sunday sunday.
funny, how i can't write that word without doubling it up -- i blame love of 90's brit pop & blur for that. not sure what i can blame my addiction to honey wheat pretzels on, though. i guess on myself, since i bought the bag. discovered them in the vending machine at taxi in new york, where they cost a mere 30 cents. cheap loving, i tell you.
and now, i sit stuffing away in my toronto kitchen. dreaming of anywhere but here. i know, i know - it sounds like ungrateful teenage dissatisfaction, but it's not! it's ungrateful adult dissastisfaction.
it might be the sharp and bitter wind, which threw a patio chair in my path when i went out to get a coffee. or the fact that i had a to-do list today, and have yet to do any of the to dos i had planned to. my mind is too cluttered to be productive i guess. or perhaps it's still pondering the film i saw yesterday. i have not been able to get it out of my mind - and that is quite a feat for a film, especially nowadays when blockbusters go in one glazed eye and out the other. it was called "the lives of others" - a german film about the stasi in 1984, and one operative in particular, who is assigned to eavesdrop on a playwright & his actress girlfriend. as he listens to the inner workings of their lives, he softens. spectacular, spectacular movie. ulrich muhe's performance was stunning. i almost want to watch it again today.
i enjoy the experience of going to films alone. any brief moment of shame as you shuffle in sheepishly, is erased the minute you remember that it's great to go see something without having to have the "what do you want to see", "i don't know what do You want to see" discussion - and so your shuffle becomes prouder, and you settle in comfortably for a few hours of intimacy between a story and your mind. and maybe a bag of skittles.
funny, how i can't write that word without doubling it up -- i blame love of 90's brit pop & blur for that. not sure what i can blame my addiction to honey wheat pretzels on, though. i guess on myself, since i bought the bag. discovered them in the vending machine at taxi in new york, where they cost a mere 30 cents. cheap loving, i tell you.
and now, i sit stuffing away in my toronto kitchen. dreaming of anywhere but here. i know, i know - it sounds like ungrateful teenage dissatisfaction, but it's not! it's ungrateful adult dissastisfaction.
it might be the sharp and bitter wind, which threw a patio chair in my path when i went out to get a coffee. or the fact that i had a to-do list today, and have yet to do any of the to dos i had planned to. my mind is too cluttered to be productive i guess. or perhaps it's still pondering the film i saw yesterday. i have not been able to get it out of my mind - and that is quite a feat for a film, especially nowadays when blockbusters go in one glazed eye and out the other. it was called "the lives of others" - a german film about the stasi in 1984, and one operative in particular, who is assigned to eavesdrop on a playwright & his actress girlfriend. as he listens to the inner workings of their lives, he softens. spectacular, spectacular movie. ulrich muhe's performance was stunning. i almost want to watch it again today.
i enjoy the experience of going to films alone. any brief moment of shame as you shuffle in sheepishly, is erased the minute you remember that it's great to go see something without having to have the "what do you want to see", "i don't know what do You want to see" discussion - and so your shuffle becomes prouder, and you settle in comfortably for a few hours of intimacy between a story and your mind. and maybe a bag of skittles.
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