No good excuses really for the blogging absence. The bummer is I kept thinking of things to write and then I didn't so now those things are gone and all that's left to talk about is what sits on my brain today.
The new apartment. LOVE it. Pictures are forthcoming soon. I've got everything squared away but the bedroom, so I'm thinking I'll take pictures now. Leaving the stack of boxes in the corner not to be seen.
My bedroom (and the entire apt) gets a lot of light, and as someone who is much more comfortable in a dark, blinds drawn, enviro, I'm learning to embrace it. The morning sunlight wakes me up pretty early and I relish the moment of looking at the time and knowing I can go back to sleep for a little bit.
This morning, going back to sleep led me into some weird nightmarish dream wherein I got pulled over and the cop gave me all these weird tickets. I got one for "braking." I got one for "doing something to the lunch lady." (?) I think there was a third one too. And all of them were for like $1100. The weird(er?) thing was that I didn't get a ticket for drugs and paraphernalia. (I guess the weirdEST thing was that I had those things in my car. But it WASN'T my car. It was my "uncle's" porsche. I'm not sure which uncle tho as I was unaware ANY of my uncles carried cocaine or currently drove a porsche.) Like I said. WEIRD. What does it mean? And what the heck does a lunch lady have to do with it? There may have been a paint scaffolding involved. I kid you not. So I woke up (LATE) all weirdly upset, and while driving to work saw a cop pulled over on the side of the road and got a panicky feeling...
Didn't you miss me and my stories?
Things I've enjoyed since I've been gone...
1. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. I don't know that I've loved Woody Allen this much since Annie Hall.
2. Delancey Street Movers.
3. An interview with Kiefer Sutherland.
4. Walks in my new hood.
5. My 10(!) yo nephew Nedro getting his own cellphone and unlimited texting capabilities.
6. 4 months, 3 weeks, 2 days. Not an easy mood-lifting movie to watch, but a good one.
7. The Olympics. Dear NBC, When people who don't enjoy sports are suddenly obsessed with watching them on tv and have emotional reactions to crazy triumphs (fingertip finish!), you have achieved something. Shoutouts to Lauren (aka Sparkles) who's in China working at the Games; Nicole B., whose "did you see that?" "are you watching this??" and "i'm totally crying right now!" texts make me feel less alone in my obsession; and of course, Uncle Bob.
I'll probably think of other things, but those will do for now.
Things you'll probably hear more about soon:
Sue Monk Kidd's "The Mermaid Chair." I'm currently reading it. Proximity to the library rocks.
Outside Lands Festival. This weekend. San Francisco. Hell to the yes.
Toronto. I leave two weeks from Wednesday. 11 days in Canada. I heart film festivals.