— I have now graduated in my life to a higher thread count. I have been living for years with kinda scratchy low-thread-count sheets, because I never wanted to spend the money for the higher thread-count. But after rolling around in Allison’s bed a couple weeks ago, and glorying in the SOFTNESS of those SHEETS … I figured that I was no longer willing to scrimp on the thread-count. I now have the softest bestest most scrumptious-est sheets ever. Going to sleep is a newfound pleasure.
— I’m reading Orwell’s Collection of Essays
— I watched Shopgirl the other night and ended up crying myself to sleep. Literally – like Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give. I have no idea if it really is that powerful or if it’s just my mindset right now – no way to tell. It cut me to the core. I thought it was a tremendously moving and serious film. During the opening shots – which is a helicopter shot of LA from above – long, slow, and very very “omniscent” – that was the word that came to me. It was like God looking down, indifferent to all of us. Anyway, as I watched the opening of the film, knowing that this was going to be a small story, a delicate 3-way story … I thought to myself, “This camera stuff is a bit ponderous and omniscent for a story like this one …” Two minutes later, Steve Martin’s voice over comes in: “I think for Mirabelle, we need to find an omniscent narrator …” or something like that. So the omniscence I sensed was appropriate. I felt really smart. That was the point of that story. How smart I felt.
— Every year I say to myself: “Make sure you avoid the city on the day of the Puerto Rican parade!” It’s the worst parade of the year. Sorry, Puerto Ricans. Glad you’re proud of yourselves! Your parade SUCKS. It’s the WORST. But every. single. year I forget and I find myself in, like, Times Square, right in the middle of it. It’s so annoying. This year was no different. I really need to remember next year – put it in my calendar or something so I stay OFF THE ISLAND that day.
— Hard to believe that this is actually real, and not air-brushed. So so gorgeous.
I’m going to add a random comment here that does not match the tone of this post, but it just happened this morning (and I can’t e-mail you from school – but I can comment…strange):
I walked out of my office to hear this conversation at the lockers:
Girl one: “…but WHAT are cankles?”
Girl two: “fat ankles!”
hahahahahahaha so awful!!!
//That was the point of that story. How smart I felt. //
lol awesome
beth – hahahaha I realized as I was writing it how obnoxious I sounded so I figured I would acknowledge it.
LOOK HOW SMART I AM.
heh heh
I rented “Shopgirl” Sunday night, but still haven’t watched it. Must make haste!
I’ve been slowly working my through Orwell’s essays (I have the Everyman Library collection that has everything) and just finished the Dickens essay. Amazing stuff.
tracey –
sniff sniff …
I took that movie personally. It seemed to be speaking directly to me.
And I’m usually not crazy about Steve Martin when he tries to be serious – but I thought he was lovely in this film.
Dan – yeah, your comment a week or so ago made me finally pick them up.
His images from his childhood and the horrors of that boarding school are just – awful. Just – those people are EVIL!!
I enjoyed Shopgirl very much. It’s just so damn easy to allow the events of our past to prevent us from seeing clearly in the present. It is a serious movie, maybe even moreso than I realized immediately after seeing it. It has definitely stayed with me over time…
Without throwing any spoilers out there… the scene toward the end when Claire Danes is in the foyer putting on her shoes and Steve Martin makes the offhand joke about his new apartment? Wow. I burst into tears, to the horror of my husband, who just thought we were watching a nice little movie. I’ve had that conversation. I could practically feel the breath being knocked out of poor Claire!
ak – I know exactly what you are talking about. That one moment was like a punch in the gut.
Sorry, Puerto Ricans. Glad you’re proud of yourselves! Your parade SUCKS. It’s the WORST.
YOU CRACK ME UP!!!!!
Sorry, Puerto Ricans. Glad you’re proud of yourselves! Your parade SUCKS. It’s the WORST.
YOU CRACK ME UP!!!!!