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As expected my ex wrote an email. Taking my advice, I have decided not to communicate with any men at all. When I called my dad for father's day he replied that he had forgotten all about it. I've added him to the list. Anyone born male is hereby barred from all communication.
Today I saw two movies.
1) La Vie en Rose. Excellent, incredible, brilliant. Also I think a nice testament to the over indulgence of our society to romanticize depression. When people are messed up it looks pretty bad, even if they sing a mean french ditty. Anyway, I've always loved Edith Piaf and it was a dazzling show. Not dazzling? The twenty 80 year olds I watched it with who kept saying, "Isn't that beautiful?" Everytime there was a song. Yes, beautiful. Now SHHHHHHHHHHH.
2) Let's get lost. This is a documentary from 1987 made by Bruce Weber whom I actually spoke to several times at an old job that involved a lot of work with photographers. This doc was great, but afterwards I sorta felt like dying. It's an incredible, beautifully shot, masterpiece (with a lot of shots of Flea...yes THAT Flea). But it depicts the effects of drugs and, I would say, self-absorption, on an incredible talent. I spent several obsessive years listening to Chet Baker and it's hard to recognize this '87 Baker with the smooth lothario of the 50s and early 60s. But there he is...behaving just like a man.
Anyway - very good. Reminder to self: Do not do speedballs OR morphine! Otherwise, live life!
I had a homework assignment for work to pick up some stuff at Sephora. I do love this work!
Also I went to the whole foods...what's with all the short men in this world and why do they have such hot girlfriends? I thought Darwin worked this shit out already.
In other news, I now weigh what I once weighed in high school. That's slightly odd. And also rather pointless.
Today I saw two movies.
1) La Vie en Rose. Excellent, incredible, brilliant. Also I think a nice testament to the over indulgence of our society to romanticize depression. When people are messed up it looks pretty bad, even if they sing a mean french ditty. Anyway, I've always loved Edith Piaf and it was a dazzling show. Not dazzling? The twenty 80 year olds I watched it with who kept saying, "Isn't that beautiful?" Everytime there was a song. Yes, beautiful. Now SHHHHHHHHHHH.
2) Let's get lost. This is a documentary from 1987 made by Bruce Weber whom I actually spoke to several times at an old job that involved a lot of work with photographers. This doc was great, but afterwards I sorta felt like dying. It's an incredible, beautifully shot, masterpiece (with a lot of shots of Flea...yes THAT Flea). But it depicts the effects of drugs and, I would say, self-absorption, on an incredible talent. I spent several obsessive years listening to Chet Baker and it's hard to recognize this '87 Baker with the smooth lothario of the 50s and early 60s. But there he is...behaving just like a man.
Anyway - very good. Reminder to self: Do not do speedballs OR morphine! Otherwise, live life!
I had a homework assignment for work to pick up some stuff at Sephora. I do love this work!
Also I went to the whole foods...what's with all the short men in this world and why do they have such hot girlfriends? I thought Darwin worked this shit out already.
In other news, I now weigh what I once weighed in high school. That's slightly odd. And also rather pointless.