Coming Up and Looking Back

It is the last week of February.  I always wonder how that happens.  February is really only two days shorter than the longest of the other months, but it always feels a week shorter.  I look up and it’s March.  March!

I had a good weekend- went to see Reservoir Dogs and Shutter Island, saw a couple of bands downtown, and had lunch on Saturday with my grandparents (who showed me slides of their trips to Yellowstone/Tetons in the 1960s and 1980s), and lunch on Sunday with my parents (and my mom & I watched Synecdoche, New York).  So I spent the weekend running around, I guess.  It was fun.

This weekend is the True/False Film Festival, and I’m really looking forward to it.  I am hoping to take advantage of it completely and totally this year, while in the past few years I ignored it.  I am making up for lost time, I guess.

Tonight is my first Tuesday night off in a few weeks, which may sound a little weird, but since I have scheduled plans on Mondays and Wednesdays now, it’s nice to think that I get a little breather tonight, because running around every night makes Thursday seem very far off at this point.  But I have plans for Thursday this week!  And then all weekend!  So I am going to yoga after work and then home to crash and stare at the television for a few hours.  It is well-earned!  I have been getting out and being very social for weeks and weeks and weeks.  And the house isn’t even that messy, either!  Sure, I haven’t worked on any Christmas pictures of the family, but whatever.  Lost is on tonight, and maybe I will get closer to finishing the book that I’ve been working through for weeks.

I have been listening to a lot of Split Lip Rayfield and Old Crow Medicine Show the past couple of weeks and googling “Missouri fiddle contests”.  I know!  Bizarre.

I don’t recommend Shutter Island.  Can we call Leonardo DiCaprio a muse?  After four films together, he’s clearly Scorsese’s muse.  Can we just call him that?