Wuthering Heights {2011} : some thoughts


I don't want to say that this is a review.  I think that makes me sound pretentious.  Like I'm completely sure of my opinions and that others should agree or disagree.  I just found myself sitting in this film this evening and a mental list kept pushing itself into my mind.  I worry sometimes that I do not think critically enough.  That I only think aesthetically.  As the shallow beings that we are, I am drawn to beauty.  And innovations in beauty.

So these are simply my thoughts.

Apartment by night and a cat devotional


Sanne and I were in Paris from the 3rd to the 6th of November.  There are so many things I could write about that trip--there are so many things I would like to write about.  But while you are taking a peek at the apartment we rented, how it looked to me that first night, those first few hours on my own, I'm going to talk to you about a minuscule moment.

I can't remember what day it was.  Or where we were going.  All I remember is that we were standing up on the metro and I felt a nudge from Sanne.

"You see the cat?"

"No.  Cat?"

She motions to a girl standing just next to us in the crowded car.  She is carrying a soft animal carrier bag.  A little grey face presses up against a mesh cutout.  A French girl and her cat on the subway.  I could hardly stop myself from cooing.  I was mesmerized by this little wonder.  I recall so distinctly her taking a seat and opening the zipper halfway. If it were one of my cats, they would be shaking with fear and looking for any chance to wriggle through that tiny hole.  This one, however, was uncannily calm.  With one finger, the girl stroked its popped-out head.

j'ai vingt ans maintenant.

Getting older is scary as hell.  Being older is scary as hell.  But at least I continue to receive awesome presents.

This tunic / dress I received in a package from Anastasia.  It's from a boutique in Bloomington that we went to when I visited her late this past summer.

Catching up, cleaning out

I'm home from my weekend in Paris.  Hopefully I can squeeze some scrumptious reflective posts out of that trip.  I can promise you pictures.  Internet was very limited in France.  Scratch that:  internet is very limited in France [Fucking Minitel].  Sanne & I were finally able to snag some wifi at a Starbucks, and even then we had to connect to that of a restaurant's next door [all hail Buffalo Grill].

I have found British administrators to be very snarky via email, and in a hilarious fashion.  Please enjoy this little snippet that was sitting in my inbox since last Thursday.
7 November - pop music sensation Justin Bieber will be switching on the
Christmas lights at the Stratford shopping centre. No 
doubt he will entertain the millions who will flock to see him with an 
amazing dance routine (while miming).

I will not be there.

Best,

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