Maybe Black Mesa

Mom brought home some flowers from a funeral, and we have no idea what they are. They look like Chinese lanterns crossed with horse chestnuts.

In one of those pleasurable serendipities, I was listening to an old Chicago bluseman sing "This Train is Bound for Glory" on the radio, and when I flipped stations at the commercial break afterward I got "Highway to Hell."

Ciro and I went out to see Gravity at Jordan's Furniture, which really is one of the stranger places I've ever been. I like it a lot, but it is also bizarre in ways that aren't easy to convey; it is totally unlike anything I could compare it to. I take people there in the same way I might take a London tourist to Harrod's. (But it makes less sense than Harrod's.) After the movie, we got ice cream cones and at them on a bridge made of jellybeans while we watched people at the trapeze school and choreographed fountains and a sculpture of a green monster eating a Yankee player. I had pistachio.

As for the movie, B minus. Competent but rote blockbuster genre fare.

Further thoughts behind the cut assume you've seen the movie. By which I mean not only spoilers, but an assumption that you know what I'm talking about.

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