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23 October 2009 @ 06:35 pm
various mental meanderings  
1. Went to the bookstore yesterday: the local's having its members' sale soon, which requires me to stake out the place and figure out what I want ahead of time, because it'll be too crowded on the day for serious, comfortable browsing. (Set aside the fact that I do not need any more books, have no place to put them, and have not yet read all the books I bought at last year's sale. In fact one of them, Ad Infinitum, is tragically missing and I have been wanting to read it for weeks, woes, because I miss Latin and do not actually have time to re-teach it to myself, so this is next best? Not being able to find the books I own is a clear sign that I do not need any more books.) Anyway, someone I know touched my arm while I was gazing at the remainders, and I had no idea he was even there. It's a little worrisome, how unaware of my surroundings I am while book browsing.

2. Related: I really miss just getting to learn things, instead of always reading for a purpose. This is silly, given that my ostensible job is "perpetual student," but it is true.

3. Not at all related: I started watching Due South a disc at a time from Netflix. Two discs into the first season, I have learned the following: I have a very high tolerance for watching Paul Gross climb out of windows while dressed as a Mountie (seriously, I could do it all day); and someone really likes making Paul Gross talk to ghosts. Incidentally, there was also surprise!Mark Ruffalo and surprise!Ryan Phillippe, so that was amusing.

4. Not related to any of the above: I have lost my youthful vitality. I know this because Dead Poets' Society was on last night, just at the bit where Keating gets the boys to tear out the introductions of their poetry textbooks, and all I could think, horrified, was "I bet those books are school property! What about all the students who'll need to use them next year?" So not the point. Also, gracious, but Robert Sean Leonard looks young in that movie.

5. A sentence from my journal that is fairly incomprehensible out of context: "Nothing says 'college nostalgia' like songs about crows pecking out dead men's eyes."
Cristin Terrill: bookscristin_terrill on October 23rd, 2009 10:56 pm (UTC)
Also, gracious, but Robert Sean Leonard looks young in that movie.

Word. Robert Sean Leonard got old overnight. When I saw him in Long Day's Journey Into Night, he still looked about twelve and then the next year he was an old man on House. Also, I misred Neil Perry's character for years because RSL just had to sweet and sensitive an air about him when he was younger for me to get how much Neil was the alpha dog of the group. (See also: Edmund, in Long Day's Journey Into Night).
tempestsarekind: books and flowerstempestsarekind on October 23rd, 2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
I know what you mean about RSL, and I think I had the same problem with that film and how I saw Neil. Plus I still think they gave him an ending that's not really suited to the take-charge, buoyant character that Neil actually *is*.
the_merope on October 24th, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)
I remember falling utterly in love with Mr Keating, when I watched the movie for the first time. So much so that I even wrote a thinly veiled autobiographical story with myself in the part of Robert Sean Leonard's character. Who commits suicide in much the same mood that he does, leaving behind extremely regretful parents and family. I thought it was terribly moving, and that I must be a tragic heroine at heart, if I could imagine myself as such! The last time I watched it, it sort of fell flat. Most disappointing. The only thing that I coninued to love about it as much as I ever did was Ethan Hawke's character. And I liked Nuwanda rather better than before!
tempestsarekind: cheveril glovetempestsarekind on October 24th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
I actually haven't seen the film all the way through since high school, precisely *because* I'm not sure how it would play to me today. (Especially after the other evening's outburst about textbooks! Definitely not in the proper romantic spirit.)

All of my thinly veiled autobiographical stories were about girls who found best friends. Clearly this was a major concern of mine for many years!
A.J. Odasso: Boatajodasso on October 24th, 2009 08:08 pm (UTC)
Although I'm in my third year of teaching and nearly finished with my Ph.D., I still have a healthy disrespect for textbooks that don't belong to me. I was copying a piece of criticism out of NATC last week, and the photocopier stalled out on me with two pages left to go. I admitted to briefly considering just tearing them out and absconding with them ;)
tempestsarekind: books and flowerstempestsarekind on October 24th, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
I'd feel guilty if I ever did something like that! My brain tends to invent these ridiculously sad narratives about people checking out books in desperate circumstances (the night before a paper's due, say), only to find that part of the chapter they need is missing... I don't think I'm precious about my own books, and have gotten less so over the years, but other people's books still engender a fair amount of reverence. :)