things to enjoy
Autumnal things that aren't all bad.
The farmer's market down the street from me in Brooklyn Heights sold me the most perfect apples I've ever had. Seriously! I'd forgotten how good apples actually can be in the fall when they've recently and locally been picked off of TREES.
Oh, modernity.
And I've now seen two really good movies in the theater in a row. First, 49 Up, and then, more recently, Shortbus. One character, surveying the idealized Brooklyn sex club that gives the movie its name, summarizes it, exclaiming, "It's like the '60s, only with less hope!"
The whole movie is beautiful and sad, except for the ending, which delivers a musical montage of false/fleeting happiness so that you don't have to walk out crying. I was okay with it, frankly, because who needs all that weepiness. The characters have a lot of sex -- with each other, with themselves -- and it's not pornographic, interestingly, perhaps because it's in context and the characters were clearly focused on each other. It's not even hot, really.
The end is hot. A little. When people seem momentarily happy. What's hotter than that?
The farmer's market down the street from me in Brooklyn Heights sold me the most perfect apples I've ever had. Seriously! I'd forgotten how good apples actually can be in the fall when they've recently and locally been picked off of TREES.
Oh, modernity.
And I've now seen two really good movies in the theater in a row. First, 49 Up, and then, more recently, Shortbus. One character, surveying the idealized Brooklyn sex club that gives the movie its name, summarizes it, exclaiming, "It's like the '60s, only with less hope!"
The whole movie is beautiful and sad, except for the ending, which delivers a musical montage of false/fleeting happiness so that you don't have to walk out crying. I was okay with it, frankly, because who needs all that weepiness. The characters have a lot of sex -- with each other, with themselves -- and it's not pornographic, interestingly, perhaps because it's in context and the characters were clearly focused on each other. It's not even hot, really.
The end is hot. A little. When people seem momentarily happy. What's hotter than that?