Digital Libraries

Since monday and yesterday respectively I have two programs monituring my book collection. Feel free to check them out and join in, I love getting feedback.

Proppian

Stumbling one day, I came across a fairy tale generator. How could I not share this joy with you?

A child playing in the dirt asked me, "Where did you get your shoes?"

"Sugar and spice," the old woman beckoned as she held out palms filled with cinnamon falling between her fingers like sand. As she sprinkled it across the floor my head swum up in a dizzy spell of hunger. I could no longer control my feet moving towards the cheap gimmicks of an old woman.

"What weighs you down will make you drown," he said with a loud crescent shaped grin. I believed him. I may have been a fool but with my head thrown asunder by the crashing tides of water I took off my shoes and bag and threw them across the stream on the other bank.

The girl knelt down at my feet, pressing her furry costume against my skin. "Please help me," she said, and kissed one foot. She kissed the other. And when I looked down I found both the leather-bottomed shoes gone and bare toes remaining. They froze in the mountain wind. At my feet a white wolf with childlike eyes stared up at me, grinned, and ran off with two shoes in her jaws.

I never strayed too far from home because the thought of father returning home always came back to me. But when air blew away the last remnant of his scent I knew he would not return. So I set out, again, watching my mother's stomach sink into the floor. I did not turn my head as I heard the people pull her into the ground.

A woman from the mountain dressed in dragon scales walked down towards me. Her feet were as bare as mine but that did not seem to matter, because wherever she stepped her feet did not make a sound. "I hear of a man who can perform miracles. He walks across the soil without danger and carries with him his father's ring. Are you this man?"

I pulled the needle out of where it would cause harm, and happy that I did so.

The fairy placed a single seed in my palm which I immediately planted and tended to for months. For days, I watered the seed, showered it with words of encouragement as it grew into a young sprout, and gave it proper space and care as it blossomed fully into a magnificent red rose that granted any wish that I whispered lovingly into its soft petals.

As I fought blindly as callow youths do, a white bird flew by my side and attached a feather to my bleeding wounds. They began to heal instantaneously.

Through the blind frenzy of earth and shadows I plunged my dagger into the creature's heart and watched as it melted into rain.

Waves of comfort and relief washed over my tired limbs as my father and mother embraced and kissed me. The familiar sights of my home and scents of my family soothed me so much that I nearly forgot the heavy pack I had carried for hours on my back, a sack filled with treasures I had collected throughout my journey to bring back to my family.

As the soil on me continued to turn into gold, the ground of our garden sprouted trees, fruits, and vegetables. My family and I stared in a daze as we watched our land grow rich and the people of the soil draw away.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Not a week from it's release date I went to see this in the company of the white princess. Not the best Harry Potter film but far far far better than 'Goblet of Fire' though my dislike of it's filmic rendering might originate from my favouritism towards the book. All in all these are just complicated and possibly wrong language constructions to say that this is a good film which might even appeal to other than the regular HP- fanbase.

Help

I appear to be in danger of becoming unstoppably content with my life, only one step away of happiness. It will only last as long as this day but still the thought is frightening.

On a side note: Read Jay McInerney. The guy's a genius.

Edit: I've even started cleaning up. And found a knife back, now this calls for a celebration.

Pirates of the Caribbean III

Contrary to what my learned colleague* made believe not the best film I could have picked from all those now showing in theatres, but nonetheless good entertainment.
* the male half of this enchanting duo

Spiderman III

Totally EMO. Like. Totally.



Let's move on to Pirates of the Caribbean III, Shrek III and inadequate lover III. Or uhm maybe not that last one.

The Devil wears Prada: A DVD Review

The devil wears Prada, and Chanel, and a whole bunch of other fashion designers that I might have heard off but refuse to let the names linger in my memory because I am too poor to afford their clothes and 15 pounds overweight to wear them. Note that I mention Prada because that happens to be the title and Chanel because you gotta love Chanel, no women is complete without it. *
Back to the film I'm reviewing. It's good. Well, it is and it isn't. It is because Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are great, Ardrian Grenier is dead cute, and it's the perfect blend between a chickflick/romantic comedy and a fashion magazine. And it isn't because I'm too old for chickflicks, too melancholy or downright misanthropic for romantic comedies and because of aforementioned reasons I'm not suited for fashionvictimness.
In short did you miss something not seeing this in cinéma? No, the film is a lot better on a smaller screen. Must you buy this DVD? Well I can't force you. Why must you see this on DVD? Think, think, think; the Gagreel among the featurettes is kinda fun. And there's a 'deleted scene' where you get a shot of Adrian Grenier wearing very little clothes (still covered in bedsheets though)**.

That's all.


*possibly exaggerated but there are people I'd kill for these boots:

**Which I know my love coach will like to see so here's a picture:

Coming Soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review

Like, love, hate, believe it or not, but I've been actually asked to write a review for 'The Devil Wears Prada'. And could I refuse?
The eager writer, undiscoverd columnist, would-be Nobel prize for Literature winner in me were all too happy with the attention. The somewhat stubborn anti maintsream social pattern individual lurking in dark corners jumping at opportunities to make me doubt screamed out not to let myself (in as far as my blog is an extension of myself) be used as billboard. As usual I paid it no attention.
In conclusion: "Coming soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review"
Have a youtube clip to pass the time while I watch the movie again in order to make up my mind.