students, children's songs, taxes, horror, writing

One of my students was wearing the slogan, "All your dreams will come to nothing," on his sleeve today. Somehow, I don't think that's the message his mother was trying to convey *eg*

I forgot to mention, but since my class was cancelled on Saturday, I went to a little lesson in which some of my student's children were participating. It was for Japanese children's songs and was run by this insane little music teacher. I did learn one of the songs though and I'm sure I can sing along now, much to my amusement. Afterwards, it was scary though cause she captured me. Literally captured me by seizing my hand and clutching it to her stomach and not letting go. She went on about how honoured she was for me to come and I kinda wanted to point out that I'm a foreigner, not a famous celebrity. Even weirder, she had an Italian accent in English.

I've been trying to figure out how to do my taxes this year. It's rather needlessly complicated methinks. Also, it makes my head hurt.

I cleaned out my computer yesterday, freeing up 9GB of space. This was mostly so I could try playing Sherlock Holmes: The Awakening, but I discovered a) it was kinda boring and b) stories about the Elder Gods are not the thing to deal with after spending all Sunday and Monday reading about Jack the Ripper. I think I'll install the early Monkey Island's instead. (I only narrowly avoided nightmares by reviewing all the details of the Ripper killings in my head before going to bed...)

I also watched the latest Merchant of Venice movie and it was excellent and pretty and I even recognized parts of Venice. I had forgotten how gay Antonio was. Shylock is such an interesting character especially since one tends to spend much of your time trying to figure out how much of the racism is intended, or whether it's realism or parody. For instance, after his daughter runs away, Shylock can only talk in terms of the money he's lost which is a Jewish cliche and a rather mean spirited one - and yet, it's just as likely he is discussing the money because it's too painful to talk about his daughter, or the money is standing in for his daughter. And it all goes to show that Shakespeare was one lucky, crafty bastard.

I've written 2% more of my book since I last posted about it. I think I've finally hit that point of falling in love with the characters enough to write smoothly since I've been doing over a page a day since then.

Hmm, tonight is definitely a mac and cheese night.

students, children's songs, taxes, horror, writing

One of my students was wearing the slogan, "All your dreams will come to nothing," on his sleeve today. Somehow, I don't think that's the message his mother was trying to convey *eg*

I forgot to mention, but since my class was cancelled on Saturday, I went to a little lesson in which some of my student's children were participating. It was for Japanese children's songs and was run by this insane little music teacher. I did learn one of the songs though and I'm sure I can sing along now, much to my amusement. Afterwards, it was scary though cause she captured me. Literally captured me by seizing my hand and clutching it to her stomach and not letting go. She went on about how honoured she was for me to come and I kinda wanted to point out that I'm a foreigner, not a famous celebrity. Even weirder, she had an Italian accent in English.

I've been trying to figure out how to do my taxes this year. It's rather needlessly complicated methinks. Also, it makes my head hurt.

I cleaned out my computer yesterday, freeing up 9GB of space. This was mostly so I could try playing Sherlock Holmes: The Awakening, but I discovered a) it was kinda boring and b) stories about the Elder Gods are not the thing to deal with after spending all Sunday and Monday reading about Jack the Ripper. I think I'll install the early Monkey Island's instead. (I only narrowly avoided nightmares by reviewing all the details of the Ripper killings in my head before going to bed...)

I also watched the latest Merchant of Venice movie and it was excellent and pretty and I even recognized parts of Venice. I had forgotten how gay Antonio was. Shylock is such an interesting character especially since one tends to spend much of your time trying to figure out how much of the racism is intended, or whether it's realism or parody. For instance, after his daughter runs away, Shylock can only talk in terms of the money he's lost which is a Jewish cliche and a rather mean spirited one - and yet, it's just as likely he is discussing the money because it's too painful to talk about his daughter, or the money is standing in for his daughter. And it all goes to show that Shakespeare was one lucky, crafty bastard.

I've written 2% more of my book since I last posted about it. I think I've finally hit that point of falling in love with the characters enough to write smoothly since I've been doing over a page a day since then.

Hmm, tonight is definitely a mac and cheese night.