Foiled!

Ho hum. Last night, my big plan was to be extremely antisocial and sit on the couch with a cold drink in hand while watching some crap movie or another. Then, at the last minute, I decided to go and hang out with T and company at an uppity lil' spot in Phx, which was super-fun. Lots of delicious little food items were had--some bruschetta with brie and apples, caprese salad, a raspberry tart and a key lime tart...yum. There was also an uppity grocery store/bakery/wine shop next door, which was somewhat promising but not quite as spectacular as I'd hoped. Tasty pastries, but T bought a really good bottle of wine that ended up being corked--so disappointing.

Then we came home and watched the Life Aquatic. I slept through parts of it. I'm always reminded of particular aunts and uncles when I do that. My uncle F *loves* to sleep through movies, and my aunt C just can't help it. It's pleasant to be able to do so because it means I'm not as high-strung as usual. The Life Aquatic was very much like the Royal Tenenbaums; it's the kind of movie that requires several viewings before all of the humor emerges. It reminded me of something I was going to post a little while ago, about wanting to be like Margo of the Royal Tenenbaums. She's an adopted sister with an incredible array of secret habits and adventures. Of course, I'm way too lazy and forgetful to be that secretive, but somehow her character speaks to the desire to be thus. Ironically, the audience is always on the inside of the secret in the film, so I'm not really sure what to make of that. Perhaps it's like one's need to feel like the protagonist in some sort of grand adventure, except with the secretive element, it's more of a mental adventure--an inner life that bubbles and boils beneath a cool exterior.

I'll have to give it a bit more thought.

And don't even try and figure out what I'm all secretive about. So there.

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The difficult thing about writing is that there are so many little distractions. When I'm writing a paper, my room must be immaculate and I must be completely up-to-date on all matters of correspondence and have absolutely no distractions or background thoughts clambering--[edit] clamoring, I mean--for attention. Therefore, rather than spending the afternoon being productive, I called annikusrex and had heated discussions about academic snobbery and the New York Times Bestseller List, both subjects that are worthy of their own lengthy, rambling posts. But I must postpone those posts.

I think that for now, rather than working on beating those two horses to death, I'm going to order a chocolate cookbook and the film Buffalo '66.

Okay, I just did. Hooray for Overstock.com

Now, time to focus for at least a little while and get some writing done.

It's so hard to get stuff done on Saturdays.

Le sigh.

I had forgotten what it was like to have my father correct my writing (see the previous post). He used to do it all the time, back in the days of the Mecca. He's my most loyal reader, so he deserves some snaps for that. It's nice to know that when all you other people who read and never comment disappear, he'll still be there, making sure I cross my t's and dot my i's (never you mind that this is all typed).