An old train tunnel

1/8 Cherokee and a lot of freckles.
An old train tunnel

I finally saw The Darjeeling Limited.

I loved it.
I think the ending symbolism was a smidge cliche, though. Details like that really bother me for some reason, like they were trying far too hard when the rest of the movie had been minimalistic and spoke for itself. The “baggage” idea wasn’t described in depth, so it remained minimalistic, but I think that it harps on this pop-psychology notion that we’ve all become accustomed to and that is lame. That is what minimalism does at times, but I would never use the word “baggage” in my life–much less use it as a symbol. I know. I’m being picky. And it probably didn’t bother anyone else so much. It is a shame that such a good film left me with such a bad taste in the end due to me being silly. Forget what I have to say; see it. Then again, everyone else probably has. I just wait for movies to come to Netflix before seeing. I get very behind. Oh well.
All right. We have about two more days left of spring break…. We didn’t go anywhere fancy or do much. We watched Chris’ cousin for about three days and his sister visited for a few days. This gave us an excuse to explore and get out of the house more. I’m Not There finally came to the dollar theater, so we saw that. I thought it was pretty good. If you don’t know a lot about Bobby, then you might now understand it really. I felt bad for Elizabeth because it is a rather long movie and she didn’t follow it all. However, she does know a bit about Bob Dylan since she is related to Chris.
We climbed a few mountains…. Sitting on top of peaks is one of my absolute favorite activities.

Chris’ parents came for a couple of days and then my parents came. We were going to camp with my parents, but the weather threatened coldness and rain rain rain. Instead we had more movie-watching and mountain climbing. It hasn’t even rained one droplet. BAH!
After his Masters in Anthropology thesis was rejected due to a controversial subject, Vonnegut was sad.
Many years later after publishing Cat’s Cradle, the college said that they would accept the novel as his thesis.
Kurt received his MA after all.
Well, I found someone to chair my Masters thesis on Vonnegut, so maybe our luck is looking up.

Apparently, Kurt Vonnegut has a lot of trouble with Master’s theses.
First, his Master’s thesis was rejected.
Now I can’t find a thesis chair so I have to change my topic.
Poor Vonnegut.

I hope to find a journal that would like to hear about him.
As I’ve been re-reading Cat’s Cradle for my term paper in Postmodernism,
there is so much to write on.
I can think of at least ten different articles to write.
Oh well… Maybe we can spend some time together alone.
Until then, I am in the process of seeing if maybe someone out there will chair a thesis on Evelyn Waugh.
