The Origination of...

Vesper.

Wikipedia describes the name as a greek god from mythology also known as "Hesperos".

In Greek mythology, Hesperos (Greek Ἓσπερος (The Evening Star), sometimes latinized as Hesperus) and (H)eosphoros (Morning Star) latinized as Eosphorus (see Lucifer) are sons of the dawn goddess Eos (Roman Aurora). Hesperus' father was Cephalus, a mortal, while Eosphoros' was the star god Astraios. Hesperos Roman equivalent was Vesper. (cf. "west", direction of sunset/dusk/evening star and "east", direction of morning star/dawn/sunrise). Venus shines very bright because its dense atmosphere of carbon dioxide reflects the sunlight extremely well.

She was also immortalized as James Bond's companion on assignment in Casino Royale and I love the role she plays - wearing a dark trench coat and pantsuit the first time she meets him with an austere eye. In studying feminism in film and culture, I find this character so interesting for a Bond Girl. Indeed, she still has some of the similar traits of Girls of old, good looks and strong temperament, but she is unique. Her face appeals to me in its attraction as not a mere facade, but genuine beauty. There's something about this face and about her androgyngy that truly suits her. And perhaps it is this, complimented by her intelligence that leads me to find myself enveloped in a good sense of this Vesper, and not so unlike the Roman god, shines. She is also a complex character for good and bad, which is so intriguing.

Vesper Lynd is a pun on West Berlin. Like her namesake, the Cold War-era city of Berlin, Vesper's loyalties are split down the middle. Fleming created a cocktail recipe in the novel that Bond names after Vesper.

Not to say that I would like to put on the complete "dress" of a Vesper, with split loyalties, but I find my life neatly compartmentalized at times, through my more calculative way of dividing my emotions and enjoying come what may. Devil-may-care attitude is for the frivolous, which I would not say of myself, although I have some aspects of my personality, which surprise me sometimes. There is a window, at times, which shows me things I do and do not like. Postscript: I do like good surprises.

We're taking the day off early today at work, and it is unusual, so unusual in fact, that it actually feels a bit, may I say the word, "sinful"? Odd choice, I know, but the truth of the matter is that I have inherited some sort of worker-bee (Beebe) mentality, which provokes me to try hard, work hard, sleep less, and balance way too many tasks to handle a healthy state some of the time. So -- to reward our Marketing team at work for Q4 earnings by giving us a half-day off seems unreal. Nonetheless, truth is stranger than fiction. And, so, I will gladly take a day off for an afternoon at the movies, but I will feel a little bit unwashed, a bit like the masses who are in the "unemployment" category - a little unproductive, but perhaps a bit happier.

Quarter is Worth 1/4th A Century's Wisdom

It is quite akward the first time one begins a new project...and so I feel the same about this blog. I mainly wanted a landing page for my own thoughts as I feel I am in a unique stage than ever before in my life. Not a quarter-life crisis, but a quarter-life presence. And on the brink of turning twenty-seven, I know I am leaving the juvenile days of late since I am closer to thirty than twenty. It does not feel old, it feels appropriate. Yet, it does not feel young, either.