Wednesday, August 20, 2008

funny story...

Being new to the blogging world, I keep checking my blog hoping that someone else (perhaps Locke or Demosthenes?) has updated it. Funny how that works . . . or doesn't.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

excuses.

I am a memeber of an online book club. We read books and we talk about them via the internet. This could be a good or a bad thing for me, considering I am somewhat of an over-analyst. If there is something to be found, I will find it. If there's not, I may create it anyway, just so I can have something to talk about. (This could be an indication that I talk way too much.) Recently, one of the girls in the club responded to one of our books via artwork. She looks to be some sort of graphic artist and based a piece on Marc Chagall's "The Village and I." Now-I will freely admit that I am not an artist. My stick figures could honestly use some help. This lack in ability may or may not have something to do with seperation that I have created between myself and art. I appreciate art and I really do enjoy standing in front of a picture and asking the timeless question "what does it mean?" (see, it's the analyst in me!),but creating art? That is an entirely different concept. Some express ideas and emotions through poetry. Some through music. I have recently come to terms with the fact that I am not one of those people. Strangely enough, it was a personality test. In career guidance in 9th grade, I was a hard red-those who know me well will chuckle at that thought. Recently, I took a different test that told me that I am a mastermind. Basically this means that I come up with the basic idea and I leave the rest to others. This explains my great plans but lack of execution. I'm not a great leader unless I have to be. I will let others work on the problem until I am completely satisfied that they can't do it on their own and then I'll step in. This is why I am not an artist. They take the idea and implement it. They may add some of their own personality to it, but the basic idea stands.
Keeping that thought in mind...this is my latest project.
Courtship as seen through the gentlemen of SENSE AND SENSIBILITY.
Jane Austen had a lot to say and an amusing way of putting it across. This concept is (quite contrary to the previous paragraph's rant) not my idea. This is actually my attempt at execution of someone else's idea. In all of my great experience I have learned that it is a dangerous idea to compare husbands according to their actions. The glorious part of this is the simple fact that I don't have a husband. Therefore I can freely compare and contrast these fictional characters and no one will get offended. These are some notes I jotted down the last time I watched the movie. Some of the comments are mine, some belong to my roommate, and some belong to the characters themselves. All in all, I hope someone can make sense of them...

Edward Ferras-
=too sedate=caring=a bit spineless=initially unclear expectations=apron strings=falters in keeping his word=half honest=the road to hell is paved with good intentions=he acknowledges his short comings=COWARD=ultimately honors his promises=marries for love=dutiful=tries to right the wrong (or at least apologize)=

Colonel Brandon-
=smitten=awe and admiration=offers help and not a solution=he wants better for her=attentive=focused on others=has ammunition to use and doesn’t=”kindest and best of men”=gives all he can=he made her better=

Willoughby-
=”knight in shining armor”=courteous=asks permission for everything=bold=“takes liberty”=enigmatic=follows up=presumptious=”perfect man”=too similar/half of pertinent topics in 7 hours=exciting=commitment-phobe=tears down Brandon to build himself=avoids the repercussions=marries for money=

Mister Palmer-
=silent integrity=patient=realist=

This list fascinates me. Honestly, the characters that I dislike the most have some of the characteristics that I value the most. The characters that I adore, end up with some traits that drive me absolutely CRAZY!!! I guess this just proves that there is no one perfect person. There are mostly perfect people, but no perfect people. This also proves through a list of broken thoughts, the original concept of this post-that my thought process is broken and unpolished, but full of ideas to be expounded upon by others.