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Feb. 20th, 2003 11:31 amI had a long weekend due to President's Day, and thought that it would be an excellent time to visit my sister in Chicago. I was very wrong. The visit itself was lovely, but the three extra days in winter-storm-travel-disaster-hell that got tacked on to the end of it were not so much fun. Ugh. That's why I haven't posted in so long. But now I am finally back...
I am still reading Ulysses, and still enjoying it. I love the first four or five chapters, and I love the last couple chapters, but the middle seems a little bit spotty to me. There are certainly chapters in the middle that are great (such as "Wandering Rocks" which I'm in the middle of right now, and "Nausicaa", and a few others), but there are also several that I could do without...
I think I had more thoughts to relate, but it seems that they got lost somewhere in the past 48 hours of airports and transit and nonsense. Oh well.
One other thing that I did want to mention was that I saw The Quiet American, Michael Caine's new movie, based on a novel by Graham Greene about the very beginnings of America's involvement in Vietnam. I thought it was great movie, and Michael Caine is fantastic in it. It was even more interesting than that, however, because it really tied in with A Star Called Henry. I wrote a couple entries ago about how Henry was gradually growing disillusioned with the republican movement in Ireland, and he was slowly becoming aware of the different levels of deception that existed within the movement, and this movie had a very similar feeling to me. And I had some more intelligent things to say about this too, but again I can't seem to call them to mind... I am obviously not yet fully recovered from my ordeal. Oh well, another good night's sleep or two should take care of that.
I am still reading Ulysses, and still enjoying it. I love the first four or five chapters, and I love the last couple chapters, but the middle seems a little bit spotty to me. There are certainly chapters in the middle that are great (such as "Wandering Rocks" which I'm in the middle of right now, and "Nausicaa", and a few others), but there are also several that I could do without...
I think I had more thoughts to relate, but it seems that they got lost somewhere in the past 48 hours of airports and transit and nonsense. Oh well.
One other thing that I did want to mention was that I saw The Quiet American, Michael Caine's new movie, based on a novel by Graham Greene about the very beginnings of America's involvement in Vietnam. I thought it was great movie, and Michael Caine is fantastic in it. It was even more interesting than that, however, because it really tied in with A Star Called Henry. I wrote a couple entries ago about how Henry was gradually growing disillusioned with the republican movement in Ireland, and he was slowly becoming aware of the different levels of deception that existed within the movement, and this movie had a very similar feeling to me. And I had some more intelligent things to say about this too, but again I can't seem to call them to mind... I am obviously not yet fully recovered from my ordeal. Oh well, another good night's sleep or two should take care of that.
