A Week of Failures
This blog is many very different things. Hard to categorize. Today it is a journal.
I have had a week of failures. Personally, I’m clearly failing to create a pleasant and warm environment for reasons I don’t understand. I suppose most of our failures have to do with misunderstanging the accurate questions to answer, misdirecting ourselves, and such. I suspect I’m not asking the right questions, let alone answering them correctly.
It didn’t help me to be called a “retard” in a recent blog comment. Even if usage of the term implies a likely lack of sensibilities and consideration, it’s still never fun to be called names.
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I was recently given a copy of “The Great Gatsby” to read. Only twenty pages in, I can understand how difficult it would be to make into a movie. So much of the novel is about intelligent perceptions, descriptions, and reading between lines that I don’t know how it could be translated into spoken and visual movie narratives. Given that Redford, Farrow, and Watterson tried to pull it off in 1974 (a heady cast indeed), I wonder if it can be done well. Better call in Emma Thompson and Ang Lee – if any duo could pull it off. It may be a short book, but it is complex, beautiful, and concentrated. I can understand why it is beyond many students’ understandings when they are given it to read in high school. Fitzgerald had marvelous language, insight, and descriptions.
I love the first edition cover of The Great Gatsby (shown above). It’s marvelous.
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Someone sent me a link, showing that Joni Mitchell considers herself a painter more than a singer. Who am I to debate the artist herself? If you’d like to see some of her paintings, here is her website:
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Work is very slow, but at least for understandable and arguably good reasons. Nevertheless, this pushes me into trying more new things. Thank goodness I handle regular failures well – considering how frequently I have failed for so long.
Family is all heathy. I am fortunate and grateful for that.
Here’s a question flying though my head at the moment: If art is all the things that connect us to our soul, or our souls, then does knowing that information help us in any way?
That’s all for now. I will return to reading “The Great Gatsby” and try to figure out some of the many things I’m being asked to learn.
Oh, and by the way, here’s a general recommendation: If someone you love drops the name of a movie or novel they think you should read or watch someday, consider making the time to do it immediately. Don’t be an ignoramous and wait 15 years – you’ll likely regret that decision.
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