wherein I'm being repetitive like an old vinyl record

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Update 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.:(

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Um.. *wipes brow with sparkly towel*
These days are all about artfully invented cold/chilly/icy meals, even here in Teh North. Guh - it´s been some days of +30C and I am mostly walking around in the garden with wet towels around my head to not die from sunstroke. I do love Swedish summers, but when the air is fucking vibrating it´s not my cup of tea (not being one of those sun-worshippers and generally refusing to expose teh pasty-white fleshiness, because WHY has it to be that us Pale Transparent People are totally discriminated against?) *ogles sister´s tan & wonders how we can be of the same family*
But back to the eating-issue;
What about some Gazpacho? Just whatever you have at home concerning fresh vegetables..
Or melon, Parma ham & mozzarella (virgin olive oil, sea salt, fresh basil)?
Greek salad with tzatziki & bread?
Filled peaches/tomatoes (tuna fish, hardboiled eggs, red onion, mayonnaise, sourcream.. or… cottage cheese, apple, yellow cheese, red onion…. Or… Feta cheese, black olives, tomatoes, garlic)
*runs out of creative ideas, due to current ev0l!sunstroke*
*adds another wet towel*
*drops melting icecube in cleavage*

Oh my.. Brokeback. Yesss, the tent! *dies* And the starircase!snog..*gulps*
Why wasn´t there MOAR EXPLICIT SCENES, btw?
So touchingly imperfect. So un-Hollywood, so understated, so real. *WHIMPERS*

First time I saw this movie, was in a theatre in Israel. I remember having some frustrated moments trying to interpret Ennis´ muffled grumblings - with a Hebrew subtitle. *headdesk*
Of course, this was one of those movies I knew I was going to love even before it started, as I am a lover of controversial!movies (while it wasn´t all that controversial in my_eyes, but just for the cause of it y´know.. *bounces*)
Disturbingly, before half-time of the movie - most people had left the theatre in protest (yeah, and why the hell are they even GOING to watch a gay themed movie in the first place, huh???)
It startled my bf at the time, he got really upset, as he himself was very touched by it and cried along with me at the end. (2 red-faced people leaving the theatre at least damnit)

Isn´t it amazing how a certain moment in a movie automatically triggers the tears? I completely agree with you on the cry!moments you mentioned. *snifflez at Ennis!shirt and the whole impossibility of their love-story to end happily*

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
That´s really interesting, I find it fascinating when one can identify oneself with the deeper levels of a movie-character. Ennis was always the one frustrating me with his interacting issues and held-back character- probably because he contains so many restrained feelings that I basically just wanna rip all those layers apart and present Reality for him to face, awaking the sleeping!rebel inside and just let.him.flow.upwards.and.submerge. Gah!

The non-fitting-in!issue is basically the matter of my life too, although written on a sparkly wall with a rebellious pen. =S
Omg, I totally love your reviews.. they speak directly to my heart in a very sincere way as you have the way with words that I don´t (though wishing I had), for things like this. Yep, much speaking my mind and all; you´re putting words to much of my own thoughts. Damn fascinating, really.

Good to hear that you´re recovering from the lobster!state. I felt really sorry, because being one who generally fears the sun - I do know it´s horrible to miscalculate its damaging power. Sensitive elves and all that. *nods*