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Out of Africa
Aug. 18th, 2002 06:13 pmYesterday afternoon I cleaned my apartment. This is a very good sign of my mental health, actually. My bathroom is very shiny.
Last night, went to the cinema with two friends, one of whom is recently back from three years studying primates in Zimbabwe. (I can never remember which ones, but I think baboons.) We saw Possession and then went out for Indian food. There are now almost as many ads before the movie in the US as there were in London. My zoologist friend got the cultural bends from all the media.
Possession was very satisfying. It's a very intellectual love story, set in London, about two literary scholars who are experts on 1850s poetry. The man discovers a connection between the poet he studies and the poet she studies, and together they find all sorts of hidden love letters between the two poets. Of course, they fall in love along the way, as they try to keep their discoveries out of the hands of his departmental rival (and her former lover) and an annoying professor from New Mexico. My friend S and I have both read the book by A.S. Byatt and were well satisfied with the film. It might seem a little slow (or, as The New Yorker said, "tepid") for those who have not.
( A longer review, complete with spoilers )
Today I accompanied my friend W (whom I had visited in London) and her boyfriend to 125th Street. Boyfriend is from Brixton and wanted to go up to Harlem and eat soul food at Sylvia's and see the Apollo Theater and generally soak up the atmosphere. Which we did, but damn it's hot. I now have two meals worth of food in my fridge. We got all the classics: fried chicken, spare ribs, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, green beans, candied yams, rice, black-eyed peas and red velvet cake. I am not planning on eating again in my lifetime. I left them on the A train, on the way down to the b-ball courts on West 4th Street.
Now I sit in my nice air conditioned apartment, hair wet from the shower, eating a lime frozen fruit. Ooh, and you know what I saw at the bodega up on Malcolm X Boulevard? Caramel M&M's! They're not bad. Look for the maroon package.
Last night, went to the cinema with two friends, one of whom is recently back from three years studying primates in Zimbabwe. (I can never remember which ones, but I think baboons.) We saw Possession and then went out for Indian food. There are now almost as many ads before the movie in the US as there were in London. My zoologist friend got the cultural bends from all the media.
Possession was very satisfying. It's a very intellectual love story, set in London, about two literary scholars who are experts on 1850s poetry. The man discovers a connection between the poet he studies and the poet she studies, and together they find all sorts of hidden love letters between the two poets. Of course, they fall in love along the way, as they try to keep their discoveries out of the hands of his departmental rival (and her former lover) and an annoying professor from New Mexico. My friend S and I have both read the book by A.S. Byatt and were well satisfied with the film. It might seem a little slow (or, as The New Yorker said, "tepid") for those who have not.
( A longer review, complete with spoilers )
Today I accompanied my friend W (whom I had visited in London) and her boyfriend to 125th Street. Boyfriend is from Brixton and wanted to go up to Harlem and eat soul food at Sylvia's and see the Apollo Theater and generally soak up the atmosphere. Which we did, but damn it's hot. I now have two meals worth of food in my fridge. We got all the classics: fried chicken, spare ribs, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, green beans, candied yams, rice, black-eyed peas and red velvet cake. I am not planning on eating again in my lifetime. I left them on the A train, on the way down to the b-ball courts on West 4th Street.
Now I sit in my nice air conditioned apartment, hair wet from the shower, eating a lime frozen fruit. Ooh, and you know what I saw at the bodega up on Malcolm X Boulevard? Caramel M&M's! They're not bad. Look for the maroon package.
