Thoughts for a Tuesday in October

I love getting to work early these autumn mornings and driving through campus, especially along the golf course. Dull green and brown leaves are scattered on and around the usually immaculate greens, their drying bodies given soft life by the morning breeze. It smells of dampness and future snows. There are no mowers or swishing lawn sprinklers, just the sound of wings in flight, the exodus of birds.

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On this day in 1930, William Faulkner published As I Lay Dying, one of my favorite books. Although some find the multiple narrators annoying or confusing, I feel it gives a richness to the book, the story, especially the voice of the dead mother, the matriarch.

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 I'm struggling in my Graduate Studies in Film class. I'm chalking it up to Senioritis. My last semester, my last class, so who really cares about the language of deceit or post-structuralism in The Usual Suspects  or the best way to interpret Moulin Rouge?  I don't. I honestly don't. Possibly if I'd taken this class my first semester I would be enjoying the discussion, enthralled by the theories. Instead, I'm fast-forwarding through most of the movies, watching the clock in class, and wanting to tell my classmates to shove their thoughts on narratology or what or how a movie means. Really.

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I know for a fact that my coffee tastes better in my "Witches Brew" mug.