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   In the past the thought of a film adaption of a novel brought so much joy to my heart that I could barely contain the excitement. I hoped that by seeing my favorite characters brought to life on screen people like my sister, who did not enjoy reading, would be able to understand my love for the novels. Movie after movie was a disappointment. Ella Enchanted, “O”, Harry Potter, Cruel Intentions, The Joy Luck Club, North Country, Apocalypse Now, To Kill a Mockingbird, etc. I either found myself whispering “that never happened”, or “I promise it was much cooler in the book”. Frankly my heart could not take it anymore. I stopped hoping and learned to expect the worst.

 As some of you from our class know, I had originally planned to write a more ‘Choose-your-own-adventure’ style narrative as a conversation with William James, with several different choices leading to different outcomes, depending upon which philosophical direction the readers’ conversations with him took. However, due to my own difficulty grappling with and understanding his texts, I (and our Professor Anne) decided that this was perhaps too ambitious a project for me to successfully complete, so I scaled back quite a bit, and ended up with a one-way conversation with Mr. William James (yes, not quite as exciting as three-way, I know…).

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Presenting: Memory

“We can call a book that emphasizes the who over the what—the shown over the summed, the found over the known, the recent over the historical, the emotional over the reasoned—a memoir.” –Larson, Memoir and the Memoirist. “A discovery which then becomes the story.”

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“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”

Mary Oliver

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A Spanish proverb says that “the belly rules the mind”.

Fat on the Belly: Whose Business?

Deep fried chicken, hamburger, ice cream, cake… After eating in America for seven months, I found myself in a body weight crisis for the first time in my life. Before coming to America, I’ve never worried about my body weight or diet – though my appetite seemed to be a bit better than most other women, my body weight stayed relatively stable. “You are just like everyone from your dad’s family, staying thin even when eating a lot.” My mom always commented. But this time, even my dad’s chromosomes can’t save me from picking up fat on my belly.