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Returned trousers to Banana Republic briskly and with no fuss, which pretty much guarantees my future loyalty. Their clothes are a little tame for me, but I'll definitely live with it for the relief of knowing I'll be taken care of if I have small problems.
Mom has just discovered Forever 21, mainly because up here it's labeled "XXI Forever," which she read as XXL and interpreted as a plus-size clothier. She is in awe, not least because the store up here is also the size of eight regular stores. Mom has used this new knowledge to buy sweaters for everyone, and also to imagine the crazy outfits she would have put together if the store existed when she was 21 and a go-go dancer on local TV. It is like imaginary paper dolls.
Ciro was accosted at a mid-mall peddler's stand and had his right thumbnail buffed with diamonds and then silk. It is extremely shiny, like new plastic. We like rubbing it and then feeling our regular nails, or flashing it like a quarter. The kit of course costs $40 and is absurd.
Many packages have arrived, so I have sweaters and checks and presents for Val and my new driver's license, which has a very transformative hologram I try not to play with too much.
Ciro bought a copy of the Silver Spoon cookbook and has therefore embarked on a spree of making simple things perfectly and with utmost efficiency. However, he is still unfamiliar with the layout of the many-cabinetted kitchen, which hampers his efficiency and perfection. I'm sure there is a classic man vs. environment short story here.
We've watched the first several episodes of Boardwalk Empire, and there are enough trancendent moments that we enjoy it, but it is awfully women in refrigerators. Lots of violence against women to deepen the storylines of male characters; a certain degree of killing off female characters once the writers get bored of writing them. And of course the "good" woman was definied immediately as a target of domestic violence who is preyed on even by the men who help her. Great. As Ciro says, there's commenting on the sexual inequality of an era, and then there's participating in it. It sometimes feels like television is deliberately rolling back the last 20 years of feminism.
On the other hand, DADT repeal passed, finally. Things do move forward eventually.
Otherwise, not much to report. I'm starting to get slightly interested in writing again, but really my storytelling and creative interest is still tied up in Hayseeds, with no ability to move it foward. I can't even edit the trailer right now because REL's computer is down and she's had to borrow Ciro's for the photoshop, and three people to a laptop is too many.
Ciro's been reading Jane Eyre, which I read and reread when I was 14 or so, and I've been reading Tender is the Night, which he read and reread at 16 or so. And together we've been reading back through Game of Thrones in anticipation of the miniseries, having seen enough promos to have a sense of what they're going to get wrong and what they're going to get right. It looks more toward the wrong side to me (not that the books are perfect), but I will watch almost anything with Sean Bean.
Mom has just discovered Forever 21, mainly because up here it's labeled "XXI Forever," which she read as XXL and interpreted as a plus-size clothier. She is in awe, not least because the store up here is also the size of eight regular stores. Mom has used this new knowledge to buy sweaters for everyone, and also to imagine the crazy outfits she would have put together if the store existed when she was 21 and a go-go dancer on local TV. It is like imaginary paper dolls.
Ciro was accosted at a mid-mall peddler's stand and had his right thumbnail buffed with diamonds and then silk. It is extremely shiny, like new plastic. We like rubbing it and then feeling our regular nails, or flashing it like a quarter. The kit of course costs $40 and is absurd.
Many packages have arrived, so I have sweaters and checks and presents for Val and my new driver's license, which has a very transformative hologram I try not to play with too much.
Ciro bought a copy of the Silver Spoon cookbook and has therefore embarked on a spree of making simple things perfectly and with utmost efficiency. However, he is still unfamiliar with the layout of the many-cabinetted kitchen, which hampers his efficiency and perfection. I'm sure there is a classic man vs. environment short story here.
We've watched the first several episodes of Boardwalk Empire, and there are enough trancendent moments that we enjoy it, but it is awfully women in refrigerators. Lots of violence against women to deepen the storylines of male characters; a certain degree of killing off female characters once the writers get bored of writing them. And of course the "good" woman was definied immediately as a target of domestic violence who is preyed on even by the men who help her. Great. As Ciro says, there's commenting on the sexual inequality of an era, and then there's participating in it. It sometimes feels like television is deliberately rolling back the last 20 years of feminism.
On the other hand, DADT repeal passed, finally. Things do move forward eventually.
Otherwise, not much to report. I'm starting to get slightly interested in writing again, but really my storytelling and creative interest is still tied up in Hayseeds, with no ability to move it foward. I can't even edit the trailer right now because REL's computer is down and she's had to borrow Ciro's for the photoshop, and three people to a laptop is too many.
Ciro's been reading Jane Eyre, which I read and reread when I was 14 or so, and I've been reading Tender is the Night, which he read and reread at 16 or so. And together we've been reading back through Game of Thrones in anticipation of the miniseries, having seen enough promos to have a sense of what they're going to get wrong and what they're going to get right. It looks more toward the wrong side to me (not that the books are perfect), but I will watch almost anything with Sean Bean.
