Started off the week with a visit to Kelly and Brock’s new HQ. She made cake and coffee in the afternoon and we stared out of the window and listened to the radio. I felt like I was at my Grandma’s. It was nice, and made me a little homesick. Then I fixed her wifi. Heading back out to Bushwick on the J I saw this dude sorta beating up his baby momma while she was holding the baby they’d made. Everyone (at least a dozen people) just stood there watching. I said something to a cop on the platform. Apparently she was disrespecting the baby daddy. Then I went home and made a pot of beans for the week.
This week’s nightlife report has been flipped. I only went out on Tuesday night, first to the sake bar for a few beers and just one more at Whiskey Ward. Home in bed by midnight. Both Wed and Thur I fell asleep around 8pm and awoke around midnight. Weird sleeping patterns have re-emerged!
Friday a little after midnight I’d realized that the only person I’d spoken with that day was the man I’d bought a plant from in the afternoon. So I headed into the city to catch up with Gino. We crawled about the LES for a couple beers and a slice of pizza. Saturday I went to Mike’s to watch some hoops. We had dinner at Snacky, then met with NCAA superfans Nato and Mira for a beer at Savalas. It seemed everyone was pretty firmly planted there and there was no seat for me, so I hopped in a cab with Greg and went to Motor City for a beer. Then to close the sake bar again. Then onto Whiskey Ward. Sunday I went to the movies and ate nachos and fell asleep around 7pm.
Work has been quiet.
My mom was in Italy this week.
Film. With Extended Reviews.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
I thought I’d seen this, but I guess I’d only seen parts, pretty incredible.
Vernon, Florida.
Errol Morris doc, a portrait of good ole boys and old timers in Fla. Subtitles sometimes needed. Could easily make this movie in KS.
Mr. Hulot’s Holiday.
I don’t get it. Non-linear, no plot, not that funny to me. Subtitles come and go, and when they exist there wasn’t time to read them. I guess I don’t get all the inside jokes of the French 1940’s summer holiday culture.
Time Bandits.
I should make notes of why I add certain movies to my queue. I can’t think of what inspired this one. It seemed they realized half way through how ridiculous it was and tried to insert a couple of jokes, but it was too late. Watching the trailer after the movie made it even more confusing.
Home Movies.
This documentary about people that live in unusual homes. Boat house, tree house, retro-futuristic house, and missile silo house.
Silence of the Lambs.
I’ve only just realized that this stack of movies I’ve been borrowing from at work are all “best picture” winners. I’d never watched this one from 91 as I thought it’d be too scary. So I watched it on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I liked it.
Howard Zinn: You Can’t Be Neutral on a Moving Train.
Documentary about the historian. Dissent is part of democracy. The government is messed up. War is for profit. No news there…
Top Concerns
Finishing t-shirt design
New contact lenses
Buying radio
Top Rapper
Weezy!
Cash Expenditures 3/27–3/23
Groceries, $36
Alcohol, $61.50
Dining out, $19
Plant, $12
Hardware, $8
Movie, $11.75
Diet sodas and chips, $7.25
= $155.50