A world filled with Justice
When moving to a strange city, waiting 2 weeks for your things to arrive, the smallest things make a huge difference. I made coffee at home this morning. Can I get an 'amen'? AMEN!
Before I left California, I bought my favorite roast of Peet's coffee. Sitting on the bed with Graham, in front of the blessed box fan, drinking our delicious cups of coffee, was a welcomed way to start the day.
Also, we bought a rose colored kitchen mat for in front of the sink. You'd think my dearly departed grandmother had showed up with goodies, the way I felt so comforted at the sight of it this morning. It's the only color we have in the kitchen so far, and it glows with warm beauty at the foot of our sink.
I think I am doing better today.
Already we have ordered an AC for delivery tomorrow morning. I've balanced my checkbook. The junky couple, who sat in front of me on the subway, and who almost got into a fist fight, but fell asleep first, didn't get under my skin.
Oh, yeah--and my car sold! So I have money coming, and I don't need to explain why this is a good thing. Add that with another check that is coming and it covers the cost of my guitar getting fixed almost exactly! You see? I may change my blog name to THINGS WORK OUT.
Tonight we are going to see Broken Flowers, the new Jim Jarmuch movie, starring Bill Murray. I've been looking forward to this movie for a long time. I hope it's good, because we already tried a movie excursion with, Gus Van Sant's Last Days. We walked out of it. It's very rare for me to do that sort of thing, but I am getting to the point where it's not enough for me to watch people act effed up for 2 hours. Michael Pitt does a great impersonation of Kurt Cobain, but since when is impersonation the same thing as acting? Van Sant was smart to keep Courtney Love out of it. There's nothing minamalist about her, and this movie is so minamalist that it lacks plot or story line.
In any case, I love that Bill Murray has become this heavy contendor in Hollywood. This is the guy who I grew up with thinking the best role he ever did was Ghostbusters. Now he's up there with De Niro in stature. I've got to love a world where that happens.
Before I left California, I bought my favorite roast of Peet's coffee. Sitting on the bed with Graham, in front of the blessed box fan, drinking our delicious cups of coffee, was a welcomed way to start the day.
Also, we bought a rose colored kitchen mat for in front of the sink. You'd think my dearly departed grandmother had showed up with goodies, the way I felt so comforted at the sight of it this morning. It's the only color we have in the kitchen so far, and it glows with warm beauty at the foot of our sink.
I think I am doing better today.
Already we have ordered an AC for delivery tomorrow morning. I've balanced my checkbook. The junky couple, who sat in front of me on the subway, and who almost got into a fist fight, but fell asleep first, didn't get under my skin.
Oh, yeah--and my car sold! So I have money coming, and I don't need to explain why this is a good thing. Add that with another check that is coming and it covers the cost of my guitar getting fixed almost exactly! You see? I may change my blog name to THINGS WORK OUT.
Tonight we are going to see Broken Flowers, the new Jim Jarmuch movie, starring Bill Murray. I've been looking forward to this movie for a long time. I hope it's good, because we already tried a movie excursion with, Gus Van Sant's Last Days. We walked out of it. It's very rare for me to do that sort of thing, but I am getting to the point where it's not enough for me to watch people act effed up for 2 hours. Michael Pitt does a great impersonation of Kurt Cobain, but since when is impersonation the same thing as acting? Van Sant was smart to keep Courtney Love out of it. There's nothing minamalist about her, and this movie is so minamalist that it lacks plot or story line.
In any case, I love that Bill Murray has become this heavy contendor in Hollywood. This is the guy who I grew up with thinking the best role he ever did was Ghostbusters. Now he's up there with De Niro in stature. I've got to love a world where that happens.
posted by Summer Pierre at
3:15 PM
1 Comments:
honeychild, i'm so glad you're feeling a little more at home this morning! your writing is awesome - keep it coming. california misses you, masweet! and so do i!!! :(
xoxo
p.s. i think everyone feels like the "odd kid out" in ny - probably even the ones that look so damn ON IT with their fashion, cool hair, gorgeousness, etc. i fully know the feeling - you're like "why do these pants work in calie but not here?" "this was a perfectly good outfit in s.c. - i was COOL in this one, even, what gives?!!?" YOU RULE! keep on rockin your own badass style, mama.
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