Holy cow, I did absolutely nothing on Sunday, only leaving the house once to go grocery shopping and once to attempt a run, although my breathing issues procluded me from going longer than 20 minutes, so I can’t even count it. What I did do is spend a lot of time reading, watching, and listening to some really good and really bad stuff.
Reading: I finished Cecilia Galante’s The Patron Saint of Butterflies. It’s a YA novel about two girls who grow up in a religious cult. It was “miss your subway stop” good, so I’m glad I read it in my living room where there was no chance of me ending up in Far Rockaway.
Movies: I’m on a bit of a spending freeze this month, so I declined to see W this weekend, and instead I relied on my Netflix. The disparate choices this weekend were 80′s classic Mannequin and The Piano Teacher, one of the 1,001 movies I must see before I die. I already knew I loved Mannequin, and I watched it with an appreciation that they just don’t make movies like that anymore. Nowadays, people prefer their plots to “make sense,” or at least have a lot of T&A. As for The Piano Teacher, *in a Men on Film voice* Hated It! While the acting was good, the overall fuckedupedness of the rest of the movie did not make up for that. It almost made me want to start hating the French, it was that bad. In short, I only watched 3/4ths of the movie, but once the Piano Teacher started making out with her own mother, I decided that I’ll be fine if I die without finishing it.
TV: OMG, everything you heard about The Wire is true. The show is more addictive than the herion being sold on the streets of Baltimore. The cats woke me up at 5AM on Sunday with their incessant catfighting and when I couldn’t get back to sleep, I stayed up to watch three epidsodes to finish up Season 4. I was going to pace myself before moving on to the final season, but by the end of the day, I decided I couldn’t wait and put Season 5 on the top of my queue.
Listening: There’s a local band called The Felice Brothers, and I popped on some of their music while making five days of Falafel for lunch this week. The songs are still in my head. Now they can be in yours:
Sports: Is there some kind of baseball thing going on this week? The Mets aren’t in it though, right? Meh. I can’t say I was bothered to watch any kind of sports this weekend.
The Internet: Again, I ignored it. All weekend, except for one time when I went to check the weather, and one time when I checked the TV listings. (Note: in the years since I’ve been TV-less, there is still nothing good on Sunday afternoons.) I didn’t miss anything, did I?