Nothing Much

I have outfitted myself with a new project: to translate Juan Rulfo's only novel, Pedro Paramo. I can understand the first three sentences, but after that the language seems to go wild. I've only taken 2 1/2 semesters of Spanish, so it really is no wonder that I feel so exasperated when I try and read it, but I am commited to learning this dang language and translating this book, I'm sure, will help.

I am neglecting that language now though. I have a chapter from the workbook due tomorrow and as always, I have no motivation to do it.

In other news, I have completed the first book of the summer: James Baldwin's The Fire Next Time. I love the last line of the work, "If we do not now dare everthing, the fulfillment of that prophecy, re-created from the Bible in song by a slave, is upon us: God gave Noah the rainbow sign, No more Water, the fire next time!" I might do a complete review for this work later, but for now, it will suffice to say that this is a must-read for anyone who believes in equality. I rank it just under The Autobiography of Malcolm X in the growing list of books that have shaped my thinking as an activist.

But that's it. The Sims 3 is addicting and I have to stay away from it, lest I find myself playing until my eyes bleed. I'm going to the Transformers midnight showing tonight, that should at least be interesting. I'm not much for Michael Bay, but I loved Transformers when I was young and nostalgia is always worth the admission price. Also, I just want to see the Decepticons wrecking crap for and hour and a half.

Well, really this time, that's it.