Books! Movies! And Only One More Final!
Jun. 10th, 2008 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerWe tried studying in the library last night.
Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. Way too many distractions—Veni kept seeing people she knew, Dorothea had her iPod, and I found this book called Glorious Eccentrics which has these mini-biographies of female artists and writers.
This is a book with real joie de vivre. You can just hear the author (Mary Ann Cawes) sitting at her typewriter (it’s a typewriter kind of book) ululating with joy whenever she scrawled a new marvelous fact into one of the stories—the biographies really do read like stories, because of the madcap style and because the women chosen are just so—well, eccentric.
One of them, Judith Gautier, once struck up a correspondence entirely in Egyptian hieroglyphs. How cool would it be to write letters in hieroglyphs—never mind I don’t know Egyptian or hieroglyphs—how unbelievably cool would that be?
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In other news, I now have a Netflix account. It is very exciting.
I have ordered Casablanca and Wonderfalls and I Was a Male War Bride (it has Cary Grant. Anything with Cary Grant is worth it just for the Cary Grant). Also Sense and Sensibility. And Echanted. And To Be Or Not to Be, which was directed by Ernst Lubitsch, who is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
Oh, and! A classic Soviet children’s propaganda movie called Old Khottabych about a genie who gets let out his magic lamp and offers a little Soviet boy gold, except the boy doesn’t want it, and then he introduces the genie to the awesomeness that is the USSR, land of peace! prosperity! and ice cream!
This is a great investment.
Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. Way too many distractions—Veni kept seeing people she knew, Dorothea had her iPod, and I found this book called Glorious Eccentrics which has these mini-biographies of female artists and writers.
This is a book with real joie de vivre. You can just hear the author (Mary Ann Cawes) sitting at her typewriter (it’s a typewriter kind of book) ululating with joy whenever she scrawled a new marvelous fact into one of the stories—the biographies really do read like stories, because of the madcap style and because the women chosen are just so—well, eccentric.
One of them, Judith Gautier, once struck up a correspondence entirely in Egyptian hieroglyphs. How cool would it be to write letters in hieroglyphs—never mind I don’t know Egyptian or hieroglyphs—how unbelievably cool would that be?
***
In other news, I now have a Netflix account. It is very exciting.
I have ordered Casablanca and Wonderfalls and I Was a Male War Bride (it has Cary Grant. Anything with Cary Grant is worth it just for the Cary Grant). Also Sense and Sensibility. And Echanted. And To Be Or Not to Be, which was directed by Ernst Lubitsch, who is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
Oh, and! A classic Soviet children’s propaganda movie called Old Khottabych about a genie who gets let out his magic lamp and offers a little Soviet boy gold, except the boy doesn’t want it, and then he introduces the genie to the awesomeness that is the USSR, land of peace! prosperity! and ice cream!
This is a great investment.
