Warm

I've been not-very-busy lately with nothing but busy work at work, so when not working I have been feeling a bit incoherent and therefore unable to write.

Nevertheless, it was a good week in spite of the newly realized inability to sleep continuously for more than one hour at a time. This being said, the phenomenon was not an issue last night and I am feeling well rested and ready for the weekend.

Here are some things from the week that I meant to blog about but never did.

I saw Lonesome Jim at the IFC. I don't know what is going on with Liv Tyler's face but it is not good. I liked the movie, though, and felt all sorts of MA pride for Casey Affleck, who looks startingly like Ben these days, who is the shame of MA. I liked the movie. There will, of course, be comparisons to Garden State, which I didn't like. Lonesome Jim was understated and not at all overwrought, which is why it was charming. It also addressed the issue of having somewhere to go home to and not necessarily feeling good about that, even though it (unconditional love) is good.

I ran into someone I know after seeing Lonesome Jim, which made me happy. I think running into people in a city this large is a sign of belonging.

I met D for Subway after seeing Lonesome Jim. He was late because he does not check text messages. I said "It might be a good idea to check your text messages, especially when you are supposed to be meeting someone." Bitchy, I am.

We then ran to the Pioneer (literally, ran, since he does not check text messages) and watched Puzzlehead, which was not awesome but still good. The format was a bit challenging and required that you ignore reality and not want explanations. The filmmaker was candid and interesting. It was an instance of the Q & A actually making you like a movie more.

D and I went on a double date (double date! woooo!) with D's friends M and A to see a preview of Brick, which I was very very very excited about. My friend E got us free passes. The movie is good, and will no doubt spawn imitations. I still have a sick crush on Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who was the little kid in Third Rock From The Sun and who is a great actor and really cute.

Even though I liked the movie, I spent a great deal of the viewing fighting to stay awake, as I haven't been sleeping well. It was also freezing in the theater.

We went for drinks at a place that has a zillion beers (irrelevant) and martinis listed by color. The Incredible Hulk was listed under blue, so of course I had to order it to see if it was a mistake. When I ordered it the waitress was like "What?" "I'll have the incredible hulk." "Wait - what?" "The incredible hulk?" "What?" "It's a martini..." She had to look at the menu. It arrived, bizarrely, as a blue drink, and was completely and utterly disgusting.

Went to bed irritable after a moral argument about stealing jelly beans.

Thought about memoire as a genre (thanks, AA, for making my brain and heart explode!) after receiving some disturbing news about a famous memoire that I happened to have read prior to knowing this news. I have been turned off to memoire in the past few years. I was once a fan of David Sedaris, but I started to feel bad for his family. Is it acceptable to use real people as characters to tell your own life story more effectively? I worried about this when Brother was drawing his memoire of sorts, but his work is stretched truth. He makes no claims about veracity. It's loosely based on real people, but the events themselves aren't real. This being said, when he was writing it, I often worried about how I'd be portrayed. What is my function in the telling of another person's story?

Then I think about the blog, and the blog as memoire. I feel like a blog is different, in that it's not-for-profit. The writer isn't selling his family. The writer uses a blog for a different purpose. It's more journal than cohesive tale involving others.

I suppose, though, that it should still be handled delicately.

And with blogs, nobody is making bold claims of honesty, right? It's voyeuristic to read blogs, but there's really no way to know if an anonymous writer is writing the truth. And does it really matter?

Are people's lives affected negatively?

Delicate.

D said "I think one of my shirts is missing!" "Really? Which one?" "I don't know!" "Then how do you know its missing?" "Because I have exactly the same amount of hangers as I have shirts, and there is an extra hanger in my closet!" "Really?" "Yes! Can you look at my shirts to see if you can tell which one is missing?" "Sure, but I won't be able to tell." I was certain I wouldn't be able to tell because, as you all know, D has a very particular wardrobe and all of his shirts look similar. I would only have known if the shirt I gave to him was missing. I was quite impressed with myself when looked in his closet and immediately knew which one was missing.

I don't know if that's impressive or sad.

Now we have no idea where the shirt could be. It's a mystery that I am obsessed with solving.

I was taking a short nap at D's yesterday when I heard the sound of summer - Mr. Softee!!! I nearly broke through his apartment's wall to get myself my first taste of the year.

I have been enjoying this weather. It's perfect right now. Were it like this year round I'd be the happiest girl in the world.

We went to the opera last night and left during intermission. We are terribly unrefined and uncivilized. It was, I'm sorry, just boring. We were both falling asleep and craving cookies.

We found a new supermarket on our way home! A real, actual supermarket! I am thrilled. I meant only to buy milk for the cookies but left with over $50 worth of reasonably-priced food. I bought raspberries, which is a thrill since Gristedes does not reliably have them.

Another thing apartment listings should indicate is proximity to actual real supermarket and likelihood of being able to successfully fulfill your grocery list at one place.

My super's brother is still alive, which is good since we haven't seen him in months. We were worried. He was coming out of the building last night as we returned with bags upon bags of groceries.

I don't have much planned this weekend other than hanging out with NR and bowling and sleeping too much. Rumor has it there will be rain tomorrow. If there is not, I may go to some photo galleries in Chelsea. If there is, I will be reading a book and/or watching a movie. And then buying a birthday cake at my new favorite supermarket. The weekend is long overdue. We all felt like it was Friday on Wednesday and so the last two days have been torture.

Until Monday...