"that woman speaks eighteen languages and can't say "no" in any of them."
These past few days have been amazing.
I've been watching many films.
Melinda & Melinda was really entertaining, typical Woody Allen (the familiarity - Django Reinhardt music, NY's Upper East Side, Intellectual/Philosophical references- was part of the charm). I think I most liked the premise: the interpretation of the same anecdote, as a comedy and as a tragedy. Fun, at any rate, though Johnny Lee Miller, in his few minutes on screen, was particularly awful.
The Adventures of Baron Munchausen was ridiculously good, as per usual, though I was admittedly paying less attention than usual. Which was more than fine, and I really do know half the lines from having seen it so many times before. "A modicum of snuff can be most efficacious." Indeed. Sneezes are fantastic.
Then yesterday I saw some film I cannot possibly recall, followed by the beginning of a very bad Garcia Bernal film (he speaks a particularly wretched accented English), and then Shattered Glass, which was really good/painful. Methinks it is the sort of film that is particularly numbing to watch if you've ever lied and gotten caught, especially by a teacher...that's exactly what it felt like. Oh, and it makes you terrified of becoming a journalist. I'm undeterred, but I'm sure I'll think of it, if ever I feel too tired to double-check a source or a quote.
And I've had Sushi for dinner during the past two nights: Monday's was really good, whereas yesterday's was not-so-much- all you can eat ("is generally not the best bet for healthful sustenance," he said / “hardly,” he retorted, “but neither is…eh…pony”), though it was with Xabi and Rocio and Mater & the conversation was fascinating enough (swayed between Brokeback Mountain to an inquisition over whether I was having something with long-since-settled-Ali). Monday felt like there wasn't anyone in the world around, partially because we went out to dinner pseudo-later (9-ish?) and partially because it was the day after New Years Day, and I theorize that many people were home, nursing really extended hangovers or stretched wallets. And Munchausen and dinner and walks [D.A.R. tree, Salvador Park, and talks and sneezes were all quite good and nice and delightful. And I like remembering the same exact thing from books that I want to find once again
And then yesterday was delightful recovering from everything day as well, and that was good, too. Relaxed and calm and just generally quite good. I've actually been using the Fisher-Price record player quite a bit lately; I've been painting, and generally I need some sort of distracting music or sound while I'm doing so [conversations: not so good - I feel the need to make eye-contact and I don't focus, save if it's something that requires eye-contact like a portrait] - the internet connection to NPR kept failing, so I plugged in the record player and started blasting away the Magic Flute record I bought in Dresden, and it is actually quite good (I knew this, but I had forgotten) - point in case, is was mildly entertaining to be drawing and reaching the realization that I understood what they were singing in half of the arias. And then I actually called the Germans, as it was Dominique's birthday, and that was fun, too. Apparently there's an enormous Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte waiting for me (and I really want to try to make it at some point in Madrid, perhaps when Maddy comes, since she actually knows how to cook) and I think I inadvertently invited them to Madrid, and we'll see how that all develops, and that's all fun.
And...I think I may have just injured a cat. And I'm not at all pleased [by this]. In fact, I'm a bit distraught. My grandmother [paternal] was amazing at rejecting them. Even Justin was fairly good (albeit inept in dissuading the cat from returning, or taking it with him). But I think I may have only succeeded in seriously discomforting it, and even though it was fine enough to dash away, I'm really a bit concerned. I hope it's alright. I need a shower. And some sleep.
And then, tomorrow: the wonder of Anna. And the wonder of switching campaigns. Gears even.
(Smacks head, goes to shower.)
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