I'm feeling completely self-possessed, confident and happy -- wait, maybe I shouldn't examine this, just enjoy it rather.
Despite going to bed after 4 am, this morning I woke up in time to go to an early matinee of Good Night, and Good Luck. Autumn here makes one feel alive. I enjoyed walking to the movie theatre, watching people dressed in sweaters out walking together, the perfect temperature, feeling of community and light for walking.
I recommend Good Night, and Good Luck, a movie about Edward R. Murrow and the courageous broadcast journalism at CBS during the McCarthy era. I was surprised to see that George Clooney cowrote the screenplay along with directing and acting in it. Aside from being absolutely droolworthy (even disguised as heavysmoking, pouchy eyed newsman Fred Friendly in this movie) the man has talent and intelligence to spare.
I wandered over to my favourite local bookstore after the movie and picked up three books: Two Solitudes by Hugh Maclennan, The Way by Swann's by Marcel Proust, and One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Now if I ever make my way through the twisted back alleys of Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, I look forward to reading these new treats.
On the way home I stopped by a local hiking outfitters and picked up a 1litre widemouthed water bottle, part of my commitment to drink more water while vegging around my apartment. The walk back was even more enjoyable than the walk out, the light slanting late fall afternoon low and the air filled with laughter and the happiness of a tiny old couple, besweatered and holding hands.
Now I'm sipping coffee outta my cooler than cool black Nightmare Before Christmas mug that surlyclown got me. It's not one of my usual sad Sundays. I don't want the afternoon to end.
Soundtrack to my bliss: Hush Little Robot by Bruce Haack. I'm getting a science lesson I can bop along too.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you the most delicious thing: my cabbie on Friday night told me his previous fare was a guy he picked up from a downtown hotel, who gave him cash up front and asked him to drive around while he worked off a hangover. They drove around for hours.
Despite going to bed after 4 am, this morning I woke up in time to go to an early matinee of Good Night, and Good Luck. Autumn here makes one feel alive. I enjoyed walking to the movie theatre, watching people dressed in sweaters out walking together, the perfect temperature, feeling of community and light for walking.
I recommend Good Night, and Good Luck, a movie about Edward R. Murrow and the courageous broadcast journalism at CBS during the McCarthy era. I was surprised to see that George Clooney cowrote the screenplay along with directing and acting in it. Aside from being absolutely droolworthy (even disguised as heavysmoking, pouchy eyed newsman Fred Friendly in this movie) the man has talent and intelligence to spare.
I wandered over to my favourite local bookstore after the movie and picked up three books: Two Solitudes by Hugh Maclennan, The Way by Swann's by Marcel Proust, and One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Now if I ever make my way through the twisted back alleys of Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, I look forward to reading these new treats.
On the way home I stopped by a local hiking outfitters and picked up a 1litre widemouthed water bottle, part of my commitment to drink more water while vegging around my apartment. The walk back was even more enjoyable than the walk out, the light slanting late fall afternoon low and the air filled with laughter and the happiness of a tiny old couple, besweatered and holding hands.
Now I'm sipping coffee outta my cooler than cool black Nightmare Before Christmas mug that surlyclown got me. It's not one of my usual sad Sundays. I don't want the afternoon to end.
Soundtrack to my bliss: Hush Little Robot by Bruce Haack. I'm getting a science lesson I can bop along too.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you the most delicious thing: my cabbie on Friday night told me his previous fare was a guy he picked up from a downtown hotel, who gave him cash up front and asked him to drive around while he worked off a hangover. They drove around for hours.
VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
it was rewarding if slow-going in its labarynthine emotion-driven flow - I plan on finishing it sometime
how have you been? I just discovered you via sunfeather/cutriver - I thought you had gone
good to see you back
I've read (& heard) glowing reviews of Goodnight and Good Luck - it's next on my movie-viewing agenda