I need to say now that seeing The Barbarian Invasions by oneself alone on a Saturday afternoon is a sad, pitiful, miserable, and tragic thing. Word of advice: never, EVER, let yourself get into that state. It's not healthy. Marie-Josee Croze as the junkie(Ararat, Maelstrom) was sublime. I'm all obsessed by Canada and Canadians right now - Hawksley Workman - and it blows me away that they are on the same continent yet so removed, intellectal, refined, and, well, European - why is America so fucked up? I cried through the last quarter not because it was a sad melodrama but that its just wrong I should spend an afternoon like that alone in that dark theater.
The weather has been deliciously mild this weekend and I bought more paper white bulbs and an amarilys at Johnson's. Also acquired a killer Byblos jacket- eggpant coloured tweed with zippers and a deconstructed, post-modern edge. Who knows - bolero jackets for men in 2004? Not with this gut.
My folks left yesterday for Hawaii then back to Korea. It was great seeing them and I need to figure out how the hell I can manage and afford a trip to see them and my dog. Also met and spent time wih clumsy housemate's folks and I figure mself, family, and friends are defiantely set up if we need care at Sloane-Kettering!
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