— I saw Kinsey<\/i>. I’ll write more about it later. You know who I liked the most, surprisingly? Laura Linney. Not really wacky about her acting in general, but she was terrific in this movie. HOWEVER, no one can hold a candle to the one-scene-cameo at the very end of the movie by Lynn Redgrave. Oh. My. God. It’s underplayed, it’s completely real, it feels like you’re watching a documentary. And not only that … but it moved me to tears. The rest of the movie kind of left me cold, I didn’t really care about any of those people, even though the topic itself is of great interest to me. It felt like a survey course, like Psych 103, or something. Too general. But Lynn Redgrave’s monologue at the end? Tears ran down my face. Bravo. I’ll probably babble on about the movie later when I have a bit more time. You know, my typical obsessive thing that I do.<\/p>\n
— Horrible dreams lately. Horrible. HORRIBLE. I wake up feeling like I’ve been beaten about the psyche. Yuck. Something’s going on.<\/p>\n
— The weather has been unseasonably warm here, and also very wet. Every day I walk outside to a light drizzle, the steps damp in the morning air. The wind is soft and moist, and I can hear birds chirping in the dawn. It’s January<\/i>. I literally do not know what the heck is going on with this weather. This morning, I walked out of my apartment. Again, greeted by the mild wet air. Looked to my right (morning ritual) and saw a thick white mist filling the space between Manhattan and my cliff-dwelling. It was like my cliff was floating on the edge of nothingness. Manhattan disappeared behind the white. Odd.<\/p>\n
— This post <\/a>about Derek Lowe is so perfect. It reflects my own feelings about that guy. So strangely unreliable, and emotional<\/i>, like a head case, with the pink spots on the cheeks, and the stressed-out exhales … but then suddenly … genius erupts. This quote from the post says it best: “Yeah, there was something infuriating about the way he’d unravel like a sweater before our eyes, and the way he looked as if he was receiving messages from a distant space station when he should have been focusing on his catcher. But, remarkably, he could always slip into the big pants when we needed him most.” Exactly.<\/p>\n — Of course, I started “the correspondence” last night. I get this weird lump of pride in my throat when I read the prose, the ideas, the concerns of “those guys”. It’s terrific stuff, and when I get further into it, I’ll be posting some stuff from it. <\/p>\n — I miss my friends. I miss my family. I’ve been too much of a hermit lately. Too many cobwebs in the brain. Need to get out into the world more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" — I saw Kinsey. I’ll write more about it later. You know who I liked the most, surprisingly? Laura Linney. Not really wacky about her acting in general, but she was terrific in this movie. HOWEVER, no one can hold … Continue reading