more this time. I remembered how delightful this was, but I had forgotten how funny it is.

poster from: http://www.impawards.com/1994/four_weddings_and_a_funeral_ver2.html

Poem for August: Stop all the clocks.

Stop All the Clocks
WH Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

All these weddings I’ve been to this year had me thinking about the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral. Which got me to thinking about this poem.

You can see that scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_a-eXIoyYA) if you want to hear a good Irish Accented version. John Hannah blows my version away.

This was simple to memorize, which was partially why I chose it for August, a month where I spent the majority not going to work and thus missing my prime memorizing time of the walk to the train and back.