It was pretty lovely here this weekend, lots of warmth and a fair amount of sun . . .
On Friday night, after work, we had dinner at Risotteria and then to Film Forum for Goldfinger - I kid you not, on the big screen - which was appropriately followed by a Goldfinger sing-a-long. Yep. Gotta love New York. Everyone was very into it. And we passed Dominic West on the way down 7th Ave.
We got home and discovered that our landlord had gotten a new window put into our shower (checking my voicemail later, I found out that the date had been unexpectedly rescheduled, and he apologized profusely and said he’d stay there the whole time). There is a window directly at the head of the shower, and it was so old that the wooden frame had practically rotted out. Plus, since the window started at waist height, extended to the ceiling, and looked directly into the kitchen of the dude across the airshaft, there was a mildewy curtain over it that skeeved me out tremendously. But now! A beautiful, modern, frosted window that lets the lovely light in but keeps us hidden, with a metal frame so as not to be susceptible to the moisture and steam. It makes me happy just to look at it.
Tom had a job on Saturday, so I got up mid-morning, cleaned up the apartment, showered (squee), then grabbed the camera and headed to Central Park to take pictures. The light was bad, but the blossoming trees were pretty, and there were cute small children running around with balloons and kites. I don’t get uninterrupted camera time often. It was just lovely, and very zen. I used to go out and take pictures all over town when I first moved here, but my time has decreased substantially since then. So it was therapeutic.
Then a jaunt over to a surprise birthday party, and then I came home and roasted some cod and potatoes for dinner (salt and pepper and olive oil; so simple, and yet scrumptious) and made a salad. And after Tom came home, we met friends at the Chocolate Room. A late night, but a lovely one.
After church on Sunday, we went to SmorgasChef and had a bunch of celebrity sightings (or, some of us did). Good meatballs. And then we came home and finished Season 2 of the Office, including all the special features, and I had to talk Tom down from going on iTunes to buy Season 3. I did realize I’d actually watched the season finale (”Casino Night”) about a year ago when I was stuck in a hotel room in Chicago that inexplicably did not have cable.
I am excited; tomorrow night we’re going to see Michael Chabon read at the 92nd Street Y. He has a new book coming out - The Yiddish Policemen’s Union - and I suspect we’ll be buying it tomorrow night. Chabon’s books currently number among favorites for both of us (Tom loves The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which won a Pullitzer, and I adore Wonder Boys, which was made into one of the most perfectly-cast movies I’ve ever seen). We bought these tickets back in February, I think.
Also, by way of breaking my weird book-related ennui, I started not one, not two, but three books this weekend. I never do anything by halves. So far, What the Dead Know is gripping (I only haven’t finished it because it was too big to fit in my bag), In Cold Blood is amazing, and I’m finally finishing On Writing (by Stephen King) because Josh (of the celebrity non-sightings above) is continually referencing it, because I need some help starting this new season of my life (hey, it occurred to me recently that if I sold more than just a handful of articles I might not have to stay in this godforsaken industry, and I can’t do that if I’m not writing anything of consequence), and because it’s actually quite good. I haven’t read a single thing Stephen King’s written or seen any of the movies that are based on his books, but I might have to because he seems like the sort of down-to-earth, no-nonsense, I-stumbled-into-success-inadvertently guy that would be good to know.
Did you know? My mom’s birthday is this weekend. We’ll go home the following weekend, though. (Mother’s day, and my brother’s 18th birthday.)
We saw Altman’s The Long Goodbye last night at Film Forum. Pure fun, and as Tom said, certainly the most narrative of all the Altman films we’ve seen though admittedly not for the squeamish. Elliott Gould’s acting is just delicious, natural, and so funny.
(Plebian confession: besides M.A.S.H., my only reference point for Gould was as Ross and Monica’s father from FRIENDS.)
Three books came from Amazon for me today: What the Dead Know (I read about it in the NY Times Book Review and it just sounds fascinating), In Cold Blood, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. The last book had a ripped cover so I sent it back, but I’m very much looking forward to reading the other two. I haven’t really read a book straight through in a couple of months. Too scatterbrained.
I have, however, read the New Yorker, most recently two articles that bear mention:
1. John Lahr’s profile of David Morgan, illuminating a guy who’s definitely had a good year (he wrote The Queen, The Last King of Scotland, and Frost/Nixon, the play currently on Broadway that Ron Howard will be making into a film). The article isn’t online fully, but if you like Morgan’s work it’s worth picking up the April 30 issue.
2. A profile of screen siren Barbara Stanwyck, written by my beloved Anthony Lane, who clearly harbors much affection for his subject.
Happy Friday. Stay dry.
Tom met me (somewhat unexpectedly) for lunch.
And he brought these, which you can see against the lovely backdrop of my cubicle:
Truth be told, this hasn’t been my week, between the sickness and some of my own strange floundering. I sat ripping pages out of a notebook and scribbling on them, then folding them up and frowning for two hours on Monday. That pretty much sums me up right about now.
But, the sunny weather beckons with beauty and life and the small things I do so love. If only one could make a living just appreciating the small things. Maybe I should become a socialite.
Anyhow, the weather has been truly lovely and it does me good to see it. On Tuesday night I got home and Tom whisked me off to buy some salami and ham and apple chutney and mayonnaise for sandwiches, and we ate on the roof and watched the planes fly over and under the moon, then came inside when it got too cold and watched Down By Law, which was made wonderful by the very presence of Roberto Benigni (what is he doing in this strange little Jarmusch movie?).
And last night Tom poached some eggs and toasted some ciabatta and cooked some pancetta and blanched some white asparagus, and somehow it all came together and was elegant and savory. And we watched Closer.
I may actually take a lunch break today and eat something outside. It’s too nice to be cooped up under fluorescent lights without a small recess.
Wow, so, it’s going to take a long time to compile the list of movies we’ve watched in the last two months or so, because as usual, it’s a lot.
But here’s an abbreviated list and possibly interesting list.
What I watched while I was laid up with The Hideous Illness:
- Far too much of Gilmore Girls, Season 6
- The Office, Season 2, Disc 3 (including all the commentaries AND the deleted scenes)
- The Good Shepherd (we loved it)
- The Third Man (splendid)
- Days of Being Wild (early Wong Kar Wai)
I am back in the office today and it’s been busy trying to catch up, though it could have been much worse. I missed pretty much everything from Thursday onward, including church, and spent a lot of this lovely weather on the couch, but all I have right now is a very congested-sounding cough, a feeble voice, and a little bit of wooziness in the head. Definitely much improved.
Enough about me. How about this weather? Everyone seems so much happier when the weather turns warm for the first time. People were outside in droves on Saturday (saw them from the window). I love how pretty, feminine skirts and dresses are everywhere. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s NYC, but I seem to remember that ten years ago, if you wore a skirt on the street you’d feel dressed up and out of place; now it seems to be the norm. Have skirts replaced shorts? (They should, they’re much more flattering.) Anyhow, viva la skirts!
Also, the trees are blossoming in Park Slope. They stink (it’s those nasty white trees) but I can’t smell them right now anyhow, so I don’t care. So pretty. I remember that RPI’s campus used to bloom like this right about now. Made the last two weeks of the semester so much fun, but also made it very difficult to sit inside and buckle down. Finals in the fall semester invariably went better.
Apparently the heavens, or more specifically the sun, is making music.
More for my reference than anything else, but this book sounds completely fascinating, possibly a good barometer on the culture.
A few quotes from the Times’ Sunday Book Review:
Such a childhood is chockablock with potential grievances, but not one gram of score-settling poisons Steinke’s memory. Instead she admires her father for having practiced his cultish, peacenik version of Lutheranism as long as he did . . . Steinke doesn’t even particularly ask him to have been a better father. The real issue seems to be that he infused her with religiosity without providing her with a workable theology, an intellectual framework with which to understand, or at least abide, the central contradictions of Christianity. If God exists, she asks her father, why does he allow so much suffering? “Ah,” he responds unhelpfully. “The $64,000 question.”
When Steinke does settle on a provisional creed, it’s one of touchy-feely meta-beliefs that fail to honor the depth of her own longing. These she palms off on her daughter, and they’re no more nourishing than the chocolate her father stopped her mouth with when she once asked about God’s sufferance of evil. “Everybody has their own theology” and “You decide what you want to believe” sound more like an anomie hangover from the 70s than the result of grueling spiritual self-examination, and are likely to leave her own child as much of a dazed pilgrim as she was.
Been a very wound-up week and now I’m paying; I’ve been almost paralyzed on the couch and/or bed since I got home around 4:30pm yesterday. What is it with me getting sick so much? I eat healthfully, take vitamins, even exercise. I swear it’s the stagnant air in my office. Thank God that it’s getting warm out - 68 today!
So I’ve just been laying here trying not to move my eyes (yes, it hurts to move my eyeballs) and watching episodes of Gilmore Girls one after the other, though my brain is addled enough that I’m having difficulty keeping up. I’ve tried tea AND soup at this point. I think I’ll try a hot shower next. Mmmm.
Also, we went to see a Fassbinder film on Wednesday night (who knew? my corporate membership gets us into MoMA films for free) and dude, I have an exceptionally high tolerance for long, dull foreign movies, but this was the pits. Never again. My one consolation is I think Tom actually hated it worse than I did. Why aren’t there more Kieslowskis out there?
I want summer.
Looking for Christians in the fashion/beauty industry (design, modeling, publishing, anything like that). Anyone out there? It’s for an article I’m working on. You need to actually be working in the industry to be useful. :)
We had a very busy weekend. We had planned to go to Sam’s surprise birthday party, but Tom was not feeling well at all and we opted to stay in and watch Batman and Batman Begins and eat pizza in the comfort of our own little apartment. Good times.
On Saturday night we went to the FOUNT of Mercy benefit concert at Stain Bar in East Williamsburg (truly - it’s technically in Bushwick, but just barely). Several of our friends (including Sarah Lentz, Kevin Gosa, Carey Wallace, and Josh Cacopardo) were among the dozen-or-so musicians performing, and the place was packed. I think a lot of money was raised for FOUNT, an organization looking to partner with African grassroots organizations who focus on helping the incredible numbers of orphans in sub-Saharan Africa. Several of the FOUNT leaders go to my church.
After braving the rain to get to church Sunday morning, we took off for the AIPAD fine art photography show at the Armory. It was impressively big and chic and there were many excellent pieces of inspiration (all for sale, all for a lot). I think both of us came away with some interesting inspirations and ideas for our own work, and Tom took copious notes.
And then we headed downtown for Sara’s birthday party, winding up at the Upright Citizens Brigade for a hysterical improv show. I don’t know the last time I just saw some good funny straight-up comedy.
We are busy this week (work, article research, Fassbinder), and it’s going to rain until like Thursday. I think this weekend will be very welcome when it shows up!
I’ll add to the chorus of deepest condolences and outrage at the shooting today. It makes me want to weep. Praying for the wounded and the victims’ families.
Read this excellent article (The Wives of Others) by Rebecca Mead in the New Yorker yesterday. Strikes at an issue close to my heart - choices that women make regarding family, career, and home. It’s all a lot more real now that I’m a grownup. (For those who don’t know me well - my mom made the choice when my brother was born to leave her job, and she homeschooled us both; me through graduation, and my brother through 10th grade when my father was diagnosed with leukemia and she had to go back to work.)
The book under question is “The Feminist Mistake” by Leslie Bennetts.
I’m just going to excerpt pieces of it:
She barely considers the possibility that a woman might clear-sightedly find the rearing of her children the most rewarding work she can do, not out of a sense of self-sacrifice but out of a sense of personal fulfillment . . . Nor does she consider whether the flight from the workplace might be a justified rejection of a culture that assumes that parenting can be dealt with in the margins of one’s work life . . . Nor is the defensive crouch that Bennetts recommends likely to enhance a marriage, marriage itself being the epitome of a good-faith enterprise. Bennetts does women a service by pointing out the dangers of financial dependency in marriage, but emotional dependency is at the core of the marital relationship . . . The briskness of her mandate (get a job) and the alarmism of her monition (you never know, he might leave you) hardly do justice to the complexity of married life, which encompasses vulnerability in the present and includes the hovering prospect of loss.
You should read the article to get the full picture (it’s short by New Yorker standards - only two pages), but I’m liking where this discussion is headed; that if you want to have a career that fulfills you and be a mother and you can do it, by all means, then do it - nothing inherently wrong with that. But if you want to stay home and raise your children, then do it, and don’t let anyone judge that decision.
Gitelson manages in a somewhat tight frame to still integrate the environment into the picture. I think these portraits and the concept behind them is great! Click on each of them to read what they marked as their dream job.
From the Brewing Culture blog.
we need idea people. brains marinating in lighter fluid. imaginations scraping the ozone of possibilities. where thinking big comes naturally. people always dreaming. inventing. composing.
we need creators. journalists in newsrooms. producers on movie sets. designers in studios. copywriters in cubicles. renewing from the inside-out. influencing through creative excellence.
we need media artists …
stagehands in creation’s theater. provident wielders of powerful mediums. broadcast. print. electronic. employing excellence. substance. artistry. to arrest the attention of the jaded. the weary. the broken. to fasten the moorings of the mind. to offer a worldIMAGE of things never before imagined. never before heard. never before seen.
we need students of the times. innovators not imitators. studying trends. then creating them. connecting the dots. then coloring outside the lines. predicting the next turn. then taking the narrow road. enduring the famine. then planting for future bounty.
we need community. authentic as a hand-rolled cigar. gritty as a country road. faces to the wind. bound together. united in hope. expectant in faith. embracing in love. pilgrims in the wilderness. calling the outcast to join. the prodigals. the artists. to come home.
we need people inside. sleeves rolled-up. in the middle of the marketplace. a shelter in a whirldwind of images. words. sounds. noise. an antidote to a culture diseased with messages. showing what media and the arts are capable of. what is possible. what has yet to be done. illuminating goodness. truth. beauty. lifting heads. offering glimpses then long gazes at something real. lasting. sacred.
we need brewers of culture. custodians of the garden-city. celebrants of great works and words. responding to creation’s echo. recognizing beauty among us. in us. through us. offering recreation. and re-creation. a meditation upon the providential hand of the master artist.
we need artists. we need grace.
I don’t know why I’m admitting that I skim Page Six online, but look! Abigail Breslin (from Little Miss Sunshine) is playing Kit in the new American Girl movie. Remember American Girl? My friends and I were really into it when we were kids, though I think Kit was after our time.
Anyhow, good for her. HBO Films is making the movie, and I hope it does well. For some of its flaws, the whole American Girl thing seems a much more positive influence for pre-teen girls than a lot of other things out there.
Edit: I just peeked at her IMDB page and saw that she was born in 1996. Wow, I suddenly feel old.
Also, heading out momentarily to a press screening Paris, je t’aime in a couple minutes. Very much looking forward to it. Just look at that cast, and the directors!
So I was perusing the Daily Fishbowl email that I receive from MediaBistro every day around 4pm. I waded through all the Imus headlines (why is this such gigantically big news? seems like all the celebrities who flap at the mouth are inexplicably jumping on the racism bandwagon nowadays) and got to the bottom; read about Brian Williams’ distrust of bloggers, particularly those in the Bronx and the firing of a plagiarizing producer for Katie Couric.
And then I saw this little tidbit: Robert McKee Testifies About Sahara Script, Holds Nose. Not that interesting, except the $500 hourly fee he’s receiving, until I got to this gem:
The open secret in Hollywood is that McKee’s never had a screenplay produced. To be fair, he did television work for Kojak and Columbo and his scripts have been optioned, which is pretty much a sympathy shtup.
Really? Huh. So I look him up on IMDB, and behold, it’s true. He’s had screenplays bought and optioned, but none made. Which isn’t particularly indicative of anything except that the studio didn’t want to make the film, and that could be bad or just indifferent. I’d love to read those screenplays.
Now, though we own it, I haven’t read McKee’s famed Story book, so I really hold no thoughts on his ideas about screenwriting. I’ve heard them in various articles - and of course, in Adaptation - and it seems like he’s got nice simple straightforward ideas about the construction of story in a normal narrative film (as opposed to some art films).
But he’s never had a script actually made? Hmm. What do you think about people who teach theory without practicing it successfully? On the one hand, he could just be great at analysis; on the other hand, he could be a classic example of “those who can’t do, teach” (though I guess I’d still be happy if my screenplays never got made but still got bought; happier than if they never got bought in the first place).
In fact, this is from his Wikipedia article:
To answer to some of the criticism regarding his somewhat tough personal teaching style and “Guru-like” approach, McKee was quoted to say that “The world is full of people who teach things they themselves cannot do”, while admitting that even though he sold all of his written screenplays, he still lacks their screen credit since they were only optioned and not produced by the studios.
What do you think? Anyone experienced his seminar?
Here’s background on McKee, if you’re not familiar with him:
- New Yorker profile, October 2003
- Wikipedia
This is what landed on my desk when the mail came this morning:
• Live From Nowhere, Volume 2 from Over the Rhine (I have #1364, for those who are counting). It includes, to my delight, a recording of Linford & Karin singing their very awesome rendition of “Baby It’s Cold Outside”, which they sang at their concert in NYC last December. Linford’s more of a spoken-word guy than a singer, and so it was just splendid. Just get the CD.
• The most recent issue of Image Journal, which apparently includes an article about the St. John’s Bible, a great work of art which I blogged about after we saw it at the Library of Congress in November.
• And to make Tom happy, our most recent issue of Cook’s Illustrated (which includes a recipe, according to the cover, for “Four Cheese Lasagna”).
I love mail.
In other news, I think I’m in the market for a great used keyboard (you know, one that mimics a piano as much as one can muster in a ::choke:: electronic device). I used to play a Kurzweil at my home church in Albany that I loved. I’m not particularly looking for a synth with nifty sounds and crazy bells & whistles, since I’m realistically not going to be recording or composing anything, but something that can cough up some good pads and strings wouldn’t hurt. But mainly, if it has realistic action, sounds like a piano, and has 88 keys, I’ll be happy.
Suggestions? Leads? I’m checking Craigslist. Somewhere in the $1-2k range, as I’m saving my pennies.
(For the newbies: I was trained classically for about twelve years, almost majored in piano in college but then went to RPI. Ha! And I miss it.)
tominthebox usually cracks me up (think The Onion for the theological set), but today’s is not theological and will definitely crack you up.
This holiday - the Man behind the holiday - always creates in me joy and a feeling of new beginnings, new life, a desire to create in imitation of Him.
Because of various happenings in the bond & equities markets, I got to work a only a half-day and from home on Friday, so I’ve been hiding out here with my sweetheart for two days, doing some work and a lot of recreating. Oddly, on Friday night, we watched a bunch of zombie movies (the 1968 Night of the Living Dead and the more recent 28 Days Later). Yes, that’s the undead. Odd on Good Friday, but actually sort of thought-provoking; the women at the tomb on Easter were pretty much expecting a zombie. And remember the crowd at Lazarus’ tomb? “Lord, by this time, he stinketh.” I’m glad to have hope beyond that, especially this year.
We also saw Zodiac on Thursday night, and there’s honestly not a lot I want to say because it’s all been said, but it’s very good and if you can handle being scared you should definitely see it. What wonderful casting; even the bit parts were people I recognized and we spent most of the trip home trying to figure out where we’d seen certain actors. And it was refreshing to watch a story so compelling and so tight that even in two-and-a-half hours (and I’m sure much more was left on the cutting room floor) we didn’t need much peripheral human interest story - every bit of it served the main story. Excellent movie, and in my opinion equal to any Best Picture contender from last year. Pity it came out in April.
Over brunch (all-you-can-eat buffet brunch at Aunt Suzie’s) Tom asked me what movie I was most looking forward to in the next few months. And I came up with:
• My first and most immediate answer was Spiderman, in May. Dude, it looks like everyone’s in this movie, including Topher Grace, whom I heart.
• Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End, of course, but I’m not expecting much beyond superawesomecool CGI. But it’s worth seeing it once, on the big screen.
• My Blueberry Nights, which technically doesn’t release until the fall but has a great director in Wong Kar Wai and an awesome cast.
• Sunshine - if you haven’t seen the trailer for this, you should check it out; I’m really looking forward to it.
• Evan Almighty - I don’t think Lauren Graham has too large of a role in this movie (since she’s credited only as “Evan’s Wife”, but who knows), but to me, Steve Carrell and Lauren Graham are the perfect comic pairing.
• The Nanny Diaries, since to me, this was a spectacular book, very darkly funny. It wasn’t chick lit but it was close enough. The Devil Wears Prada improved immensely as a film, so I’m curious to see how this will turn out. I think the release date was delayed from early summer to September. Could be a good sign, could be a bad one. We’ll see.
• Brief Interviews with Hideous Men - John Krasinski (yes, that would be Jim, of The Office) adapted some of David Foster Wallace’s stories into a movie that he’s directing, starring Julianne Nicholson. Is listed as post-production, but rumored to release this year.
• There Will Be Blood - they keep pushing the release date so this doesn’t really count, but it’s P.T. Anderson’s next film and it’s starring Daniel Day Lewis and Paul Dano (the kid from Little Miss Sunshine) and I just can’t wait.
Audience Participation: What are you looking forward to seeing this year?
I was listening to Sidney Lumet’s commentary on Network and he said something profound about acting:
I think one of the things that the actors in live television were able to assimilate as part of their technique was the same thing the theater gives you which is the necessity of making the dramatic selection in advance. You don’t get a chance to work in the detail that you do in movies shot by shot, but you sure have a much better idea and a sense of control over the entire arc of the character and that is irreplaceable, because that teaches you to use whatever you need sparingly and not to repeat anything.
So last night I stopped at the market and bought matzoh ball soup and matzohs and haruset; they’d have thought I was Jewish except for the focaccia I’d thrown in. But matzoh ball soup is an amazing comfort food, even for Gentiles, and I was in desperate need of matzoh ball soup last night after a busy day of work and very little sleep.
Then we watched Network, an apparently wildly successful 1976 movie I’d somehow never even heard of. It’s P.T. Anderson’s favorite film and won a bunch of Oscars. And it was so bizarrely good; star-studded cast (for that period, anyhow), ranting raving dialogue, weird situations that are only slightly more fantastical than real life, no apologies. I can very much see why P.T. loves it, though I can’t draw any parallels like I could if we were talking about Altman.
Anyhow, if you’ve missed it, it’s worth seeing. (As always, read the reviews before you rent.)
I never thought about it consciously till this past weekend, but I recently realized that I love throwing dinner parties (well, all kinds of parties, but dinner parties are the bestest). The more the merrier. I’m totally mystified by people who stress out over it. It’s such fun!
I have little to say today; we were out very late in Brooklyn celebrating a friend’s birthday last night and I didn’t get more than five hours of sleep. Which isn’t bad when you don’t have to go anywhere or do anything significant, but royally awful when you’re in the midst of a very busy day at work. My triple macchiatos are well earned.
We have a shockingly quiet weekend coming up, owing to the holiday and people’s travels. We’re not traveling, actually; spending this one holiday in the city and going to the potluck at our pastor’s house after church. Holidays are rarely relaxing so this will be nice.
My mom completely made my week by sending Tom and I chocolate Easter bunnies from Lindt. I already ate mine, but Tom’s was in the fridge this morning. We also ate some gummy bears recently, and I was appalled by the joy I gain from noshing on edible yet non-meat animals. Nothing more fun than pretending you’re wreaking havoc on Gummybearopolis and biting the heads off the residents.
Sometimes, I scare me.
A few days late. Also a dismal month in terms of reading; I spent a week sick, with painful eyes, and I have been a little too burned out to read. Good news, though - I started Children of Men recently and that’s going well, so it should show up in April.
And for March:
Because She Can - Bridie Clark
The Devil Wears Prada, but in publishing, and with astronomically better writing style. If you liked the former, you’ll like this book; if you didn’t, you may still like it. I listened to the unabridged audio version and the reader was good. [4/5]
The Dot and the Line: A Romance in Lower Mathematics - N. Juster
A gift from our super-cool friend Alex at our jazz poetry cocktail party early in the month. This is the guy who wrote The Phantom Tollbooth, which I have not read. But it was very funny. And very short, and beautifully illustrated. [4/5]
Adaptation: The Shooting Script - Charlie (& Donald) Kaufman
Well, I like the movie, so I read the script, and it’s actually better when you read it. Includes an interview with Kaufman and Spike Jonze, and an essay by none other than Robert McKee. [4.5/5]
Hopefully much more next month, but don’t hold your breath.
Sorry, poor neglected blogreaders. Have been terribly busy.
In brief:
• We did see Edward Scissorhands at BAM last week, and it was splendid. Colorful, innovative sets, great costuming (particularly when the shrubbery started dancing), and each character was very finely drawn.
• On Saturday we saw A Chorus Line on Broadway, and it was completely smashing. Go see it.
• On Sunday we had some people over to the apartment for a waffle dinner.
• Last night we went over to Union Hall, where The Long Winters were playing; I was completely exhausted and ducked out early, but Tom was home pretty late so it must have been good. :)
It seems like there were lots of other things but I’ve lost track. Will try to be better.
Hey, if you read our blog and we don’t know you, you should introduce yourself! Or even if you do. What do you do? Where do you live? How did you find us?