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[22 Jul 2008|11:13am] |
Death Note starts out quite nicely. The plot is uncomplex, the motivations are simple and clear. Although there is an occasional hint of government bodies interfering, it does not go completely out of hand. It is a psychological thriller, not at all a horror story, with deeply introspective, far-sighted and intelligent characters (it would be wise, however, if you choose not to question their far-sightedness because that would make everything quite unbelievable). The questions raised are provoking (How far will you go for a better world? Do ends justify the means? Can an amoral god exist? Can we frighten people into being good, and how genuine is that reaction?) and that was the point until I liked it very much, kept me glued to my seat for 3 whole days and nights. And suddenly it got so bad, I lost sight of the plot entirely. New characters and unexpected deaths were introduced, it seems, entirely for the purpose of driving a growingly stagnant plot forward. I think of it as a really old car, spluttering engine, hardly working gears and equiptment that keeps getting remodelled - the end result is a boring, bumpy ride with a driver who's lost the plot entirely.
Monster, however, now that's something that's living up to the review of it I read in Time magazine. Chapter 22 and still going strong..
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[18 Jul 2008|11:29pm] |
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omg i am really fucking sick of being home. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LAST THE NEXT FIVE AND A HALF WEEKS
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| A post chock full of kitteny goodness |
[17 Jul 2008|08:34pm] |
I have a kitten now! There are few things in life that excite me, but this does! Tremendously!
I've been talking people's ears off about the cute little furball, explaingin how he fights with my roommate's cat and chomp viciously on my hand when I pet him. I mention his problems (horribly constipation and refusal to eat laxative paste) and the small slights which turn large in my insecurity (one night--just one--he did not sleep beside me), but keep to myself the many boons of his life beside my own. I love to worry and fuss over him, and wonder how he copes with life alone during midday (his roommate cat is more than twenty times his size, ornery but fat). I love to talk about him and convince others--strangers--to love him. I melt whenever, in my solitude, he approaches me. It is not always for attention. If I am in another room he will bring his playtoy near me to play, even if he does not want to be pet or adored.
What I love most is to awaken in the middle of the night to find him purring beside my cheek, loud enough to rouse me, and to hear and feel him purr louder still when I touch and stroke him. I love that my affections can pour into someone, and that he responds, moaning at my absence and clutching my hand harshly (with bites and scratches) when I offer it. I love that my bed is his as well. Sometimes I torque my body awkwardly to accomodate him, though later I slide him aside to relax and cuddle more. Nightly do I ignore the many courses of tax and accounting which beckon me in order to stare at him and call his name, "Wolfgang."
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[16 Jul 2008|11:38pm] |
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The skills involved in public speaking are often underestimated. It is an important social tool, especially when you are involved in a deeply social activity such as giving presentations. People who sit down in a room quite unaware of things are (surprise surprise!) often willing to receive information. Small things such as voice projection, audience engagement and humour go a long, long way. And yes, this short rant is not entirely purposeless. I just got back from a talk where people mostly mumbled to themselves. I hope for the sake of everyone who was present that it got better after I left.
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[13 Jul 2008|12:39am] |
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The world can be a beautiful place when you let go. Light falls in perfect places, skipping across the surface of things, and shines with a degree of shyness. People hide behind their glasses of water, flasks of whiskey, cans of beer, cameras, cigarettes, music, conversation but their souls emerge as if rising out of some darkness into the clear, blue light of day. And voices are clearer, insights sharper and words ring like a church bell with an element of honesty.
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[11 Jul 2008|07:21am] |
I'm not really a morning person. I can't get over this entry. Totally hilarious.
In other news! I graduated yesterday!
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