Watching Movies, Having Relationship Problems and Really Digging my New Job

"How are you...Mrs. Darcy?...Mrs. Darcy *kiss*"

The end of Pride and Prejudice, starring the gorgeous (check out her biters!) Keira Knightly, finishes with Mr.Darcy repeating Elizabeth's new last name. He asks her what he should call her when he's angry at her, when he's mad about her, when he's quizzicle. She tells him to call her Mrs.Darcy only when he is truly happy, so he says it a million times. The "torment" he's endured loving her has finally come together in a marriage.

You've got to appreciate this movie for the glimpse of the whole family that it offers, the beautiful scenery, and the colourful personalities: little flirty Lydia, who's just a girl excited about the possibilities of life, Mary, the reserved and unsure middle child, and Mary, the watchful, thoughtful and shyly beautiful older sister, whose romantic success and failure act as a foreshadowing and evaluation for the values of the movie at the outset. When she finally decides upon the man, and he comes to terms with the woman being the one in the ultimate position to accept or deny the request, they marry happily.

It is a story about how important relationships are, especially in the era when Jane Austin wrote the novel. Having four sisters, I related to the wonderful way the sisters were portrayed as close friends, vying for each others struggles, primping eachother, gossiping and wanting to know every detail of eachother's lives. Marriage wasn't always about love, as the one sensible but unromantic sister proves, by marrying the silly though practical pastor. It could be a dangerous prospect. Women's whole lives were focused around solidifying an arrangement that would keep them safe, if not happy, but this main character, Elizabeth "Lizzy", will not settle for the flowery worded though idiotic man that her sister later does. Her quick wit and strong will lead her bear out Mr.Darcy, the seemingly arrogant rich man who she comes to love through his kindness and devotion to her, proving his valiance. He is the dark brooding type, and she is someone who will say what she thinks, while being playful enough to nurture him out of his aristocratic shell.

So I liked the movie a lot. It was a nice way to end a good day. I love my job. People are nice, I feel appreciated, and I'm exposed to so many interesting things. Most of today I spent plugging away at an article which talks about a very exciting initiative. I did research, blew the dust off my draft from yesterday and increased it from 400 to 900 words, then rearranged the sentences, put in an attention-grabbing intro and tightened it up again, bringing it back to 800.

Today was also the anniversary of the banning of landmines internationally. I had the pleasure of spending some time in the same room as Lloyd Axworthy, who is now president of the University of Winnepeg, but had a long career in politics, advancing several UN agenda's including the ban of landmines in 1999. Landmines really seem to be a symbol of how senseless and hellish war is. One day you're tilling a field and then BOOM! You can never walk again, or maybe you never take another breath. This is a very good reason to have a dinner party. Every hour a landmine changes or ends someone's life somewhere in the world, often a woman or child. I feel lucky to be in a place where I don't have to worry about such dangers. In some places, bombs are disguised as toys that children want to play with.

My band is most likely having a break-up. At this time I don't know how I feel about it, but I'm not as devastated as I've been over losing a girl. I've never been good at long-term relationships, and this one just kinda feel apart, even as I fought for it. I missed last practice and while I was gone an argument flared up. It wasn't the first. We're still having one more practice tomorrow, kind of like for old time sake. Have you ever gone out with an ex, just because you know that you liked being around them and are used to that, but then when you're there you're not sure what to do or how to act? It might be a bit like that, only, we're going to focus on the music. Maybe it was never meant to be. It could have been a beautiful thing. Maybe it will give birth to something else.

Tomorrow is Dr. Seuss's birthday. Since yesterday was Shrove Tuesday, maybe tomorrow I'll have green eggs and ham.

Oh, and the word of the day is moribund, because if I don't go to sleep soon, I feel like I'm going to die.

Goodnight.

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