I made a list of things to do before I left the room this morning. First on my list was the Sherlock Holmes Museum on Baker Street. I found it quite easily. It's a quaint little museum, not much to look at. They have quite a big shop and a lot of rooms as the museum. You can walk around the study where Holmes and Watson hang out, there's also Holmes' bedroom and several other rooms up the stairs. Quite a few of the upper rooms had wax figures featuring several prominent scenes from several different short stories. It was interesting. There was a guest book I signed to leave my little mark and to say that I visited it. Went to the shop again afterward and bought a present for Dad.
Then there were some errands I had to take care of. Like buy body wash because I'm almost out of the stuff I brought. There is a store called Boots that's sort of like the British version of Wal-Greens. I walked around there looking for some tissues because they're really handy, but I couldn't find any. So I'll have to look at a bigger Boots because this one wasn't very big.
Lunch was ate a place called Eat. They were pretty good. Ate lunch across from an elderly woman who didn't look like she wanted to talk, so I didn't press her. I ate my hot sandwich and drank my apple juice and enjoyed myself.
Then I forgot to turn in my time sheet for my internship. Whoops. Instead, I hopped right over to the Harrow campus and spend quite a long time reading in the cafeteria over there. Don't worry, it's a good book: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. It's about two Londons, London Above and London Below. More specifically, it's about a businessman named Richard Mayhew who helps a young lady who's injured and then gets sucked into London Below where people converse with rats and head to the Floating Market which is never held in the same place more than twice in a row. It's a really cool book and I know a lot of the places that's mentioned in it.
My class talked about messages in films. There's the message that's meant to be read in it and then there's the messages that the author didn't intend that the audience can pick up on. This is where film studies is similar to literature studies and this is what I thought the class would mostly be about -- interpretation -- because so much of studying literature is interpretation as well. But I guess this is the only class we'll get in it. Well, this one and next week. We watched a Dutch movie called Antoina's Line which was really good. It's about a woman and her teenaged daughter and how they move into the small town the mother grew up in. They start their life and unite a hodge-podge of different people into one community under one roof. It ends with the death of Antoina, who you can say is the head of the family. Her daughter has a daughter, who also has a daughter. One of the questions we're supposed to answer is "Is this a feminist film?" and I would answer "Yes." In a most obvious sense is this a feminist film. A woman is head of a family, she's independent and strong, a pillar of strength for so many people. Her daughter, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter are all strong women. We meet other strong women along the way. In fact, there are very few men with a strong enough personality to match those of the women. Alongside this note, I also enjoyed the film because you could relate to the characters not just in what they say but also in everything you see them do. There's a lot of visual cues that hint about a person's character throughout the movie. And I like that about it.
Dinner was a hodge-podge of different things. Ate my leftovers from Imperial Tandoori which I finally ate at over the weekend. (I walk past it every day on my way to the Tube.) Boiled a corn on the cod and ate that. It tasted kind of funny. Then I had some toast because I wasn't done munching yet. There were a few carrots involved, mostly because I still have a lot that I have to get rid of. Finished off my Smirnoff, which I would say is good tasting alcohol. Need to try more vodka in the future.
Was finally able to Skype into Working Title tonight. It was good. Someone jumped out the window and into the balcony, I saw the nighttime Madison skyline and Memorial Library. And the Red Gym. Didn't really officially meet any of the new Working Title people, but I heard them talk and read things and they fit pretty well into the group. There's also an older man there and I don't know his story just yet, but I figure I will know in January. Or February at the latest. He seemed surprised that the computer was talking an interacting with everyone, which amused me. Didn't understand a smidgen of what was going on, and it was enough to keep me quiet and attempt to figure out the topic of conversation. At two my time, I attempted to get someone's attention and managed to call over Teagan from across the room. Don't ask how I managed that. But she came by and I said I wanted to say "Good night" so I did and then I left.
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