Santa Monica in the wintertime
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timerippleFriday, December 15
I think I may have passed Greek, which would be nice. Spent the afternoon in Santa Monica. Must have stood on the pier for a good half an hour staring out over the fishing rods and past the buoys. It was mostly grey and cloudy, except for a patch due west where the sun was over the water. It was beautiful.
Some Guy: Excuse me. Does you watch also say it’s ten till four?
Me: *checks watch* Yes.
Some Guy: Thanks. Are you from Europe?
Me: ... No.
From which I think I have to conclude that it’s not the hat, it’s the coat. I thought it was the hat, when that guy in the taqueria at MIT asked if I was French, but I was wearing the coat that day too. (Remember? It was when we went to see Star Wars: The Musical, which is much funnier in hindsight now that I’ve seen Into the Woods.)
Sunday, December 17
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Spaceballs”. You know, this movie really should not be this funny. BUT IT IS.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Romeo + Juliet”. I liked it better this time around – oh, Emo Boy!Romeo. Clearly the Shakes production last spring helped me appreciate this play a lot more than I used to. I still dislike it because pretty much everybody annoys me, but I have some degree of sympathy now. However, three words, and then goodnight indeed: LEO’S HAIR. GOD, LEO’S HAIR. (That’s only three. Shut up.) He has perfect hair, in the sense that it’s perfectly windswept and untidy and falls artlessly over one eye just so and the highlights look really good in front of Dramatic Sun Lighting, and GUH. “Learn, guys,” as Crowley says.
I really need Google Movie Themes (like Google Scholar, etc., but for movie themes, obviously). I keep hearing phrases that I KNOW I’ve heard somewhere, but can’t remember exactly where.
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: “The Fountain”. It was... weird. But kind of satisfying, in a really cool but unsubtle way. I walked out the theatre door and turned west and there was the sun just starting to set and it was deeply fulfilling and gold-colored.
That, and I’d just eaten two scoops of Sticky Toffee Pudding ice cream. I kid you not. (The real thing is better. But it was still tasty. Also, I hadn’t had any ice cream since September. And I’d finished my Latin final in, like, 45 minutes.)
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: “Casino Royale”. I tried to stay awake, and I managed it. Barely. I may have dozed off during the MILD SPOILER airport scene. And then it just wouldn’t end! I was bored before they even got to the casino. (Sorry,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cadragongirl. The Bond movies just don’t do it for me.) Admittedly there were some funny moments. But you know it’s a danger sign when the gadgets are the best part of a film. Any film. Especially one in which they do not appear.
You know there’s a downside to having an elementary knowledge of Latin? Misuse of the language in fic titles, spells, etc. really annoys me now. Incorrect cases, nonsensical word order, vocabulary misuse, first person PIA when clearly an imperative was in order... gyah!
Monday, January 1, 2007
Things I am going to do the minute I get back to LA (in probable order of importance):
1. Clean my face with my five-step facial cleanser kit. Use all five steps. There is a reason I hate air travel, and it’s not the parody of national security that's going around yelling at people and not providing free quart-sized plastic bags.
Actually I can’t think of anything else at the moment. I have spent almost my entire vacation with the most shocking cold, and will be very glad when it’s over. Both the vacation and the cold. I thought I’d take advantage of the lack of downstairs neighbors to get in some practice, but to tell the truth I haven’t had the heart. I miss you all terribly. “Home” is undergoing revision, in that I now divide my time between LA and my parents’ new house. “Home” is really a U-shaped brick building in which I can no longer live. Exile is, for me, something of a delayed reaction. I still find it hard to believe that Into the Woods was a year ago, and that I’m not getting on a plane to Boston tomorrow to hang out with my best friends, fiddle, eat ramen and make cows.
Well, one of four’s not bad. I leave it to you to divine which one I’ll be doing. Hint: it’s not the cows.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Well, I’ve remembered what 2) was going to be: Find the Eyebrow Tweezers. But apparently the situation wasn’t as dire as I thought.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Proof”. What can I say? I *heart* geeks. Especially ones who are good at all that math stuff I happen to be terrible at. And are tall, dark, and in really geeky bands.
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: “Pan’s Labyrinth”. OMG so gross. And so good. And weird. And gross. And good. It’s the kind of movieedajaram and I would have dragged Siena to, and she would have ended up liking it more than either of us. Okay, we probably wouldn’t have had to drag her. I really loved how all the little sounds of movement - giant insect segments clicking, leather boots creaking – were mirrored in the speech. Spanish is such a cool language, with all sorts of poky corner bits and clicks and unexpected softnesses.
And now I am signing off, for there is makeshift dinner to prepare, and stuff from the library to watch. I have Monty Python and the Holy Grail, An Ideal Husband, and the first disc of Cowboy Bebop. Some days I really love LA. And I think it might rain.
I think I may have passed Greek, which would be nice. Spent the afternoon in Santa Monica. Must have stood on the pier for a good half an hour staring out over the fishing rods and past the buoys. It was mostly grey and cloudy, except for a patch due west where the sun was over the water. It was beautiful.
Some Guy: Excuse me. Does you watch also say it’s ten till four?
Me: *checks watch* Yes.
Some Guy: Thanks. Are you from Europe?
Me: ... No.
From which I think I have to conclude that it’s not the hat, it’s the coat. I thought it was the hat, when that guy in the taqueria at MIT asked if I was French, but I was wearing the coat that day too. (Remember? It was when we went to see Star Wars: The Musical, which is much funnier in hindsight now that I’ve seen Into the Woods.)
Sunday, December 17
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Spaceballs”. You know, this movie really should not be this funny. BUT IT IS.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Romeo + Juliet”. I liked it better this time around – oh, Emo Boy!Romeo. Clearly the Shakes production last spring helped me appreciate this play a lot more than I used to. I still dislike it because pretty much everybody annoys me, but I have some degree of sympathy now. However, three words, and then goodnight indeed: LEO’S HAIR. GOD, LEO’S HAIR. (That’s only three. Shut up.) He has perfect hair, in the sense that it’s perfectly windswept and untidy and falls artlessly over one eye just so and the highlights look really good in front of Dramatic Sun Lighting, and GUH. “Learn, guys,” as Crowley says.
I really need Google Movie Themes (like Google Scholar, etc., but for movie themes, obviously). I keep hearing phrases that I KNOW I’ve heard somewhere, but can’t remember exactly where.
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: “The Fountain”. It was... weird. But kind of satisfying, in a really cool but unsubtle way. I walked out the theatre door and turned west and there was the sun just starting to set and it was deeply fulfilling and gold-colored.
That, and I’d just eaten two scoops of Sticky Toffee Pudding ice cream. I kid you not. (The real thing is better. But it was still tasty. Also, I hadn’t had any ice cream since September. And I’d finished my Latin final in, like, 45 minutes.)
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: “Casino Royale”. I tried to stay awake, and I managed it. Barely. I may have dozed off during the MILD SPOILER airport scene. And then it just wouldn’t end! I was bored before they even got to the casino. (Sorry,
cadragongirl. The Bond movies just don’t do it for me.) Admittedly there were some funny moments. But you know it’s a danger sign when the gadgets are the best part of a film. Any film. Especially one in which they do not appear. You know there’s a downside to having an elementary knowledge of Latin? Misuse of the language in fic titles, spells, etc. really annoys me now. Incorrect cases, nonsensical word order, vocabulary misuse, first person PIA when clearly an imperative was in order... gyah!
Monday, January 1, 2007
Things I am going to do the minute I get back to LA (in probable order of importance):
1. Clean my face with my five-step facial cleanser kit. Use all five steps. There is a reason I hate air travel, and it’s not the parody of national security that's going around yelling at people and not providing free quart-sized plastic bags.
Actually I can’t think of anything else at the moment. I have spent almost my entire vacation with the most shocking cold, and will be very glad when it’s over. Both the vacation and the cold. I thought I’d take advantage of the lack of downstairs neighbors to get in some practice, but to tell the truth I haven’t had the heart. I miss you all terribly. “Home” is undergoing revision, in that I now divide my time between LA and my parents’ new house. “Home” is really a U-shaped brick building in which I can no longer live. Exile is, for me, something of a delayed reaction. I still find it hard to believe that Into the Woods was a year ago, and that I’m not getting on a plane to Boston tomorrow to hang out with my best friends, fiddle, eat ramen and make cows.
Well, one of four’s not bad. I leave it to you to divine which one I’ll be doing. Hint: it’s not the cows.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Well, I’ve remembered what 2) was going to be: Find the Eyebrow Tweezers. But apparently the situation wasn’t as dire as I thought.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Proof”. What can I say? I *heart* geeks. Especially ones who are good at all that math stuff I happen to be terrible at. And are tall, dark, and in really geeky bands.
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: “Pan’s Labyrinth”. OMG so gross. And so good. And weird. And gross. And good. It’s the kind of movie
edajaram and I would have dragged Siena to, and she would have ended up liking it more than either of us. Okay, we probably wouldn’t have had to drag her. I really loved how all the little sounds of movement - giant insect segments clicking, leather boots creaking – were mirrored in the speech. Spanish is such a cool language, with all sorts of poky corner bits and clicks and unexpected softnesses. And now I am signing off, for there is makeshift dinner to prepare, and stuff from the library to watch. I have Monty Python and the Holy Grail, An Ideal Husband, and the first disc of Cowboy Bebop. Some days I really love LA. And I think it might rain.
