It’s amazing to me, how one person’s actions can influence others’. Both Brennen and I have committed to update our diaries more often, afer reading Saalon‘s daily, deep, fascinating entries over the past week. One man’s actions. Cool.
What’s going on in my life? Well, my schedule is beginning to become a routine. The schedule is something that’s always intimidated me, because I’ve worried that either (1) it would become a straightjacket, maniacally forcing me to do stuff I don’t want to do (silly, I know…it’s my schedule, I can do whatever I want to with it), or (2) I’d never be able to keep up with it, and so it’d be yet another failed experiment. But, hey, what’s wrong with failed experiments? Y’know, except for the
But, wonder of wonders, after about seven weeks I’m taking care of most of the things on my schedule, most of the time. And that’s good enough for me; I’ll strive to improve that record, but the advantage of having a schedule is increased productively, not perfect adherence to some artificial rule.
So. Perhaps that will be an inspiration to somebody.
What else…I saw a preview for Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone this weekend, which only served to heighten my anticipation for the film. John Hurt gets to play the owner of the wand shop, a wonderful role for him. I also caught an
Now, the following comment will soon seem dated and silly, but I want to get this out of my system: I’m looking forward to Harry Potter more than I anticipate The Lord of the Rings. Don’t get me wrong: I think LOTR will be cool, and I’ll definitely be watching it on opening night. I don’t even really think that Harry Potter will be better than LOTR.
I don’t know why I feel this way. Perhaps because Harry Potter is a bit of an underdog when standing next to LOTR. Perhaps because the LOTR movie has been so massively hyped by the fan community that I’m rather tired of hearing about it at this point.
Perhaps, also, because LOTR will not fit my conception of the books. It can’t, and Peter Jackson has said so, openly. The books are just too dense. The Harry Potter film, on the other hand, looks much closer to what I see in my mind’s eye when I read. In fact, I’m reading The Prisoner of Azkaban now, and I’m beginning to see some of the actors as the characters in the book (Maggie Smith‘s McGonagall and Alan Rickman‘s Snape are particularly insidious).
So, where am I going with this? Precisely nowhere. Life’s funny that way.