emotional whirlwind
Today was supposed to be a brief get-a-way to michigan to lie on the sand and camp on a dune overlooking
Lake Michigan, one of those rare Sat only bookings which you don't score often. we awoke and it was raining, with the forecast only predicting more rain so we canceled still having to pay $27 for 2 sites even though it was just me and Broqued who were going. It was not the end of the world. I made the most of it. It would be a day with B and we could go see a matinee and have breakfast! We opened up the morning with a nice sex session which put a spring in our step, went to West River Cafe (our neighborhood staple) and while i anxiously texted folks to see who I could find to be my date for square dancing (to no avail. broqued wouldn't go as much as I pleaded), we sipped coffee and read a horrifying article in the Tribune about a cousin of one of the Jena six who was tased by a cop nine times after already being handcuffed, leaving him dead. Nothing out of the ordinary. The news. Racist society we live in. Corrupt police. (Foreshadowing?) Let's go to the movie! I was game. Why not? I liked the last Batman and I had read something about how Heith had a hard time shaking off his Joker character when he was done filming. Psychological interest? Indeed.
We had about 20 minutes, so we stopped by an antique warehouse place on Kedzie which was like walking into another world. I found an old black iron magazine rack - B and I have been looking for the perfect magazine rack, so I bought it on sale for 20 percent off. Then, we drove to the Davis and found our way to a matinee of The Dark Knight. Now, i knew it was going to be a thriller with hi-tech appeal and such, but i think i've realized that these type of hollywood movies just aren't for me. My blood starts to boil and i squirm in my seat and can't stand watching explosives and simulated killings and vilians practically come back from the dead. Even though there was no actual blood shed (as B pointed out) it's still the physchologcial effect that desensitizes the viewer and has somehow made the chase interesting to watch for at least an hour if not more of the movie! Alright already. It kept going and going.. I know, I know - It's Batman. What did I expect? I'm not sure exactly. All i know is that my mood turned 360 degrees. I was so damn crabby and upset that I swore that The Dark Knight will probably be my last hollywood big thriller movie in the theater. It's just not enjoyable for me even if it was filmed in Chicago. It really drug me down.. so much so that i didn't want to go out, to see anyone. Instead, I went for a jog in the my local park, made the dinner we were going to cook over a campfire on the grill, and calmed down, over a story written by an undocumented Latino construction worker in Southern California published in 'The Sun,' as the day turned to dusk.
Lake Michigan, one of those rare Sat only bookings which you don't score often. we awoke and it was raining, with the forecast only predicting more rain so we canceled still having to pay $27 for 2 sites even though it was just me and Broqued who were going. It was not the end of the world. I made the most of it. It would be a day with B and we could go see a matinee and have breakfast! We opened up the morning with a nice sex session which put a spring in our step, went to West River Cafe (our neighborhood staple) and while i anxiously texted folks to see who I could find to be my date for square dancing (to no avail. broqued wouldn't go as much as I pleaded), we sipped coffee and read a horrifying article in the Tribune about a cousin of one of the Jena six who was tased by a cop nine times after already being handcuffed, leaving him dead. Nothing out of the ordinary. The news. Racist society we live in. Corrupt police. (Foreshadowing?) Let's go to the movie! I was game. Why not? I liked the last Batman and I had read something about how Heith had a hard time shaking off his Joker character when he was done filming. Psychological interest? Indeed.
We had about 20 minutes, so we stopped by an antique warehouse place on Kedzie which was like walking into another world. I found an old black iron magazine rack - B and I have been looking for the perfect magazine rack, so I bought it on sale for 20 percent off. Then, we drove to the Davis and found our way to a matinee of The Dark Knight. Now, i knew it was going to be a thriller with hi-tech appeal and such, but i think i've realized that these type of hollywood movies just aren't for me. My blood starts to boil and i squirm in my seat and can't stand watching explosives and simulated killings and vilians practically come back from the dead. Even though there was no actual blood shed (as B pointed out) it's still the physchologcial effect that desensitizes the viewer and has somehow made the chase interesting to watch for at least an hour if not more of the movie! Alright already. It kept going and going.. I know, I know - It's Batman. What did I expect? I'm not sure exactly. All i know is that my mood turned 360 degrees. I was so damn crabby and upset that I swore that The Dark Knight will probably be my last hollywood big thriller movie in the theater. It's just not enjoyable for me even if it was filmed in Chicago. It really drug me down.. so much so that i didn't want to go out, to see anyone. Instead, I went for a jog in the my local park, made the dinner we were going to cook over a campfire on the grill, and calmed down, over a story written by an undocumented Latino construction worker in Southern California published in 'The Sun,' as the day turned to dusk.