on the town
Yesterday morning we visited a friend in a hospital and while we were downtown, went to a movieplex and got tickets to a sort of random one - it was an odd hour and only one movie was showing without a long wait. So we saw Convictions, a strangely distanced biopic.
[spoiler alert]
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A man is unjustly charged with homicide and his sister gets a law degree in order to re-open and defend his case, and frees him. I suppose the main problem was that there was no suspense; there would have been no story if she had not been successful.
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From the movie we went to one of my favorite stores in Boston, the Bromfield pen shop, where I got two really intriguing bottles of ink - Noodler’s “North African Violet” (a V-mail ink) and Private Reserve Sherwood Green, so dark it’s like woods in deep shade. Also got a neat present for a friend.
We wandered around town for awhile, trying a new place for dinner - Hillstone, on the edge of Faneuil Hall. Highest recommendations! It’s a little expensive, but the food and service were impeccable. Roasted artichokes! A vegetable to die for. (Well, so is roasted hemlock.)
We wandered around Faneuil Hall and were surprised to find Haymarket still open, stalls of vegetables and fish (the ice hardly melting). A bit cold and spitting rain.
Pleasant longish subway ride home. Rereading The Dispossessed, which I’ll be teaching next week. A real happiness, like spending time with an old friend. LeGuin occasionally disparaged the book as being too dense with politics. Sort of like saying Henry Miller has too much sex.
Biking home from Alewife in the rain, it was just on the edge of being too cold. Still good fall weather.
Joe
[spoiler alert]
.
.
.
A man is unjustly charged with homicide and his sister gets a law degree in order to re-open and defend his case, and frees him. I suppose the main problem was that there was no suspense; there would have been no story if she had not been successful.
.
.
.
From the movie we went to one of my favorite stores in Boston, the Bromfield pen shop, where I got two really intriguing bottles of ink - Noodler’s “North African Violet” (a V-mail ink) and Private Reserve Sherwood Green, so dark it’s like woods in deep shade. Also got a neat present for a friend.
We wandered around town for awhile, trying a new place for dinner - Hillstone, on the edge of Faneuil Hall. Highest recommendations! It’s a little expensive, but the food and service were impeccable. Roasted artichokes! A vegetable to die for. (Well, so is roasted hemlock.)
We wandered around Faneuil Hall and were surprised to find Haymarket still open, stalls of vegetables and fish (the ice hardly melting). A bit cold and spitting rain.
Pleasant longish subway ride home. Rereading The Dispossessed, which I’ll be teaching next week. A real happiness, like spending time with an old friend. LeGuin occasionally disparaged the book as being too dense with politics. Sort of like saying Henry Miller has too much sex.
Biking home from Alewife in the rain, it was just on the edge of being too cold. Still good fall weather.
Joe