It was one of those days; a day that the great outdoors beckoned. But it was cold and I found myself stopping to buy a container of soup, at some soup Nazi place but not the soup Nazi.
No, it just took me three minutes to decide, two more minutes than the woman behind the counter liked. As it wasn’t quite lunchtime, I ignored her incessant “yes, whaddayawant?”
Finally decided on vegetarian vegetable, and a roll and snuck them into the Loews. My friends bring things like salami in salads; it’s gross. They don’t feel guilty. I bring in soup and am convinced that I’m going to be arrested.
The coming attractions began with the new Mel Gibson movie. Since I was going to see Woody Allen’s Matchpoint this bothered me. I paid ten something to see a movie by superJew; didn’t need to see an advert for a movie about an apocalypse by an anti-Semite. Not very good trailer planning. Was going to complain to Loews but I thought I would just write it here.
Took me half a second to realize that the next trailer was for The Da Vinci Code. Since it costs so much to go to the movies; I want the trailers to blow me away. Just a thought.
I don’t know how to describe Matchpoint; haven’t really liked Woody Allen since Hannah and her Sisters. Matchpoint almost didn’t feel like a Woody Allen film; did take place in London, but London and New York can be very similar.
I think that it was a morality film. Even if you get away with something you’re going to be paying for the rest of your life as will the people you love or chose to be with. There was something about the movie that felt surreal, but I can’t explain what.
Then again it could have just been me. I tried leaving my soup container at my seat when the movie ended. Couldn’t just couldn’t
I walked out into brilliant sunshine and a police exercise. Hundreds of cops were standing around, there were police cars and ambulances everywhere in the Lincoln Center area.
It felt normal; almost as if I were in the movie. Not that there had been a massive police presence in Matchpoint; it just felt like a continuation.
Then I walked to the Time Warner Mall; empty for it, bereft of holiday decorations it seemed almost shabby. But it’s only a few years old.
Took me awhile to realize that it was the contrast between the sunshine and the mall that made it seem so desolate. Whole Foods was packed as was Borders; but I needed sunshine so I headed back.
When I finally reached the mid West 70’s I finally felt at home again. It’s another brilliantly sunny day. Fortunately or not, my windows are filthy and almost provide a filter.
There are more windows open in New York in winter than any other time of year, because of the high level of steam heat. It’s always been our big burglary season.
My cable was out for four minutes last night. But it came back and I was able to watch Boston Legal.
They said something about people who write and/or publish political blogs having to register. Have to check that out. It will be my pleasure as BIO writer to register; I will scream about it if that’s true. Love BL for many things but especially James Spader and The First Amendment. Candice Bergen was great last night also.
I finally stopped feeling surreal and like myself again. But who am I? Only my blog knows for sure.
Once again, check out Bone’s post. Had no idea that men do what I’m so great at.
Shayna’s name means “good” well better than good in Yiddish; don’t know how she got that name, but she is good in every sense of the word. Her Eugene stories are classics.