The Seventh One

Apparently when I have any extra time on my hands my default activity is blogging.

I sit here in my living room, stealing the Internet from one of my neighbors, indulging in a little downtime after spending the afternoon at a party with colleagues and the evening at a community presentation of The Music Man. Seriously though, I did spend the whole morning and early afternoon at the school, making everything was good to go with grades and trying to get a head start on cleaning. I didn't get very far with the cleaning. I never do.

Anyway, sitting here, down time, check. Currently downtime = blogging and Pride and Prejudice. Not the book, for heaven's sake. I have tried numerous (between 5 and 10) times to read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and have failed every single time. I enjoy the movies based on her stories very much, and after watching them I always have the urge to read the books as well. Big mistake. Fortunately for myself I ignore said urge and move on. I seriously can't stand Austen's books.

However, I simply adore Austen's stories. For some reason, Jane Austen's books bore me to death, but the stories, oh the stories. Turn them into movies and I'm sold, and just as blogging is now my default activity, Pride and Prejudice is my default movie. Feel like watching a movie, but can't decide? Pride and Prejudice. Not the long BBC mini-series either. I like it well enough, but the 2005 version with Keira Knightley, I can watch over and over again. I love everything about it. The acting is top- notch, the dialogue quick and delightful (which I suppose I owe mostly to Jane Austen), Donald Sutherland's in it, the music is beautiful and so is the cinematogrophy. Some of the shots are simply breathtaking. I enjoy the movement of the cameras almost as well as that of the characters, and the scenes themselves are so well composed.

I must go. I am tired. Good night.