Viewing the City Through the Eyes of Jean-Pierre Jeunet
Last weekend’s Midnites for Maniacs was an evening devoted to the work of French director Jean-Pierre Jeunet. I’d not heard his name prior to last week, but now I’m a big fan.
Last weekend’s Midnites for Maniacs was an evening devoted to the work of French director Jean-Pierre Jeunet. I’d not heard his name prior to last week, but now I’m a big fan.
As quickly as November was ushered in, it has been rushed out. Things seem to be moving faster now, and I find myself worrying again about time. Where did this year go? How is it possible we’re a month today from Christmas?
Welcome to the seventh post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012. Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. Thanks to Maia for the topic suggestion. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com. I was 17 in my final year of high school, and took to telling those who asked me what I was planning to do with the rest of my life that I was looking forward to becoming an astrophysicist. They’d reply with an exaggerated “ooooh!”, raise their eyebrows and change the subject. Most were probably conscious of the fact that they had no idea just what an astrophysicist does, so they thought it best to seem impressed and move on. Truth is, I never knew what I wanted to do. I just told people that so they’d stop asking me. My mind changed more frequently than …
I have been living in the Bay Area for just over a year now, and I’ve really enjoyed witnessing the full rotation of the seasons: Autumn had beautiful yellows and ambers and browns, the Winter – soft blues and greys, Spring – a verdant green and pinks and lilacs, and Summer is full of dry golden grasses, a muted blue sky and white clouds.
Many decisions are having to be made in my life right currently, and they all seem to hedge on each other being decided first. I feel like I’m going round in circles! Decisions, decisions and none are close to being resolved! One decision I have been wrangling with is about spelling. That’s right: spelling. To others it seems a rather trivial one, but to me it’s fundamental. I have always prided myself on being a good speller, and on my extended vocabulary. So in my decision to relocate here to the US, I really didn’t think about having to alter myself and the way I communicate as much as has been asked of me. They still can’t understand me when I go through drive-throughs (not drive-thrus!), or leave voicemail messages. But the issue of spelling has been probably the toughest. My grasp of the English language sure makes me feel superior in a country that lacks ‘colour’. I have persisted in the face of adversity with rogue substitutions of my letter ‘s’ for ‘z’ (and …