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floatingleafUpdate on the sunburn: I think I'll live. My shoulders still look ugly, and the red patch of skin at the bottom of my neck feels extremely dry, like old parchment... but the pain is gone. Now there's only itching and white flakes of dead skin coming off all over my arms/shoulders/neck etc., even in places that don't seem burned at all. I wonder how long it will take before I look all pasty-white again (me?... tanned???... that ain't happened yet - or if it did, it was too long ago to remember... LOL).
Update on the summer: still hot. Sunny and breezy and generally glorious most of the time, but HOT. A third-floor apartment without central air-conditioning is a very toasty place to be.:/ I can live with that - but cooking is simply out of the question. So I've been making lots of salads. I have some interesting recipes I've never tried before - but if you know of any cool (literally) meal ideas that don't involve using the stove or oven (steaming veggies in the microwave is doable, since it doesn't increase the air temperature in the kitchen in a noticeable way), please share. I'll be in your debt.
Update on the gay: I watched Brokeback Mountain again last night. For the third or fourth time - not sure which. I have such a soft spot in my heart for this movie, it's kind of ridiculous, actually. Anyway... I always cry at the same exact moment: when Ennis brings down the old shirts from Jack's room, and Jack's mother has a paper bag ready to pack them up, and they just look into each other's eyes for a long while. That look destroys me every time. Ennis is such a tragic character - more so than Jack, I think, even though it's Jack who dies a tragic death - and I totally identify with him on some deep, primal level. He totally resonates with my own feeling of "not fitting in"; of being shy and introverted and lost and helpless against fate, against emotions, against other people's warped perceptions of what's acceptable etc. Jack is a very likeable person, right there on the surface, and he has the guts to fight for what he wants; so I can't really identify with him. I can, however, totally identify with falling for someone like him and feeling undeserving/inadequate as a result. With not being able to deal with happiness, as it were. So it all hits really close to home for me. Plus, it's such a raw, beautiful love story. So touchingly imperfect. So un-Hollywood, so understated, so real. And the acting is amazing. Heath Ledger breaks my heart into a thousand little pieces, and this is the role I will always remember him for. That kiss on the staircase, where he just grabs Jake and slams him against the wall... it's on my top-ten list of movie kisses of all time, I think (Jake is also amazing in that one - even if I suspect it might have been somewhat less of a stretch for him to convincingly portray homosexual passion...;). And that scene where he comes into the tent, holding his hat in front of himself in a very obviously concealing/revealing way, and is so eager and so reluctant all at the same time... oh God. Another classic. Or that breakdown moment after Jake says I wish I knew how to quit you...
Gotta stop now. It's somehow gotten really late and I'm falling on my face.:(
Update on the summer: still hot. Sunny and breezy and generally glorious most of the time, but HOT. A third-floor apartment without central air-conditioning is a very toasty place to be.:/ I can live with that - but cooking is simply out of the question. So I've been making lots of salads. I have some interesting recipes I've never tried before - but if you know of any cool (literally) meal ideas that don't involve using the stove or oven (steaming veggies in the microwave is doable, since it doesn't increase the air temperature in the kitchen in a noticeable way), please share. I'll be in your debt.
Update on the gay: I watched Brokeback Mountain again last night. For the third or fourth time - not sure which. I have such a soft spot in my heart for this movie, it's kind of ridiculous, actually. Anyway... I always cry at the same exact moment: when Ennis brings down the old shirts from Jack's room, and Jack's mother has a paper bag ready to pack them up, and they just look into each other's eyes for a long while. That look destroys me every time. Ennis is such a tragic character - more so than Jack, I think, even though it's Jack who dies a tragic death - and I totally identify with him on some deep, primal level. He totally resonates with my own feeling of "not fitting in"; of being shy and introverted and lost and helpless against fate, against emotions, against other people's warped perceptions of what's acceptable etc. Jack is a very likeable person, right there on the surface, and he has the guts to fight for what he wants; so I can't really identify with him. I can, however, totally identify with falling for someone like him and feeling undeserving/inadequate as a result. With not being able to deal with happiness, as it were. So it all hits really close to home for me. Plus, it's such a raw, beautiful love story. So touchingly imperfect. So un-Hollywood, so understated, so real. And the acting is amazing. Heath Ledger breaks my heart into a thousand little pieces, and this is the role I will always remember him for. That kiss on the staircase, where he just grabs Jake and slams him against the wall... it's on my top-ten list of movie kisses of all time, I think (Jake is also amazing in that one - even if I suspect it might have been somewhat less of a stretch for him to convincingly portray homosexual passion...;). And that scene where he comes into the tent, holding his hat in front of himself in a very obviously concealing/revealing way, and is so eager and so reluctant all at the same time... oh God. Another classic. Or that breakdown moment after Jake says I wish I knew how to quit you...
Gotta stop now. It's somehow gotten really late and I'm falling on my face.:(
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Date: 2010-07-09 02:47 am (UTC)Not sure if that makes you feel better, but it's exactly the same here... LOL.
Yes! The Elves know all about the delicate balance of light and shade.;)
No one can make a movie like that and not discover their own restrained attraction within it. =P
I don't know about Heath - and, unfortunately, in his case we will never find out - but I'm pretty sure Jakey is as queer as a three-dollar bill.;P
If some people are so firm in their beliefs, why would they fear the subject itself and not engage in a dialogue instead?
Because it's easier for them to apply some ready-made definitions of good and evil to everything without engaging their lazy braincells.:/
Which restraints do you recognize as restraints?
Gahhh... another one of those questions I could probably write a philosophical treatise on if I let myself delve into it, LOL. One good example is being constantly, painfully aware of how other people might perceive me - even though I realize that I can't possibly know it, and my guesses about it can be totally wrong. But sometimes I feel like I can never totally relax until I am by myself - which possibly explains my hermit tendencies.;)
Hmm.. that would make me slightly into a Jack-person?
Hmmm... I suppose it would.;)
I remember it being me stalking you and stuff.. =DDD
Well... don't forget that the whole thing started with some krayzy drunken LOTR-fic you wrote, which made me go all, Wow... what a loony!... Yet, strangely irresistible... ;P
So yeah... totally a Jack-person.:D