There was a time when I only cried at the occasional scene from the occasional movie. Today a group of 6s were in the library watching the Pixar/Disney animated film Coco (2017). I was fine until a particular part of the movie and suddenly them oculars were gushing. I don't want to spoil it for the two or three people who read my blog but the scene got me thinking about my Dad. This explains the waterworks, doesn't it?
I wonder if I will ever get past that feeling of loss? Probably not. Any movie or show that makes me think of Dad has a chance of making my cry. Hard to believe that it has been a year and a bit since he passed. Elsewhere, Spring Break starts officially Monday but I am off starting today. I am reading a book from the Czech Republic which was translated into English. A pretty good book about... hmm. Hard to say what it is about but it is pretty good.
So, that is about all for me. The next time I post it will be April or May.
BYE.
Friday, March 23, 2018
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Old. So old....
Okay. Not really. In another couple of years I will cross into truly methuselan realms but for now, I'm merely dangling on the razor's edge. I went to get my eyes checked today and all is well with them oculars. Well, at least for a few more years. Then Darth Presbyopia will pay its first of many visits and leave me with reading glasses and wondering where I left'em.
My foray into Beckett stuff continues with 'Dream of fair to middling women'. So the story with this book is that Beckett wrote it in a white-hot streak while a young man and had the devil's time to get it published. Eventually he said "Bugger them! If they really want to read it, they won't get their chance until I'm worm food!" Then he passed in 1989 and this book got published three years later.
I am more than halfway through this book and I have a few thoughts so far. Beckett wanted to emulate James Joyce when he wrote this so some confusion is acceptable. I also get a bit of Sterne while I'm reading this book. Tristram Shandy and his kin would have been a snug fit in Belacqua's world. But the strongest vibe I get hails from poor old Salvatore in Umberto Eco's 'Name of the rose'. Beckett calls upon so many languages it makes the head spin. The polymath Salvatore would have appreciated Belacqua's narration, I suspect.
I will continue to read 'Dream of fair to middling women' and probably end up giving it a fair to middling rating.
Now for some ghostly shenanigans.
In the summer one goes roaming
In the morning one does dining.
My foray into Beckett stuff continues with 'Dream of fair to middling women'. So the story with this book is that Beckett wrote it in a white-hot streak while a young man and had the devil's time to get it published. Eventually he said "Bugger them! If they really want to read it, they won't get their chance until I'm worm food!" Then he passed in 1989 and this book got published three years later.
I am more than halfway through this book and I have a few thoughts so far. Beckett wanted to emulate James Joyce when he wrote this so some confusion is acceptable. I also get a bit of Sterne while I'm reading this book. Tristram Shandy and his kin would have been a snug fit in Belacqua's world. But the strongest vibe I get hails from poor old Salvatore in Umberto Eco's 'Name of the rose'. Beckett calls upon so many languages it makes the head spin. The polymath Salvatore would have appreciated Belacqua's narration, I suspect.
I will continue to read 'Dream of fair to middling women' and probably end up giving it a fair to middling rating.
Now for some ghostly shenanigans.
In the morning one does dining.
Friday, March 9, 2018
Business of Beckett and birthday
Just posting one picture today. A lovely pre-dawn scene.
Meanwhile, my obsession with Samuel Beckett continues. Blame Applemask if you want to blame anyone. If it had not been for him I would have never discovered Rockaby or NotI. I have never read or watching anything related to 'Waiting for Godot'. Maybe someday I will make that foray but for now I am happily reading 'Damned to fame' by Beckett's biographer James Knowlson.
I first came across Knowlson's work in 'Remembering Beckett; Beckett remembering'. 'Damned to fame' was mentioned a fair bit so I decided to give the main work a spin. I also checked out 'Dreams of fair to middling women' but have yet to read it.
So my birthday is this Monday. Weird thought this; being 38 and all. Makes all of my xtendeds feel old. :D Anyway, I of course have NO idea what I want for my birthday. Par for the course. I guess I should get back to reading.
BYE.
Meanwhile, my obsession with Samuel Beckett continues. Blame Applemask if you want to blame anyone. If it had not been for him I would have never discovered Rockaby or NotI. I have never read or watching anything related to 'Waiting for Godot'. Maybe someday I will make that foray but for now I am happily reading 'Damned to fame' by Beckett's biographer James Knowlson.
I first came across Knowlson's work in 'Remembering Beckett; Beckett remembering'. 'Damned to fame' was mentioned a fair bit so I decided to give the main work a spin. I also checked out 'Dreams of fair to middling women' but have yet to read it.
So my birthday is this Monday. Weird thought this; being 38 and all. Makes all of my xtendeds feel old. :D Anyway, I of course have NO idea what I want for my birthday. Par for the course. I guess I should get back to reading.
BYE.
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