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?
Let’s just not call Leonardo at all. How bout that?
He was good in The Departed. So was Scorsese.