Why am I sitting at home writing on a blog at 10:30 on a Saturday night? Because I can! Because the Time Warner technician came! All rejoice! (Is it in any way shallow and spoiled of me, by the way, to be this over the moon for finally getting cable in my apartment?)
It might also because I am broke as a joke after this move. It might also because I'm bad at winning friends and influencing people.
I don't know. Let's discuss my new two favorite things this week, both of which are courtesy of Steph.
1. Dooce. The blog that only puts more pressure on my 22-year-old bioclock to get married and settle into precious domesticity as soon as possible. I love everything about Heather Armstrong's website, from her whimsical design to her breathtaking, modest photographs to her hilarious flair for writing about her family and homelife.
2. Coraline. I didn't know anything about the book before I saw this truly inspired stop-motion movie, but I was really captivated by what a horrific dreamworld Neil Gaiman had imagined. There was a lot of goodness that I could gush about in this film, from the goth-ly playful soundtrack to Coraline's kick-ass nail polish (which I own in "Electrify" and you can find at Urban Outfitters). What I really appreciated though was, despite the PG rating, that the story seemed to be ripped from the inventory of my seven-year-old nightmares. The grim images in that movie were just so jarring and uncanny to the sort of things I thought only my messed up mind came up with during childhood.
And re: 3D. What a strange comeback, no? I can't help but attribute this silly phenomenon to the "depression" that everyone's so wont to prescribe. Looking at a theater full of intelligent people gawking through 3D glasses simply reminds me of the resigned simplicity of early twentieth century America: post-Depression, post-WWII, deluding itself into believing that watching stuff in 3D and furnishing diners in chrome was stepping into the future. Well, Ike Administraion, you called it! 50 years later, Madison Avenue is jamming two-toned glasses in our faces just so we can watch the Super Bowl. Take that, ya damn Soviets.
3. Oh, also awesome: Charlie Wilson's War. Not having the internets or moneys = watching a lot of DVDs. OK?
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