Itinerantdaughter's Blog

A few years ago, a very stylish New Yorker writer told me that I was just like the Little Princess in War and Peace, which I thought was surely the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me, until I read the book and realized that the Princess’s most defining characteristic was her tiny but distinct mustache.

PS Is Natasha Rostova the original manic pixie dream girl?  Certainly as portrayed by Lily James, an argument could be made…

PPS Don’t you think there should be some creepy porn TOR called Firefoxxx?  Copyright!

So I’ve noticed over the past few years that whenever I ask someone if they’ve seen the movie An American Werewolf in London, they give me a look like I’m complete trash and say, “Uh, no?”  At which point I have to explain that I am not, in fact, talking about the mid-nineties horror dud An American Werewolf in Paris.  Two different European cities here, people!  The Paris-based flick was widely panned by audiences and critics alike, and had the kind of laughable premise endemic to sequels.  It also had CGI, which we’ve pretty much decided at this point can get very bad, very fast.

To contrast: An American Werewolf in London has Griffin Dunne (of the Dunne dynasty), the North Yorkshire Moors, and a kickass soundtrack featuring Van Morrison and Creedence (but not, oddly enough, Warren Zevon.)  It manages to be actually funny and actually frightening simultaneously, which the sequel, it goes without saying, does not.  There’s also a steamy shower sex scene, which the adults with whom I watched it at the tender age of ten or so wisely fast-forwarded through.  (I’ve since seen it, though.)

In conclusion, please do not mix up these two films.  It is like mixing up good Stilton and American cheese, no pun intended.  Now, I’m off to get a pina colada at Trader Vic’s.  Keep it real, kids.

Re-reading William James and came across this “conversion” story, which is enviable, to say the least.

“At the urgent request of friends, and with no faith and hardly any hope (possibly owing to a previous unsuccessful experience with a Christian Scientist), our little daughter was placed under the care of a healer, and cured of a trouble about which the physician had been very discouraging in his diagnosis.  This interested me, and I began studying earnestly the method and philosophy of this method of healing.  Gradually an inner peace and tranquillity came to me in so positive a way that my manner changed greatly.  My children and friends noticed the change and commented upon it.  All feelings of irritability disappeared.  Even the expression of my face changed noticeably.

“I had been bigoted, aggressive, and intolerant in discussion, both in public and private.  I grew broadly tolerant and receptive toward the views of others.  I had been nervous and irritable, coming home two or three times a week with a sick headache induced, as I then supposed, by dyspepsia and catarrh.  I grew serene and gentle, and the physical troubles entirely disappeared.  I had been in the habit of approaching every business interview with an almost morbid dread.  I now meet every one with confidence and inner calm.

“I may say that the growth has all been toward the elimination of selfishness.  I do not mean simply the grosser, more sensual forms, but those subtler and generally unrecognized kinds, such as express themselves in sorrow, grief, regret, envy, etc.  It has been in the direction of a practical, working realization of the immanence of God, and the Divinity of man’s true, inner self.”