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Snow Has Cancelled The Movies
Feb. 11th, 2015 01:34 amCiro and I tried to go see Inherent Vice today, but all the movie theaters were closed because it snowed yesterday. It turns out to be impossible to shine a light at a flat surface, even though you have covered parking and the streets are clear, if there are ice crystals sometime in the past; I think it's one of those D&D alchemical things.
I have this theory that Massachusetts' default state is "closed," and if anything is ever open, it is a sign that the stars have aligned in a staircase for baby Jesus.
Just try to get gasoline sometime. Anytime. I dare you.
My friend Chris Blacker grew up in Alaska, and I asked him once how everybody got through the winter, the literal and psychological darkness of 23-hour nights. He said to battle the heightened risk of suicide, there were parties every night - houses on the block would trade off, but there was always a party in walking distance and everybody was always invited, so that if you were lonely or stir-crazy, people and social distraction were available. Encouraged.
Jane Dempsey, my ex in-law (my outlaw) worked in Sweden for a while, and she said during the winter everyone at Ericsson was required to leave their desks at lunch and spend an hour outdoors in the limited sunlight; she and her coworkers often went for strolls together. When it got dark, everyone put electric candles in their windows so that strangers' journeys home would be cheerful instead of formlessly bleak.
Massachusetts doesn't go in for any of that. It is generally preferred that you stay in your house and not answer the phone, except during the summer, when you go to your other house, possibly in Maine.
Ciro and I watched Frank on Netflix. It made me laugh. I recommend it if you're the sort of person who likes Jon Ronson articles (which I do). Maggie Gyllenhaal's performance of "I want to marry a lighthouse keeper" is sublime. She's great throughout.
I have this theory that Massachusetts' default state is "closed," and if anything is ever open, it is a sign that the stars have aligned in a staircase for baby Jesus.
Just try to get gasoline sometime. Anytime. I dare you.
My friend Chris Blacker grew up in Alaska, and I asked him once how everybody got through the winter, the literal and psychological darkness of 23-hour nights. He said to battle the heightened risk of suicide, there were parties every night - houses on the block would trade off, but there was always a party in walking distance and everybody was always invited, so that if you were lonely or stir-crazy, people and social distraction were available. Encouraged.
Jane Dempsey, my ex in-law (my outlaw) worked in Sweden for a while, and she said during the winter everyone at Ericsson was required to leave their desks at lunch and spend an hour outdoors in the limited sunlight; she and her coworkers often went for strolls together. When it got dark, everyone put electric candles in their windows so that strangers' journeys home would be cheerful instead of formlessly bleak.
Massachusetts doesn't go in for any of that. It is generally preferred that you stay in your house and not answer the phone, except during the summer, when you go to your other house, possibly in Maine.
Ciro and I watched Frank on Netflix. It made me laugh. I recommend it if you're the sort of person who likes Jon Ronson articles (which I do). Maggie Gyllenhaal's performance of "I want to marry a lighthouse keeper" is sublime. She's great throughout.
