  Saw The Village with my friend/co-worker recently. I enjoyed it. It spoke to this fascination I used to have with the Amish.
After the movie, we went to a deli in Studio City called Du-Par's. I love delis. I ordered eggs benedict florentine, which is basically eggs benedict but with spinach instead of ham. I don't have anything against ham (except for the dead pig thing) - I ordered florentine this time just for a change.
Eggs benedict is one of my favorite dishes - if a place serves it, that's what I'm ordering. Saw The Human Stain on DVD tonight (Sunday night), and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Hot guy, the guy who plays the young version of the main character. Or rather - hot guy, the young version of the main character. The name of the actor who plays him is Wentworth Miller. Looking forward to seeing him in movies more often.
There's this scene where his character and a girl are about to fornicate, and his lips are approximately 1 millimeter away from hers, yet they're still not kissing, and they just hold that pose for a while before allowing their mouths to meet. I've seen that a lot in movies. Very sexy. I like it. Rabid PC-ness is denounced in The Human Stain , *and* the audience is supposed to sympathize with that denouncement, and that's refreshing. That denouncement isn't the focus of the movie, but it's refreshing nonetheless. I don't think I'd ever seen a movie in which rabid PC-ness is denounced, *and* the audience is supposed to sympathize with that denouncement.
It's racial rabid PC-ness that's denounced in the movie, though, so there probably hasn't been a lot of fashionably hysterical outcry against the movie. Here's why: Most liberals are white. Corollarily, racial rabid PC-ness doesn't sit right with even most liberals. White liberals who agree with all other kinds of rabid PC-ness tend to sort of cry "Time out! " when it comes to racial rabid PC-ness. So, when some TV variety show puts on some Whitey caricature, even the most leftist white students at some leftist college are slightly discomfitted by it and probably gripe about it on some anything-goes message board on their campus intranet.
I'm nominally a tad more moderate than conservative on the issue of race just because I enjoy it when racial rabid PC-ness gives white liberals a taste of their own medicine. Saw High Fidelity on DVD last night, since I've been told several times that it's a must-see. I concede that the movie is good, because goodness is determined by popularity, as is morality, and the movie is popularly referred to as good; but I couldn't relate to or sympathize with any of the characters, so I didn't like it.
I didn't like them. Their trials and tribulations were just too hip for me. I was agitated throughout much of the movie. I kind of liked Dick, the puny guy who worked at the record store, but then he fell for a character played by Sara Gilbert, and then I didn't like him so much. Barry, the other guy who worked at the record store, was somewhat amusing. Went to my cousin's engagement celebration barbecue Saturday. Made me ponder what it's like to be loved by someone who's in love with me enough to want to marry me, and to be in love with him enough to want to marry him back.
Someone to be kind to, in between the dark and the light... Nothing like The Eagles' "One of These Nights" as background music for my lusty and love-hungry pensiveness. Except for "You Look So Fine" by Garbage: You look so fine, I want to break your heart and give you mine... I'm not like all of the other girls, I can't take it like the other girls, I won't share it like the other girls... And many other songs.
In fact, I'm going to dedicate a post exclusively to a listing of songs that are suitable as background music for Vespera's lusty and love-hungry pensiveness, and I'll be adding entries as I come up with them. At any rate, I'm not ready yet to either love or be loved again, if I ever was ready before, but I'm entitled to my ponderings and imaginings and fantasies and oglings in the interim.
My ex. One way or another, my unsolicited phone calls to him will eventually stop. The unsolicited greeting cards I mail him will eventually stop. His rare, knee-jerk courtesy return phone calls will eventually stop. One way or another. Until then, however... My brother's leaving for Iraq on Saturday. On Friday, we're going to his house on the Camp Pendleton base, which is near San Diego, and sleeping over to spend time with him and see him off. 
