June 12th, 2011

rubber pool balls


Makes a girl feel like Goldilocks, this weather, after that of last week.  That is, it's never just right.

But that's not really true.  It was just right for a bit today, when I had long sleeves on.  But brunch \aut was COLLLLLLDd.

That doesn't work, does it.  That spelling.

Anyway I'm not shutting all the windows yet.  It's too good to feel in touch with outside like this.  But I won't be having them open overnight, I 'spect.

Took the dog to Pittsfield Green today.  That's what I'm calling the strip between those units peteralway lives in one of.  Peter, I'd have called you to come out & meet Lula if you were home, but I remember that you don't care for dogs.  We ran some, and for a change she didn't try to herd me, but mostly cuz she found a ball out there she was having fun carrying around.

Here she is in the taller grass-like stuff.   (Click on it for bigger.)  (Hey, might make good wallpaper....)

"I like the tall grass."

She's just been deciding she likes those ventures into taller groundcover.  I think a little about snakes, especially in the really tall stuff at Buhr, and on account of a woman I know in Kansas recently had her dog get snakebit, but mostly I let her explore.  On the leash.  Next up, perhaps, a longer long leash.  Will I go for the dog park at the end of the month (when I get her licensed and it lasts 2 years, vs. barely more than 1 if I did it now)?  Not sure.  Up in air.  See plusses and minusses.  But that dawg needs to run, off leash, and with dogs seems to be the way that happens most easily.

Maybe someday I'll have one of those ball chuckers, and I'll chuck balls, and she'll fetch 'em.

This coming week (which starts tomorrow) I'm shooting for a 40-hour workweek with early starts.  Trying to regularize a schedule with the dogs breaks and all.  Winging it so far often seems to mean using leave.  I'm thinking about this now cuz I'm thinking how I need to get myself to bed at a decent hour.  But I have company coming, for serious bizness, no not that kind of bizness, oh you weren't thinking that kind of bizness?, like that song Bizness TIme, with the line with the socks that cracks me up so?, oh well never mind then.

Yikes, gotta eat, and walk the pup again.  Don't tell anybody I'm playing Empires & Allies on facebook.  It's a war game.  There's some community planning and arranging, but it's mostly about battles.  It's what eats my time when I sit down here on a weekend afternoon, and it's why my laundry remains unfolded yet again still and almost always.

Midnight in Paris

 I forgot to mention that I saw the new Woody Allen movie.  I went in knowing nothing of it beyond the title, and that Owen Wilson (for whom I have a soft spot) was in it.  And maybe I'd heard Carla Bruni was too.

It was fun.  Lots of surprises for me, and the kind of pomposity-poking humor he's gotten so menschy with.  I laughed at myself along with the rest of it.  

Notable was how little time he wasted in exposition.  It was efficient right up to just shy of clunkiness.  Yet its business-like work somehow established via a kind of offhandedness not just the basics of the dramatic situation but a kind of lightness of spirit that signal easy comedy around big serious life issues.  And sure enough, that's what we got.  Owen goes along with his improbable experience with just enough resistance to make it semi-credible but not too much to disrupt the overall acceptance of the universe we find ourselves in, along with him.  And then it's funny with cliché and pokes fun at romantic foibles, and, sure, ties it all up in a neat enough package, which ordinarily isn't so great, but, again, feels like the right touch in this film.

One of the aspects Woody's movies I often love, particularly in period pieces, and particularly in interiors, doesn't seem so remarkable in this one--- it's that detail of production design.  Not that they didn't pull it off, nor have challenges along those lines.  I don't know from Paris, but it seems as if it'd be easier to do the floating in time there.  Vs. NYC, for inst.

Anyway I guess Woody, to me, is the third thing in Goldilocks a lot.  He gets it just right.  When he gets it just right.  Which he did with this lite but rich movie.

The main distraction from the plot for me, besides "This is fun," was occasional pondering the unlikelihood of my ever getting to Paris, and the what-it-would-take-for-me-to.

Laughed at that Hemingway, gotta say.  Somebody on facebook the other day posted an image of an "inspirational" quotation attributed to Ernie, but, despite the short/simple phrasing, I don't think many who'd heard much of him (and perhaps actually read his stuff, too) would think he'd really said

But if you go to the tumblr site mentioned on that image, you'll see the source explanation:  "Disclaimer: Most of the quotes that I use are not mine. Where they came from? The Internet and text messages sent to me."

In the movie Hemingway asks no such rhetorical candy, but---suddenly looking around him, arms wide, after a big swig from a liquor bottle---this question, which (we laugh cuz it) seems more in character with the cartoon of the guy we carry now: Collapse )