Perfume on-screen lost its scent
It must have been 10 years ago when I read Patrick Suskind’s novel “Perfume.” I was blown away at how well-written and how descriptive it was. It was amazing how he described different scents through Jean Baptiste Grenoulli. When my husband and I learned that it was going to be a movie we both agreed that we wanted to see. He has read the book in German and was equally impressed by it. Last night, my husband and I managed to catch the 640pm show at the Horton Plaza. We were a little late by still opted to watch it (over Borat!)
The opening scene where Grenoulli’s mother gave birth to him under the fish stall was a promising start. The ending, however, had me shaking my head with incredulity. Was the ending really like that? The mob of Grasse intent on persecuting the murderer upon smelling the virginal perfume turned into a lovefest?! Furthermore, upon arriving in Paris and returning to his birthplace (the fish market), he poured all of the perfume on himself then droves of people swarmed and ate him. Hmmm.
Certainly, the book has wonderfully described how Grenoulli thought he can rule the world with The Perfume. It didn’t sound ridiculous in the book but in the film it was. So I guess, Stanley Kubrick was right about the book being unfilmable. Amazing how words seem to be more powerful that the visual in this case.
What I definitely need to do is read this book again.
Lost in Adsense
Earning from writing is an age-old myth. But as I take my blogging experiments to the avenues of Google Adsense I stumbled on bloggers like johnchow who is actually making a decent earning from his website. Now how about that for a unemployed 28-year old mom with writing time in her hands?
So regardless of the fact that since this blog started I barely got any traffic because I barely published anything, I was admittedly drawn to to the idea of monetizing from my website. The traffic will come later. Or so I hope.
If only I can find my way through jungle of new terms. I’m obviously just a writer not a publisher. As the name implies being a publisher includes a whole new spectrum of considerations like how does a website actually works. With a barely working knowledge of html and internet capabilities limited to surfing, I am lost.
I feel like I’m venturing into a new career. Who knows if I can actually succeed and become a prolific blog writer and maybe eventually write a novel? Dream with your eyes wide open. Who said that again?
So I better hit the library and find some book to help me through this new course.
Yearly blogging itch
I am far from the most prolific blogger but each year my fingertips start itch for the keypad. Of-course, I need to try to recall what my blog address was. My once sharp memory is dulled by the constant drone of voices (aka my kids) . I initially thought I’d go crazy if I don’t start working again but after almost 2 years I realized that I’m not really crazy just a tad unimaginative and with 20 percent of my vocabulary in limbo. Certainly when you lack adult conversations (besides the 2 hours daily with my husband if I’m lucky) and intellectual stimulation (besides solving an “easy” crossword puzzle) then your downfall is imminent.
So here I strike again with an itch but without words. Well, at-least not a lot of them. My eloquence is gone and I write like a kid stutters. I look back with rose-tinted glasses when words flew easily and I can easily write something without goggling for samples. I thought that reading can help me out but nothing really can compensate with writing. With my emails dwindling to zero (as my spam mail increases) there’s barely any writing needed. Not even the kids need me to write letters to their teachers (or maybe I should be thankful about that fact).
With almost 2 years as part of the unemployed statistic, I am confronted with the task of rewriting my whole resume with the hope of dazzling who ever reads it. I know I’m dramatizing things and is more likely looking for an excuse not to tackle a task that will require me to think and be creative.
Routine is the anathema to creativity. In fact, I have grown so comfortable to the whole stay-at-home mom that I’m losing my zeal. I burrow under the warm comforts of day-to-day household chores. I don’t hope to mislead you into thinking that I’m particularly a super mom/wife but it’s…comfortable.
I’ve on and off been looking for work already. I’ve received 2 job offers and both of them never materialized. Both as a Recruiter. The first one was half a year ago right before we moved from Redwood Shores to San Diego. The second one was right before Christmas but silly me wrote a “counteroffer” which really only added a few statements that would cover my ass rightfully but I guess, the employer thought it was too much trouble to rewrite another offer letter.
Oh well! With that I say hello again to Monster, Hotjobs and maybe this time I should open my doors to more avenues of job-searching.
