Ressurection

There haven't been many to read this, but there hasn't been much here to read. My life has been... very different. Much different than I ever pictured it. I no longer have a picture in mind of what it should look like, and perhaps that will lead to less disappointment. I would like to just be without judging whether it is good, bad, foolish, or wise. I join the ranks of the unemployed this week, which means I am going to need a few things, not the least of which -- a project. I hope to revive this one. Between job hunting, house hunting, otherwise chasing a livelihood, I would like to take a figurative deep breath and do the things that I used to love to do and remember why I loved them.

So. Netflix has just provided me with my next post. Persepolis.

I read the book in undergrad by Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of A Childhood. A memoir of a girl growing up in Iran during the Islamic Revolution, the book is presented in the form of a graphic novel. One thing that I really love is that it is all in black and white, very stark. On one page you will laugh at some prank she is pulling and on the next crying about young boys sent to front lines wearing "keys to paradise," plastic keys painted gold.

The movie is also animated and I can't wait to see how it interprets the book. Look for a post sometime in the next week.