Sunday, December 19, 2010

What? Muppets.

I know I have posted this, but it's that time of the year, and it is made of win and awesome.



In other news, long walks are good, weather that is not trying to kill one is good, and, needless to say, coffee is good.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

The face of the earth

Is overrated. Personally, I would like to recommend a nice fallout shelter with food, booze, all those books I have but have not read, the collected Doctor Who and all of Shahrukh Khan’s movies. Give me the winter months and I bet I can come up with some really good crossovers (you know that RFD would have approved of a singing, dancing, besequined Doctor). Because really, what is winter but a succession of errands and obnoxious music followed by an extra dose of cold? (Why yes, I am all in black today. Black is what I wear on the outside because black is what I feel on the inside. With a purple cardigan and blue scarf I am managing to look both cheerful and bruised)

Also, I am old. I was just looking for a good picture of Shahrukh Khan in sequins* – surprisingly hard to find, given how many shiny, spangly costumes he wears – and happened across some fairly revealing shots. I made a little noise, covered my eyes, and thought, ah, my, that is quite indecent**.

*You're welcome. You now also have Deepika Padukone in a princess Leia bra
**And, frankly, a little gay, even with the women.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

In the interim

I briefly interrupt my regularly scheduled Bollywood to listen to The Great Gatsby, a book I read years ago and don’t remember at all, and which I took up again to prepare to a lecture that was, in fact, about Tender is the Night. Go figure. Mostly, I feel the same as I did when I first read the book – it defies me, like On the Road. I don’t get it. It faintly bores me. And yet...I read the end four times, the very end...

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we wi

ll run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——-

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

All by itself, that is some of the most beautiful and sad prose known to man.

By the way, Beirut’s The Flying Club Cup must be the perfect accompaniment: “a Sunday smile...we wore it for a while...”.

I may now go read that book about insanity and death.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

What (not) to do

What do you do with yourself when you get overwhelmed with the giant stack of things in front of you? I know what I do. When I was in college I would run off during study sessions for, say, English linguistics, to learn Latin grammar. I am not at all kidding. Today, freshly home from Thanksgiving travel and faced with a giant pile of things to do, I repress the desire to start learning a new language, though that would make me happy. I repress the desire to try catching up on all my podcasts. I repress the desire to run away and bake things. But I will allow myself to watch my new movies as I do all this stuff that I am supposed to.