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Amazing weekend, again. . . first the Mittens/Emergency Music show on Friday, which was so much fun. I was pleasantly surprised to see Season and an ex-boyfriend who is (very unpredictably) one of my closest friends now. And, as some of you already know, I've been seeing someone for the last few weeks and I think he's absolutely wonderful. I'd rather not say too much on here, but I'm very happy.
Didn't get much reading in this weekend except for an offbeat short story called "The Nimrod Flip-Out" by Etgar Keret in the latest issue of Zoetrope. It was hilarious and clever, had me underlining like crazy. I've got to read some of his books. (You can read an online version of the story here.)
Also, fell in love with Umbrellas of Cherbourg, which is unexpected because the only genre I hate more than the musical is the talking-animal movie. But it's more of an opera and, thankfully, they refrain from busting into an absurd dance routine. It's perfectly gorgeous and emotionally engaging . . . the best film for a Saturday afternoon.
Last recommendation, the ubiquitous Fahrenheit 9/11. We caught the midnight show Saturday night, and apparently a group of people were told it was sold out, though our theatre was half-empty. Conspiracy theories were batted about in the lobby, and said group were converging upon a helpless-looking concession stand worker. The explaination was a computer glich, and either it was or it wasn't. The kids had snuck in anyway, so it was the principle and either paranoia or the interactive nature of the Michael Moore phenomenon that had them rallying. I just felt bad for the poor kid behind the counter. But it was a great film. Everyone should go.
Didn't get much reading in this weekend except for an offbeat short story called "The Nimrod Flip-Out" by Etgar Keret in the latest issue of Zoetrope. It was hilarious and clever, had me underlining like crazy. I've got to read some of his books. (You can read an online version of the story here.)
Also, fell in love with Umbrellas of Cherbourg, which is unexpected because the only genre I hate more than the musical is the talking-animal movie. But it's more of an opera and, thankfully, they refrain from busting into an absurd dance routine. It's perfectly gorgeous and emotionally engaging . . . the best film for a Saturday afternoon.
Last recommendation, the ubiquitous Fahrenheit 9/11. We caught the midnight show Saturday night, and apparently a group of people were told it was sold out, though our theatre was half-empty. Conspiracy theories were batted about in the lobby, and said group were converging upon a helpless-looking concession stand worker. The explaination was a computer glich, and either it was or it wasn't. The kids had snuck in anyway, so it was the principle and either paranoia or the interactive nature of the Michael Moore phenomenon that had them rallying. I just felt bad for the poor kid behind the counter. But it was a great film. Everyone should go.