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It's been a long weeek and a long time since my words dirtied the pages of m39. I'm thinking that Steffi's departure for Germany (back on the 14th) and, thus, an empty townhouse to return home to have been inspiration to keep busy. The cat's a comfort and consolation, but sometime's our occasional "talks" aren't really enough. While I think I've got Trinity's lingo down (need a more trilled, less gutteral "r" on the "mrrrow"), she hasn't quite gotten the knack for either German or English.
Just a quick list of activities since last weekend:
Watched a whole bushel of movies in the last couple of days. With all the students away on Spring Break last week, I was able to snag three movies from the Undergraduate Library. The Howling, Unfaithful, and Velvet Goldmine were all pretty decent films, so I have to give my self a couple of thumbs up for their selection. I need to do a little research on VG because it may have been loosely based on the life of David Bowie and his alter glam-rock ego, Ziggy Stardust. Ewan McGregor was as gritty as ultra coarse sandpaper and the lead (the soccer coach from Bend it Like Beckham) a deft, Bowie-esque gender bender. Should watch that one again.
A friend loaned me Collateral, which I watched and enjoyed last night. Have to say that (sue me) I really like Jamie Foxx and his roles. Just not sure how his cab driver role could have gone as long as it did without the character snapping just two or three murders earlier. And tonight, that same friend and I went to see Million Dollar Baby at the atmospheric Carolina Theater. Depressing, as expected, but I wasn't nearly as emotionally moved by the piece's conclusion as I was by the sheer brutality of boxing.
Monday night was spent at a "lecture" -- more like a performance -- by Anna Deavere Smith, an actress (and activist?) who appears rather frequently in the series The West Wing and has also had roles in "political" films like The American President and Dave. Apparently she spent a lot of her earlier years roaming around and getting to know America, recording hundreds of interviews with everyday people -- folks whose verbal style and dispositions she's learned to imitate. Her "set" consisted of about nine or ten monologues (one dialog, too) in which she would act out, verbatim, a favorite speech from one of her favorite interview subjects. Each of those little speeches dealt with the concepts of Truth and Lies and how one might personally negotiate each. Ms. Smith had a small, but captive audience and even took questions after an impressively high-energy show.
Ach, the yawns are setting in, so I'm going to have to cut this short. Otherwise, I'd have regaled the World Wide Web with fantastic stories about having viewed Con Air over at Jacques' on Tuesday night, gone to Weaver Street for an unbelievably rich Vegan Chocolate Cookie with more friends Wednesday after work, or seeing MDB tonight (also with Jacques) in one of Chapel Hill's two indie theaters. (There simply aren't enough gold-plated dental fixtures in the world to covince me to step into a ring with Hillary Swank.)
Alrighty then. As the Germans would say, ich bin KO or "I'm wiped out."
Just a quick list of activities since last weekend:
Watched a whole bushel of movies in the last couple of days. With all the students away on Spring Break last week, I was able to snag three movies from the Undergraduate Library. The Howling, Unfaithful, and Velvet Goldmine were all pretty decent films, so I have to give my self a couple of thumbs up for their selection. I need to do a little research on VG because it may have been loosely based on the life of David Bowie and his alter glam-rock ego, Ziggy Stardust. Ewan McGregor was as gritty as ultra coarse sandpaper and the lead (the soccer coach from Bend it Like Beckham) a deft, Bowie-esque gender bender. Should watch that one again.
A friend loaned me Collateral, which I watched and enjoyed last night. Have to say that (sue me) I really like Jamie Foxx and his roles. Just not sure how his cab driver role could have gone as long as it did without the character snapping just two or three murders earlier. And tonight, that same friend and I went to see Million Dollar Baby at the atmospheric Carolina Theater. Depressing, as expected, but I wasn't nearly as emotionally moved by the piece's conclusion as I was by the sheer brutality of boxing.
Monday night was spent at a "lecture" -- more like a performance -- by Anna Deavere Smith, an actress (and activist?) who appears rather frequently in the series The West Wing and has also had roles in "political" films like The American President and Dave. Apparently she spent a lot of her earlier years roaming around and getting to know America, recording hundreds of interviews with everyday people -- folks whose verbal style and dispositions she's learned to imitate. Her "set" consisted of about nine or ten monologues (one dialog, too) in which she would act out, verbatim, a favorite speech from one of her favorite interview subjects. Each of those little speeches dealt with the concepts of Truth and Lies and how one might personally negotiate each. Ms. Smith had a small, but captive audience and even took questions after an impressively high-energy show.
Ach, the yawns are setting in, so I'm going to have to cut this short. Otherwise, I'd have regaled the World Wide Web with fantastic stories about having viewed Con Air over at Jacques' on Tuesday night, gone to Weaver Street for an unbelievably rich Vegan Chocolate Cookie with more friends Wednesday after work, or seeing MDB tonight (also with Jacques) in one of Chapel Hill's two indie theaters. (There simply aren't enough gold-plated dental fixtures in the world to covince me to step into a ring with Hillary Swank.)
Alrighty then. As the Germans would say, ich bin KO or "I'm wiped out."
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