Cold
I think perhaps I have mistakenly moved to Antartica. My book shelf is crammed
with tropical books,
Love in the Time of Cholera,
Island of
the Day Before; warm books whose re-reading I thought would bring me
through the Winter months. I did not however expect
this Winter. 50 mph
winds blow through the deserted Providence streets, at mid-day as I hiked across
town to White Electric the hardware store claimed it was 19 degrees, but we knew
better, more like 12 I think. (though Weather.com claims that the high today was 19, and its currently “15 degrees, feels like -2″) Warm climes seem so foreign and remote that these books are nonsenical, and imcompreshensibly alien. Instead I’ve dived into
White Apples with its main character who is returned from the dead. That seems much more familiar.
Prov
Other then that life is good. As previously mentioned in this space,
White Electric Coffee Shop
continues to provide for my most basic needs (coffee, power outlets, people),
Cable
Car Cinema is a funky cafe, and movie theater whose claim to fame is lots
and lots of couches, better if you go with a date, but I scored a big comfy arm
chair for the solo expirence of watching
Rabbit-Proof Fence, which was a
beautiful, superb, shocking, and eventually uplifting movie. The most intense emotional impact
came in the epilogue which mentioned that the Australian government’s policy of
kidnapping mixed blood children continued up until 1970. That isn’t history!
That is only a few years before I was born! (be warned by the way, that not
everyone found it uplifting, some have found it grim and depressing.
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, it ain’t. I’m
strange like that. I consistently reccomend
The Sparrow as one of
the warmest, most funny books I’ve ever read, and people keep returning it to me with
horrified looks on their faces)
Hugo Weaving
Speaking of Priscilla, Josh mentioned the other night that his only real problem
with Fellowship of the Ring was that
Agent Smith was cast as
Elrond.
My
colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you, but I believe you want to
do the right thing. It is obvious that you are an intelligent man, Mr. Baggins,
and that you are interested in the future.
As I had already dealt with the image of a chorus line of Agents in sunglasses
and pink frocks lip-syncing to Abba, I had the mental plasticity to cope with
FotR casting.
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