a day out of the life of
it's been a calm day. my girl didn't stay over last night, so I woke up at a decent time for the weekend. :)
i didn't find anyone to go to brunch with me so I walked up to the metro stop and had some coffee at the firehook bakery on connecticuit. what's really cool about the bakery is that out back there is a covered patio w/ a fountain in the middle. the tables ring the fountain and over-head is a trellace covered in grape vines.
i sat in a corner and felt like i was back at a coffee shop in venice for a moment. then as i looked around me i realized the grape vines could have been part of a coffee shop anywhere really. spain, central america, france.
it was pleasant and made me miss being in europe. we've had some pretty dry weather recently too, so it wasn't all that hot or humid.
i gave my bagel with egg and cheese to a homeless guy because i didn't touch it and didn't feel proper throwing it away, then i grabbed an apple at the grocery store and went to chinatown for a movie.
it was a stupid movie, but i knew it would be a stupid movie, and i just couldn't see forcing anyone else to suffer through it, even though i had enough curiousity to want to see it.
that's two stupid movies that i've gone to see even though i was pretty sure they were going to be stupid.
kung fu panda was one and don't mess with the zohan was the other.
I can say that both movies have pretty good messages towards the end, but there's a decent amount you have to filter through before you get there.
*KungFu Panda had a message that says "there is no secret ingredient" what makes you special is that you believe you are special.
that and "no, I'm not just a fat, chubby panda. I'm THE fat chubby panda!" own it. be it. embrace it. yeah!
* Don't mes with the zohan, ended with a cultural message. that there are extremists on both sides of the israli/palestinine war, and there are a lot of people in the middle who just want out, and want it to be over.
a lot of them came here, and in america we all think they are terrorists no matter what their ancestry is. there's just too much hate, and people are so eager to blame the other person for some misfortune because of the history of hate, that it doesn't matter whether or not the other person actually did it.
but leting it go, and bonding over simalarities is a good way to start working things out.
after the movie it was a walk back to my house and i got to look at the river as i walked past it again (this was one of the things I loved about living in this area when i first moved here, and it was nice to have it back)
then a short respite in bed and now i'm off to work.
i didn't find anyone to go to brunch with me so I walked up to the metro stop and had some coffee at the firehook bakery on connecticuit. what's really cool about the bakery is that out back there is a covered patio w/ a fountain in the middle. the tables ring the fountain and over-head is a trellace covered in grape vines.
i sat in a corner and felt like i was back at a coffee shop in venice for a moment. then as i looked around me i realized the grape vines could have been part of a coffee shop anywhere really. spain, central america, france.
it was pleasant and made me miss being in europe. we've had some pretty dry weather recently too, so it wasn't all that hot or humid.
i gave my bagel with egg and cheese to a homeless guy because i didn't touch it and didn't feel proper throwing it away, then i grabbed an apple at the grocery store and went to chinatown for a movie.
it was a stupid movie, but i knew it would be a stupid movie, and i just couldn't see forcing anyone else to suffer through it, even though i had enough curiousity to want to see it.
that's two stupid movies that i've gone to see even though i was pretty sure they were going to be stupid.
kung fu panda was one and don't mess with the zohan was the other.
I can say that both movies have pretty good messages towards the end, but there's a decent amount you have to filter through before you get there.
*KungFu Panda had a message that says "there is no secret ingredient" what makes you special is that you believe you are special.
that and "no, I'm not just a fat, chubby panda. I'm THE fat chubby panda!" own it. be it. embrace it. yeah!
* Don't mes with the zohan, ended with a cultural message. that there are extremists on both sides of the israli/palestinine war, and there are a lot of people in the middle who just want out, and want it to be over.
a lot of them came here, and in america we all think they are terrorists no matter what their ancestry is. there's just too much hate, and people are so eager to blame the other person for some misfortune because of the history of hate, that it doesn't matter whether or not the other person actually did it.
but leting it go, and bonding over simalarities is a good way to start working things out.
after the movie it was a walk back to my house and i got to look at the river as i walked past it again (this was one of the things I loved about living in this area when i first moved here, and it was nice to have it back)
then a short respite in bed and now i'm off to work.