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Sep. 28th, 2003 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jlhMostly I'm geekily happy that I found a cd database program for my mac, and I've been popping in CDs like crazy. I will soon officially know how many I have. This is ridiculously exciting.
Also, Friday I went to the eye doctor and got new contacts and new glasses which will be here in two weeks. They are very pretty, small oval rimless with silver nose and earpieces. So now I'll have contacts that I can wear and glasses that I'll want to wear.
Tuesday we saw Lost in Translation which I loved, loved. Now, generally Holly and I are on the same page about happy endings, and she found the bittersweet ending to be really with the not happy. But I didn't want Bob and Charlotte to "get together". I don't think I articulated it very well that night, why I found the ending so deeply satisfying. But the other day I was wandering about and "Midnight at the Oasis" came into my head and I realized why.
That lounge singer? Could she be any more 70s cheesy with her Bette-Midler-in-The-Rose hair and her boring faux jazz versions of typical songs? I think that the whole scene where he's just slept with her is about the tawdry, and that what he has with Charlotte is the opposite of that. Now, I am rarely on the side of "sex will spoil it" but here I am; if Bob and Charlotte had fucked she would have been just another girl he'd fucked, just another hotel romance. And that's exactly what she wasn't. So, I thought it was a happy ending, myself.
Friday Emily and I saw Party Monster the other night. It was odd—much of the action happened right when I moved to NYC in 1993. The club kids were still around at clubs like the Limelight and USA, working the door in many cases. Then Peter Gatien was raided and the Voice was abuzz with the rumours surrounding the missing Angel. And then, well, um, they found his torso in the East River. (Memo to self: Always throw the body into the HUDSON, as it is an actual river and flows out to the sea, as opposed to the East River which is just an estuary and therefore flows back and forth with the tides.) And again, there were huge articles in the Voice about Michael Alig and bam, into jail he went. As for the film, I thought it was good but not great, that Culkin was mannered, that Sevingy was completely wasted, but that Seth Green was amazing. LOVED him.
Last night Cassie, Ruby, Ali and I had a proper girl's night with giggling and much discussion of this that and the other, and it's just too bad we were all so tired as I have some sparkling wine in the fridge but I think we would have just all fallen asleep. We saw the "Stacy's Mom" and "Going Under" videos on MTV2, which were both worth waiting for, then moved on to Pride and Prejudice which we are now halfway through, though we did skip ahead to the pond scene. What?
And now, I have to buy a fondue set and meet some ladies for brekkie. Um, not in that order.
Also, Friday I went to the eye doctor and got new contacts and new glasses which will be here in two weeks. They are very pretty, small oval rimless with silver nose and earpieces. So now I'll have contacts that I can wear and glasses that I'll want to wear.
Tuesday we saw Lost in Translation which I loved, loved. Now, generally Holly and I are on the same page about happy endings, and she found the bittersweet ending to be really with the not happy. But I didn't want Bob and Charlotte to "get together". I don't think I articulated it very well that night, why I found the ending so deeply satisfying. But the other day I was wandering about and "Midnight at the Oasis" came into my head and I realized why.
That lounge singer? Could she be any more 70s cheesy with her Bette-Midler-in-The-Rose hair and her boring faux jazz versions of typical songs? I think that the whole scene where he's just slept with her is about the tawdry, and that what he has with Charlotte is the opposite of that. Now, I am rarely on the side of "sex will spoil it" but here I am; if Bob and Charlotte had fucked she would have been just another girl he'd fucked, just another hotel romance. And that's exactly what she wasn't. So, I thought it was a happy ending, myself.
Friday Emily and I saw Party Monster the other night. It was odd—much of the action happened right when I moved to NYC in 1993. The club kids were still around at clubs like the Limelight and USA, working the door in many cases. Then Peter Gatien was raided and the Voice was abuzz with the rumours surrounding the missing Angel. And then, well, um, they found his torso in the East River. (Memo to self: Always throw the body into the HUDSON, as it is an actual river and flows out to the sea, as opposed to the East River which is just an estuary and therefore flows back and forth with the tides.) And again, there were huge articles in the Voice about Michael Alig and bam, into jail he went. As for the film, I thought it was good but not great, that Culkin was mannered, that Sevingy was completely wasted, but that Seth Green was amazing. LOVED him.
Last night Cassie, Ruby, Ali and I had a proper girl's night with giggling and much discussion of this that and the other, and it's just too bad we were all so tired as I have some sparkling wine in the fridge but I think we would have just all fallen asleep. We saw the "Stacy's Mom" and "Going Under" videos on MTV2, which were both worth waiting for, then moved on to Pride and Prejudice which we are now halfway through, though we did skip ahead to the pond scene. What?
And now, I have to buy a fondue set and meet some ladies for brekkie. Um, not in that order.
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Date: 2003-09-28 08:11 am (UTC)That is all.
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Date: 2003-09-28 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
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