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Dec. 6th, 2006 11:14 amAmazingly, I got all my work done last night.
So here's my review of Blood Diamond: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976855058
and the reading: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976854982
Neither is really how I like to write about things for here, so I will sort of tell you how this structured into my day, as it conveys somethingmore about both events.
Blood Diamond was first, and I'm unused to going to these movies without someone (usually Kali). It was so violent though, I actually felt glad she wasn't there eventhough she generally has a stronger constitution than me. It's just that sort of movie -- you want to protect people from it. Unfortunately though, this meant I was next to the usual bevy or rude or crazy SAG/WGA people who talk through the whole movie. Well, not quite the whole movie, because the woman in front of me freaked in the first ten minutes and left, and the couple next to me freaked in the last ten minutes and left. Folks, if you're going to a screening of a film through your professional arts guild or union how about you BEHAVE as these are your coleagues, both sitting next to you and up on that screen?
Then I went to visit my mother, who works at Tiffany & Co. So that was a little weird, being amongst the diamonds after the diamonds are evil movie. She kept asking me if I was okay. Duh, it's cold out and I cried a lot in the movie.
Then I shopped (but purchased nothing) a bit on 5th Avenue. Saw some holiday present possibilities but was incapable of making any firm decisions. Then I went to St. Pat's -- oi, I forogt it's the Season! That was a little much, but at least in winter I don't have to be horrified by people wearing tube tops and short short short short shorts. Unless you're one of those partiularly graphic painted statues of the saints suffering in Europe, I shouldn't be able to see your pubic hair in church. I have to say, of all the nonsense I've seen in synagogues, I at least never see the bad attire one.
Then I went to Risotteria for gluten-free food while continuing to read The Vinterner's Luck. There was a poster I saw on the train the other day. Some relgiious book about being happy. One of the steps was "applying the pressure of patience." This struck me as sort of passive agressive and obnoxious to the self and everyone around it (as I'm not patience), but I also sort of grokked it. But it's a fantastic descriptor of this book, that really, i am certain i am not breathing when I read. It's quite a thing, but since it involve queer stuff between a dude and an angel, hey, any description I give of it, is going to sound lame, which is a pity. Also a pity, out of print here, but used copies are easy to find online.
And then it was off to the reading with Edie, Kali and Daniel. It was giddy fun. We ran into Rose, as I suppose one does at such events, and I felt bad I hadn't yet read the Novik books as I really would have liked to participate in the giddyness of both portions of the evening. I am rolling around a strange theatrical idea/premise/lark /something in my head, and when I can articulate it precisely in three sentences or less I shall do so.
And the rest you know, other than the part where getting off the subway I got so wrapped up in trying to talk instantaneously logistics with Kali and Daniel that I forgot to say goodbye to Edie and then ran back onto the subway and shouted "Goodbye Edie, I love you!" at the top of my lungs. Those of you wh have known me for years are thinking Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Racheline?.
Today: Fencing. Or rather, fencing with menstrual cramps (which is still better than fencing with PMS). Poor Lady Katherine, I bet there aren't even tampons in her City.
So here's my review of Blood Diamond: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976855058
and the reading: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976854982
Neither is really how I like to write about things for here, so I will sort of tell you how this structured into my day, as it conveys somethingmore about both events.
Blood Diamond was first, and I'm unused to going to these movies without someone (usually Kali). It was so violent though, I actually felt glad she wasn't there eventhough she generally has a stronger constitution than me. It's just that sort of movie -- you want to protect people from it. Unfortunately though, this meant I was next to the usual bevy or rude or crazy SAG/WGA people who talk through the whole movie. Well, not quite the whole movie, because the woman in front of me freaked in the first ten minutes and left, and the couple next to me freaked in the last ten minutes and left. Folks, if you're going to a screening of a film through your professional arts guild or union how about you BEHAVE as these are your coleagues, both sitting next to you and up on that screen?
Then I went to visit my mother, who works at Tiffany & Co. So that was a little weird, being amongst the diamonds after the diamonds are evil movie. She kept asking me if I was okay. Duh, it's cold out and I cried a lot in the movie.
Then I shopped (but purchased nothing) a bit on 5th Avenue. Saw some holiday present possibilities but was incapable of making any firm decisions. Then I went to St. Pat's -- oi, I forogt it's the Season! That was a little much, but at least in winter I don't have to be horrified by people wearing tube tops and short short short short shorts. Unless you're one of those partiularly graphic painted statues of the saints suffering in Europe, I shouldn't be able to see your pubic hair in church. I have to say, of all the nonsense I've seen in synagogues, I at least never see the bad attire one.
Then I went to Risotteria for gluten-free food while continuing to read The Vinterner's Luck. There was a poster I saw on the train the other day. Some relgiious book about being happy. One of the steps was "applying the pressure of patience." This struck me as sort of passive agressive and obnoxious to the self and everyone around it (as I'm not patience), but I also sort of grokked it. But it's a fantastic descriptor of this book, that really, i am certain i am not breathing when I read. It's quite a thing, but since it involve queer stuff between a dude and an angel, hey, any description I give of it, is going to sound lame, which is a pity. Also a pity, out of print here, but used copies are easy to find online.
And then it was off to the reading with Edie, Kali and Daniel. It was giddy fun. We ran into Rose, as I suppose one does at such events, and I felt bad I hadn't yet read the Novik books as I really would have liked to participate in the giddyness of both portions of the evening. I am rolling around a strange theatrical idea/premise/lark /something in my head, and when I can articulate it precisely in three sentences or less I shall do so.
And the rest you know, other than the part where getting off the subway I got so wrapped up in trying to talk instantaneously logistics with Kali and Daniel that I forgot to say goodbye to Edie and then ran back onto the subway and shouted "Goodbye Edie, I love you!" at the top of my lungs. Those of you wh have known me for years are thinking Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Racheline?.
Today: Fencing. Or rather, fencing with menstrual cramps (which is still better than fencing with PMS). Poor Lady Katherine, I bet there aren't even tampons in her City.
