Moral Ambiguity
Last night my dad and I went out. He wanted to take me to see Munich, the new Steven Spielberg film. If anyone was considering seeing it, but wasn't sure, GO SEE IT. It was a beautiful, provocative, and didn't avoid any of the difficult questions, in fact, it pursued those questions doggedly. If only the assasins knew that the people they set out to kill were truly really evil. This movie was the performance of Eric Bana's life. I never knew he could act so well. He also makes a gorgeous Jew. GO SEE IT. If doesn't rattle your proverbial cage, then nothing will. And I'd be worried about you.
Otherwise, it was an interesting evening with my dad. After the movie we got Thai food. And it was uncomfortable, b.c. he kept looking at me in this puzzled, loving way he does, but it always makes me uncomfortable. Conversation wasn't really happening. He asked if this was perhaps a bad idea. I said no, and he said, well, what's the point if were not talking? I said, well, dad, you're not the person I thought you were, and I don't really know you anymore, and we have to rebuild our relationship from scratch. He said, well, we have a lot in common. And I told him, well, I don't know what were doing, I don't know how to go about doing this, and that I'm just going on as I feel, and that things aren't just going to magically fall into place. After that, things were more comfortable, and it was ok. It was suprisingly nice, and my dad just accepted what I said, and accepted that I still need more time, and that I still do love him, but I need more time.
Otherwise, break has been going along as it has been. I've been sleeping a lot. Going to bed sometime between 11pm-12am, and then waking up at 10am. I dunno when I developed such a capacity for so much sleep, but I've been sleeping like crazy. Maybe its just a result of boredom? Or maybe this is my adolescense catching up with me? Before my 20's, I always woke up promptly after achieving 8 hrs of sleep, and I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to. I wonder what happened. Perhaps its all the weed I've smoked in the past year of so? I dunno.
The other day my mom, bros and I went to the see The Producers. It was ok. Longgggg. Nathan Lane and Uma Thurman were great, and Matthew Broderick was a flop. I am chronically disapointed with him. The only thing he ever did well (in movies, at least) was Ferris Buller's Day Off. He's just a terribly boring actor. And even though I could tell he was trying really really hard in the movie, he was just stupid and silly and not really that funny at all. What a dissapointment. Next on the list of movies to see is Memoirs of a Geisha. My mom wants to see it, so we'll probably go together, and I know my bros will have absolutely no interest in seeing it.
In the interim--between now and going back to school--at least I have knitting, Civ IV, Senior Project, and sleeping to keep me occupied.
Otherwise, it was an interesting evening with my dad. After the movie we got Thai food. And it was uncomfortable, b.c. he kept looking at me in this puzzled, loving way he does, but it always makes me uncomfortable. Conversation wasn't really happening. He asked if this was perhaps a bad idea. I said no, and he said, well, what's the point if were not talking? I said, well, dad, you're not the person I thought you were, and I don't really know you anymore, and we have to rebuild our relationship from scratch. He said, well, we have a lot in common. And I told him, well, I don't know what were doing, I don't know how to go about doing this, and that I'm just going on as I feel, and that things aren't just going to magically fall into place. After that, things were more comfortable, and it was ok. It was suprisingly nice, and my dad just accepted what I said, and accepted that I still need more time, and that I still do love him, but I need more time.
Otherwise, break has been going along as it has been. I've been sleeping a lot. Going to bed sometime between 11pm-12am, and then waking up at 10am. I dunno when I developed such a capacity for so much sleep, but I've been sleeping like crazy. Maybe its just a result of boredom? Or maybe this is my adolescense catching up with me? Before my 20's, I always woke up promptly after achieving 8 hrs of sleep, and I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to. I wonder what happened. Perhaps its all the weed I've smoked in the past year of so? I dunno.
The other day my mom, bros and I went to the see The Producers. It was ok. Longgggg. Nathan Lane and Uma Thurman were great, and Matthew Broderick was a flop. I am chronically disapointed with him. The only thing he ever did well (in movies, at least) was Ferris Buller's Day Off. He's just a terribly boring actor. And even though I could tell he was trying really really hard in the movie, he was just stupid and silly and not really that funny at all. What a dissapointment. Next on the list of movies to see is Memoirs of a Geisha. My mom wants to see it, so we'll probably go together, and I know my bros will have absolutely no interest in seeing it.
In the interim--between now and going back to school--at least I have knitting, Civ IV, Senior Project, and sleeping to keep me occupied.