with a hey, ho, the wind & the rain

Spring is now underway, and what's the first thing I see outside this morning but a robin? Hopefully that's a good omen.

Got my tax return, so today I went into Boston and stimulated the economy like a good little capitalist. Bought books and jewelry, and it made me happy. Visited my former workplace, shot the shit. Wanted to sit by the waterfront to read and write, but it was too cold and blustery so I went to South Station terminal, reading and people-watching until my friend Adam N got off work, then we went to the Institute of Contemporary Art. It was okay. I'm not big into contemporary art, most of it seems shallow and lazy to me, but I saw two artists whose work I like: Mark Bradford and Ambreen Butt (I know, and I thought Poggi was an awkward last name). William Cordoba made some neat things too, but most of his exhibit consisted of random scribbles and notebook pages. Contributions from other artists include a rug, infomercial-quality videos, infinity mirrors like the ones in the bathroom of my first house, colorless rocks strung up like windchimes, and a giant cube made of needles. If that's art, then I want in on this moneymaking fraud. The sleek, grey spiral exit staircase was pretty at least as artistic as most of the so-called artwork there. Like I said there were a few good pieces, and the exhibits were free today, so there's no reason to bitch too much.

Watched the 1999 movie version of Midsummer Night's Dream, and overall it was extremely disappointing. Save Bottom the characters were passionless, and too many important lines were cut. I certainly expected more out of Puck. You don't escape the serpent's tongue on this one, you don't even speak your whole monologue! 15 more minutes wouldn't have killed them. I also watched Secondhand Lions and actually find it to be a really good movie.

Well, that seems to be all for now. Later

I finally got around to watching Troy, and it turns out that it's a really awful movie :(
oh well.

Young Adam

This has to be one of my favorite books, if not my favorite book. I read it for at least the tenth time between last night and today.

I did an interests search for the title/term, but they're all Ewan McGregor communities and then there's trocchi which is a dead community. The most recent post there is one I made in September...I really wish I could talk to someone about this book. I'll be posting more quotes from it in loverockawaits shortly.

The movie is good, I'm a fan of any movie in which Ewan McGregor appears naked, but the book is amazing to me.

"Nothing out of place and yet everything was, because there existed the same break in continuity which I have always felt to exist between acts which I committed yesterday and my present consciousness of them."

Also, I was dicking around with photoshop and really like how the picture I took of this tree came out...can't say exactly why I'm so fond of it, but this is my new desktop image: