Activity Being Procrastinated: napping
Music In My Head: Andrew Bird’s untitled song from TEDtalks
Tea: Love Tea #7
Books Being Read: The Golden Compass
Yes, I’m procrastinating a nap. As I’m sure my parents will confirm, I’ve never liked sleeping. There are always better things to do. But with the time change, I’m up at 5 a.m. to teach the Chinese kids, and that means the poor Canadian sot who gets the 8-9 p.m. slot often finds me at the end of my rope. Which isn’t a problem if the students before them have been reasonable, and they themselves are also reasonable.
My students are rarely reasonable.
I’ll go sleep in a bit. But for now, I’m playing the Andrew Bird song on repeat. This summer, Mississauga finally finished Celebration Square, which I have to walk through to get to the library. I’m not terribly moved by the square itself, and am particularly annoyed by the extra-large video screens that constantly play movies, etc. But last night, I walked out into cool darkness – already in a good mood after a pleasant evening with no little buggers at all – stepped into the empty square and heard Mr. Bird’s violin coming down from the heavens. I just stood still on the grass and let it flow over me for a while. Here: close your eyes and imagine it. (The song starts around 9:25, if you don’t want to listen to the whole thing.)
On Sunday, I ditched reality and went to see Anonymous. The ratings weren’t all that good, but I’m in search of a movie that will introduce Shakespeare and the Elizabethan Era to students; this movie ain’t it. It’s a good movie, but if you don’t already know the language, the history, the plays, the religion and the politics, you probably won’t get much from the movie. Oh, and you have to deal with the frightfully clumsy flashbacks (in which all the hot young boys with long blond hair look alike, but they don’t resemble their adult counterparts in the least).
What I liked about the movie was that it was written for writers. Shakespeare doesn’t have too many jaw-dropping-and-awesome lines, but the script writers found them all, and there are scenes where the writers are just standing around, jaws dropped in awe, at the words. Of course, they then ruin it by having the writers explain that these words are wonderful and that everything they’re doing is to protect the words, but I suppose we must spoon-feed the plebeians.
Right. Must go nap. The librarians will get really annoyed if I rip the kid’s throat out and make a bloody mess on the floor.