Friday Funnies - Tears in Rain (in LEGO)

Gotta love lego people!!

Exam Revision.

Here are the powerpoints I used in class.

www.worldofteaching.com/powerpoints/.../pride%20and%20prejudice.ppt

http://www.slideshare.net/jrawlins22/pride-and-prejudice

http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/english_literature/proseprideprej/

http://www.slideshare.net/MissP/blade-runner-powerpoint-161568


enjoy!

SINKHOLE!!!!!

Apparently, this is not a result of us wrecking the environment, but a natural, geological occurrence. Yikes!

More human than human.

Harrison Ford. Not just Indy Jones and Han Solo, but mega Spunkrat for those of us of a more advanced age, in a Gen-X kind of way.....

What is it about Rick Deckard in Blade Runner? With his dishevelled, disinterested, uneasily noirish approach to his murderous profession? Classic anti-hero in a Phillip Marlowe sense, doing what he hates, but what needs to be done. TCB.

And now for the $50 000 question. Replicant, or not? The director's cut muddies the android waters somewhat.

Read this!!!

Go to: http://www.truly-free.org/ and download Philip K. Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.

Similarities? Differences??

I will give you a couple of days to read this novella, then give you some of my bloggy ideas!

Do Teachers dream of cosmic sleep?

I certainly do.

Dreams. What are they all about? Are they real, lucid or fantastical, mind meanderings which we tuck furtively away into those nether regions of our sub-consciousness?

For me, very occasionally, art gives hope, a type of wish-fulfillment that the world could be a different place. Things like the simple yet blindingly poignant death speech of Roy Batty, who, in a few words, reveals his understanding of the world and empathy for man through the ages. At that moment, he is indeed more human than human.

If only human empathy were that simple.


All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
Time to die.

I hope you come to love Blade Runner as much as I do. :-) Tell me what you really think of it.

Caught in the Net

You may have noticed that I love a cheesy pun. Also that it's time for the return of some bloggedy goodness into the lives of Literature loving folks everywhere....well, perhaps in a certain North Eastern 'burb.

I am zinging with excitement at the thought of beginning our next adventure: The Shark Net. This novel certainly resonates with me in some weirdly personal way.

Almost exactly 5 years ago, my geologist husband scooped me out of my snug, lifetime-membership to a cosy, Melbourne existence and dragged me 3000kms westward to the land of Wait Awhile. This place can certainly be a shock to the system to a gal from what passes for the big (cultural) smoke in our little but large, brown land.

I can imagine Robert Drewe, although a child in a quieter, more traditional time, would have felt some similar sense of culture-shock to begin with.

Perth has, without a doubt, the absolute best weather in this country and from my limited travel abroad, I might be quietly confident in proclaiming it the best weather in the world. Everything moves at this relaxed, languid, chilled level. I took my collection of ten or so Melbourne winter coats, which we wear pretty much from April to November, and left them in the back of the closet; short-sleeves were still de rigueur till about July, when the longer sleeved tops would come out.

My first reading of The Shark Net was in Freo earlier this year, eerily close to so many landmarks from the novel, including the gaol where Cooke was hanged. I've just re-read it on the plane, returning yet again from this city one struggles to live in but which seems somehow to slither furtively into one's consciousness.

Well, enough about me. We will be beginning this Wednesday with some historical context, then moving onto....wait for it....Oral presentations! I can hear the groans from here.

See you soon!