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_________________ 6 41 pm pdt [ lost ] I am a bit irked that I lost my topic yesterday. I feel it happening sometimes. I know I've wrapped my mind around an idea, but the tighter I squeeze, the more it slips through, morphing until I can no longer recognize it. I am left feeling empty.
I am craving the end of this long and exhausting week. Matthew came home early to sleep because he sayed at the office until 1 am the other night. We have dinner plans with an old friend of mine from high school, so hopefully he'll be up in time. In completely unrelated news, I am totally adicted to my Stainless Steel OXO Good Grips Uplift Teakettle. I want to make tea just to use it and I insist on stowing it to people when they come over. My friends must think I'm losing my mind.
[ 3 years: ] three years ago today: I didn't write because I was in New York. two years ago today: I was on a mission to find a prom dress, but the pickins were slim. I did find a 1952 wedding dress with the veil, which was absolutely fabulous, but was too small on me. Must have been for a child bride. I also found an actual prom dress, which did fit me, but it was an atrociously dirty lavendar jobbie that was too ugly even for me.
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I hated this film, and found no redeeming qualities
besides a bit of humor in the beginning. I listened to the audio tracks
and the composer says that he felt that the filmmakers succeeded in one of
their goals, "... that we inform the audience that there is an overview at
work and that ... this isn't just ... 'welcome to my pinhead misogynist
world...' That it is actually a comment and not ... an advertisement for
debauchery." They didn't succeed for me. version 1
This was a magnificent film looking at the lives of
lesbians and their stuggles to understand the ways they construct their
own identities and their identities in the community. Most viewers will
be off-put by the little avant garde transitions, and the acting is really
stilted at times, but the story and approach are so wonderful.
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