Saturday, February 28, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Here's the promised letter and I'm not so sure you're going to like it. I feel like weeping on somebody's sympathetic shoulder and so I'll just expand on paper.
I'm playing "Little White Lies" and "Confessin' that I Love You," & "Moon Song" on the vic. And staring at "If I could be with You One Hour Tonight." There's no comfort in looking at the moon. To me its so cold and far-away just like "Pee Wee" that I just pass away at one glance. My imagination can't conjure up any comforting thought or image. If only he loved me like I love him. I might as well wish for Heaven on earth. the two are one and the same. Snap out of it. The world is wide. But that sage advice is no good in this mood and telling myself I'm a damn fool is so much wasted breath and energy.
Have taken so much gym that I'm bound to die tomorrow. Went to formal gym late and got squelched. Dottie is good at that. And ran myself down in hockey, besides getting hit in the head. This is one tale of woe but I warned you. There's no ray of sunshine on the dark clouds and I just hate school. and all in all I'm one most unhappy little girl.
We have a P.E. meeting tonight and I'm not even excited. I don't even know any of the new girls and care less. Have got more studying than I can shake a stick at. Even have to make out a course of study - and its got to be plausible 'cause I've got to teach it, after its made out. Tough world. Wish I'd get a great big break that would last a life time. Big order!!
Oh well. hope you haven't caught the blues from this indigo letter.
Blog Note: Lucile posted this letter two days before her 20th birthday.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Box no 236. Please write. I'm homesicker than the devil.
If you see Pee Wee! I don't know what you should tell him - the angel face. I can't stand it if I don't see him soon. Regardless of what he thinks I'm going to call him next week-end.
My schedule has scared me spitless. I'm going to have to study hard - and I haven't studied any in years.
My one burning desire is to leave this place. I hate it! Write please.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
slumdog is about three kids, the three musketeers; one is older and wiser, one honest, and the third dependent. A strong sense of commitment hold them together: Salim to his brother and Jamal to Latika. The story has an Oliver Twist theme with street children and gang leaders, and a rags-to-riches ending that gives the illusion that misfortunate orphans can actually better their position in India. I like to think Mumbai is in a Dickens-age industrial period that will lead toward a time when little kids have better resources available to them.
You can find a well-written review here, taken from NPR's Web site. You can read about how two of the younger actors actually live in the Mumbai slums here and here. And you can read an article about how slum dwellers resent the movie's title here.
Take the Red Line to Friendship Heights and walk 15 minutes over to the Avalon Theatre on Connecticut Ave. It's a movie worth seeing.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Mum can be viewed as a controversial character. Her warmth and ability to adjust easily to a foreign culture is admirable but she neglects the education of her children and doesn't bother with some of their basic needs. Hideous Kinky would be a difficult read if other women in the story didn't pick up where Mum leaves off.
To find on amazon: Hideous Kinky: A Novel