watching the Torchlight Parade on TV is great because you can Google any questions that arise
Last night's foreign film was כנפיים שבורות (Knafayim Shvurot/Broken Wings), an Israeli film about a family struggling to cope with the death of their father. While I'm not sure that this was my favorite movie, as many of the French films preformed better in the aspects I associate with film as a genre, Broken Wings has, by far, the best story line. While we chose it because the back features a photograph of a man in a giant mouse suit, sitting on the subway, the description did not at all sound promising: a daughter left to care for a family while her dysfunctional mother works and her brother, dressed as a giant mouse, passes out pamphlets and espouses existentialism. The story, however depressing it may seem, is one of the strongest hope that can spring only from the deepest sorrows like a phoenix rising from the ashes1.
After spending more time than I should have conversing on Jenn's porch (something about it makes it conducive for discussions), I drove home in the grey of night that can only be created through careful placement of street lamps and neon signs still flashing "OPEN." For me, driving through Edmonds at night is like walking through a family graveyard, with each building as a tombstone that triggers a memory of how things used to be. On the right lays my high school, which consuming my waking hours for so many years. Let us step across the graves of the studio where I learned to dance and the stores where I bought my first pets. All of my associations with these locations occur in the daylight, but perhaps the nighttime best illuminates them as they are now to me-still similar in form, yet the details are fuzzily blurred. I love to go places at night because my perspective shifts; I am forced to notice things I never would have otherwise because everything differs in appearance without daylight, and other aspects I took for granted disappear.
This afternoon, I went downtown to participate in a study on bone density in young women. I really enjoy being able to contribute to Something Large and Important, but I also love interacting with the woman who is running the study, Holly. Holly is incredibly chatty, and while I know that she's just writing down notes the moment I leave the room, she brought up things about me we’d discussed at my past visit2. I need to find more opportunities to interact with strangers because it is strangely energizing to have positive interactions with strangers.
Meme from bondchick_nett: Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
1) Clearly, I am still unable to avoid Harry Potter references in daily life...
2) Plus, she let me keep the pair of scrubs I wore, so she wins herself a gold star sticker.
After spending more time than I should have conversing on Jenn's porch (something about it makes it conducive for discussions), I drove home in the grey of night that can only be created through careful placement of street lamps and neon signs still flashing "OPEN." For me, driving through Edmonds at night is like walking through a family graveyard, with each building as a tombstone that triggers a memory of how things used to be. On the right lays my high school, which consuming my waking hours for so many years. Let us step across the graves of the studio where I learned to dance and the stores where I bought my first pets. All of my associations with these locations occur in the daylight, but perhaps the nighttime best illuminates them as they are now to me-still similar in form, yet the details are fuzzily blurred. I love to go places at night because my perspective shifts; I am forced to notice things I never would have otherwise because everything differs in appearance without daylight, and other aspects I took for granted disappear.
This afternoon, I went downtown to participate in a study on bone density in young women. I really enjoy being able to contribute to Something Large and Important, but I also love interacting with the woman who is running the study, Holly. Holly is incredibly chatty, and while I know that she's just writing down notes the moment I leave the room, she brought up things about me we’d discussed at my past visit2. I need to find more opportunities to interact with strangers because it is strangely energizing to have positive interactions with strangers.
Meme from bondchick_nett: Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
1) Clearly, I am still unable to avoid Harry Potter references in daily life...
2) Plus, she let me keep the pair of scrubs I wore, so she wins herself a gold star sticker.