dawdling
With internet cable and a week off from work, I've been surfing up a storm. I'm obsessed with shopping online for furniture, Friendster, and deciding how to spend my evenings in the upcoming months.
What I should be concentrating on is quickly unpacking boxes, cleaning up hairballs, and buying groceries.
But I'm on vacation. So I dawdle.
I've also been checking up on a few films underway. Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic, with Bill Murray and Cate Blanchett, is in production, though I can't find the US release date. I'm also impatiently awaiting Kitchen Stories (please come to mini-apple!); Tarantino's Kill Bill (pow*pop*kick!); Kevin Smith's Jersey Girl (despite dopey Ben and a brief cameo by J Lo); Envy with Stiller and Jack Black; and Jim Jarmusch's Coffee and Cigarettes (with cameos by Meg and Jack White).
I haven't seen any good films lately. I saw a bad one though, Serendipity. Sappy, saccharine, hokey. It's frustrating when the supporting actors have more oomph than the leads. In this case, Jeremy Piven and Molly Shannon completely outshine the lackluster Kate Beckinsale and whiny John Cusack. [Note to John: John, you were adorable in Say Anything, but that's because high school angst only works for teen-aged roles. I think it's time to find a new angle.]
I step away from the monitor from time to time. I picked up a copy of Ian Frazier's Family last week. I'd read his essay, "Take the F," and fell in love with the way he strings his words together. The opening line to Family begins, "The Twentieth Century began on a Tuesday." I think Mr. Frazier and I will get along just fine.
Time to get a move on. Happy New Years, everyone! And don't forget to check your heels for trailing toilet paper.
What I should be concentrating on is quickly unpacking boxes, cleaning up hairballs, and buying groceries.
But I'm on vacation. So I dawdle.
I've also been checking up on a few films underway. Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic, with Bill Murray and Cate Blanchett, is in production, though I can't find the US release date. I'm also impatiently awaiting Kitchen Stories (please come to mini-apple!); Tarantino's Kill Bill (pow*pop*kick!); Kevin Smith's Jersey Girl (despite dopey Ben and a brief cameo by J Lo); Envy with Stiller and Jack Black; and Jim Jarmusch's Coffee and Cigarettes (with cameos by Meg and Jack White).
I haven't seen any good films lately. I saw a bad one though, Serendipity. Sappy, saccharine, hokey. It's frustrating when the supporting actors have more oomph than the leads. In this case, Jeremy Piven and Molly Shannon completely outshine the lackluster Kate Beckinsale and whiny John Cusack. [Note to John: John, you were adorable in Say Anything, but that's because high school angst only works for teen-aged roles. I think it's time to find a new angle.]
I step away from the monitor from time to time. I picked up a copy of Ian Frazier's Family last week. I'd read his essay, "Take the F," and fell in love with the way he strings his words together. The opening line to Family begins, "The Twentieth Century began on a Tuesday." I think Mr. Frazier and I will get along just fine.
Time to get a move on. Happy New Years, everyone! And don't forget to check your heels for trailing toilet paper.
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