Nononono #s 21 - 28 and other stuff
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And, guess what? It's not as dramatic as zz-neena's self-cleaning meltdown, but my oven just decided to stop working. The stovetop is fine, the broiler is fine, so I won't starve (and, more important, I can have tea!), but it's annoying. I have a service appointment scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, thank goodness, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to get someone out until next week, when, of course, I'm back to work. Fortunately, I'm not doing Thanksgiving, but I am having folks over on Sunday, and I want to bake. If they can't fix the stove, I'm still okay, because everything else is either cold or done on the stovetop, and I can take a couple of folks up on their "what can I bring?" offers and say, "Dessert!"
I went tonight to see a sneak preview of Milk, the Gus Van Sant biopic of Harvey Milk with Sean Penn. I definitely recommend it, though like any biopic it leaves out a lot and collapses or elides a lot. It's really more of a political biography than any attempt to understand where Milk came from and what led him from the closeted world of corporate New York to being the leader of a nascent gay rights movement in the Castro. Van Sant does, I think, downplay some of what might be seen by some as Milk's less than admirable qualities: he could be a manipulative cuss (but then, aren't all good politicians?). But he does a good job of showing how Milk's political campaigns ultimately succeeded through his understanding and use of the old adage that "all politics is local". The cinematography is interesting, with archival news footage and recreated news footage seamlessly woven in. However, I must be getting old, because the actors who played Cleve Jones and Anne Kronenberg looked way younger than their ages at the time! For a much more in-depth biography of Milk, go read Randy Shilts' The Mayor of Castro Street
And, guess what? It's not as dramatic as zz-neena's self-cleaning meltdown, but my oven just decided to stop working. The stovetop is fine, the broiler is fine, so I won't starve (and, more important, I can have tea!), but it's annoying. I have a service appointment scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, thank goodness, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to get someone out until next week, when, of course, I'm back to work. Fortunately, I'm not doing Thanksgiving, but I am having folks over on Sunday, and I want to bake. If they can't fix the stove, I'm still okay, because everything else is either cold or done on the stovetop, and I can take a couple of folks up on their "what can I bring?" offers and say, "Dessert!"
I went tonight to see a sneak preview of Milk, the Gus Van Sant biopic of Harvey Milk with Sean Penn. I definitely recommend it, though like any biopic it leaves out a lot and collapses or elides a lot. It's really more of a political biography than any attempt to understand where Milk came from and what led him from the closeted world of corporate New York to being the leader of a nascent gay rights movement in the Castro. Van Sant does, I think, downplay some of what might be seen by some as Milk's less than admirable qualities: he could be a manipulative cuss (but then, aren't all good politicians?). But he does a good job of showing how Milk's political campaigns ultimately succeeded through his understanding and use of the old adage that "all politics is local". The cinematography is interesting, with archival news footage and recreated news footage seamlessly woven in. However, I must be getting old, because the actors who played Cleve Jones and Anne Kronenberg looked way younger than their ages at the time! For a much more in-depth biography of Milk, go read Randy Shilts' The Mayor of Castro Street