Monthly Archives: September 2012

After 100 stories…

Finally finished Boccaccio’s Decameron and you know what? I love it!I

Engraved portrait of Giovanni Boccaccio

I was worried about my not liking Medieval literature, but maybe I was reading the wrong kin of Medieval lit. Anyways, I’m happy to announced that I enjoyed The Decameron and that the 7th day was my favorite, even when most of the stories were quite misogynists.Is that wrong? I mean, my modern feminist consciousness shouldn’t allow me  to laugh when some writer is trashing women but I actually understood where everything came from.

No more time to write today. I’ve been busy lately. I thought I’ll be relaxed with too much time on my hands but au contraire, my friend

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Scary reading

Instead of reading, I’ve listened to E.M. Forster‘s short story The Machine Stops. Once in a while I listen to a book, but I still value highly the reading experience because it’s privates, it’s a moment for myself and listening to a book or watching its movie version doesn’t have the same effect.

Cover of "The Machine Stops

While listening The Machine Stops I couldn’t help thinking that maybe something close to what it describes may still happen to us humans in the future. And it’s scary.

poster for The Matrix

This is a sci-fi story that brought The Mattix trilogy to mind. Who knows, maybe Forster influenced the films’ writers. The influencing part I dig, I wish my writing will influence future writings as I’m influenced by past writers, but the being controlled by a machine part I didn’t like. Lets hope that won’t be our future.

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Mission accomplished

I actually managed to complete my mission: I’ve watched eight Jane Austen related movies and lived to tell about it. And I enjoyed every one of them, but, as usual, I liked one above the rest. Can you guess which one?

I am Anne Elliot!

Yep, I didn’t need to take a test to know I liked Persuasion more than any other of the movies. Nevertheless, I was thrilled to know I am Anne Elliot.

Now I’m back to my day-to-day life. The house feels empty without my parents, it feels less like a home. And I’m spending my mornings missing my little baby. But I’m getting used to it. Life goes on and her place is school now.

I also realized that I have a lot of unfinished projects around the house and a large stack of unfinished books that pretty much looks like this:

A picture of several book stacks on the floor.

Photo by xtrarant

I went back to reading Boccaccio’s Decameron, that I started before the movie marathon, but I’ve not been able to write anything else besides this blog post. Therefore my short story is still a possibility, not a reality.

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