Sore labor's bath...blah blah blah

I'm rather tired. So tired, in fact, that I walked out of the very loud screening of Apocalypse Now Redux on a ginormous screen. Right before Kurtz came on, too. It was the damn plantation sequence that did it. I couldn't understand a word anyone said.

So, today. I went to a boring three hour presentation on the honour code and safety. The safety portion was mildly amusing, because they showed a video, which included footage of unsuspecting victims leaving their doors unlocked and stepping outside for a few seconds while some crafty character sneaks down the hall testing all the doors, finds the door unlocked, runs in and swipes a laptop. It was funny. Trust me.

Then we went on a tour of Philly, which was really very interesting, except for the good half hour of pouring rain. Philly is actually laid out in a grid system, which makes it easy to find your way around. All the east-west streets are named after trees (although I had no idea "Locust" was a type of tree; I just thought it was a plague) and all the north-south streets are numbered. I discovered 2 theaters that show indie movies, and explained the plot of The Secret Lives of Dentists to someone who somehow ended up wanting to see it after listening to me gush over Campbell Scott.

Then we went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. They had bought out the entire museum for the class of '07, so it rocked. There is a lot to be said for looking at paintings by yourself. I was only there for about an hour, but I did get to see some interesting European stuff (including Van Gogh and a Grimshaw painting that fascinated the hell out of me) and a lovely photography exhibit.

( And this is the poster I bought )

Give me a G! Give me an I! Give me a P!

I honestly have nothing to say. Except that I might switch this to the base, as Willard speaks for himself.

And light finally dawns...

This explains my icon fiasco. The short version? AOL is run by a bunch of fuckasses.

Talk about life-changing lectures...(SPOILERS for The Quiet American)

This afternoon, I went to a lecture about The Quiet American, one of my favorite books (Fowler rocks!). I frankly expected very little, some political commentary, perhaps, and the inevitable remarks about Pyle symbolizing America, Fowler Europe, and Phuong Vietnam. Instead, it was taught by the new head of the film department. He talked about action and inaction, perspectives, the difference between secret agent and terrorist. And he used imagery to underscore all of it. It was brilliant. He talked about Heart of Darkness, connecting Pyle and Kurtz. That really makes sense to me. I have come to regard Fowler's murder (for it is murder, more or less) of Pyle as an act of mercy. Pyle might have become Kurtz. Sure, it would have taken a lot, but I can conceive of it happening. Although Kurtz didn't really live for an ideal. I think someone in the novel says, "He was...an extremist." But about the lecture. He showed clips from The Third Man and Apocalypse Now and mentioned Citizen Kane. It was just lovely. I went and talked to him briefly after the lecture (there were these annoying girls there asking questions like "Who do you like better, Fowler or Pyle?") and he told me Penn is going to have a film major next year! Rejoice!

I think he was impressed by my Reservoir Dogs t-shirt. Heh.

Oh, and I'm going to have to become a bigamist, because I want to marry both him and Chris Cooper.

The subject of this post starts with "C" and ends with...wait for it..."ampbell Scott"

So, I was debating what to do tonight, since there were quite a few options (stand up, Chicago on the big screen, RPing, watching Hard Eight all by my lonesome), when I chanced to head over to the bookstore with my roommate (who, by the way, wants to force me to watch Shrek). While they did not carry Silence of the Lambs on DVD, God only knows why, they had CAMPBELL SCOTT'S HAMLET!!! Nevermind that this is impossible to find, it's 190 minutes of Campbell angsting. I have yet to watch it, but the pictures on the cover/DVD itself/inside flap are very very hot. So, yeah. Those are my plans for the evening. Over 3 hours of Campbell. And maybe some new icons.

In other news, I forced someone to buy Lullaby today and am planning on forcing my roommate to watch Roger Dodger. Muahahaha! Revel in my fixation with cynicism/Campbell Scott (he's playing Streator in my movie version, donchaknow).