Had Myself a Very Surreal Christmas
I’ve been withholding a certain piece of information until now. Tomorrow is my birthday! In less than an hour I’ll be 28 years old. To celebrate, I’ll be going out to dinner with my family tomorrow night.
I’d thought of putting together an Amazon.com Wish List, but I never seem to know what I want in the way of stuff. I tend to be an impulse buyer. Then I thought about setting up a Paypal account, but there’s something so cold about money. (Plus they take a percentage off the top.) But if you’re really, really dying to get me something, I could always use Amazon.com gift certificates! They’re quick and easy! All you need is my e-mail address, and that’s right on this page.
Anyway, knowing me, tomorrow night in this very space I’ll be spouting off about my birthday and the day I was born and what it all means to me and blah blah blah blah blah. But that’s for tomorrow. For now, I’m just gonna savor being 27 for a little while longer.
Three cubed.
Numbers are cool.
Anyway…
Tonight I saw “Gosford Park.” It’s Robert Altman’s newest movie, a murder mystery set in an English country manor in 1932. Sort of a genre piece, yes, but some critics have called it one of the best films of the year. I didn’t enjoy it as much as I’d expected to, although there was plenty of choice dialogue. It’s a star-filled film: lots of big-name British actors — including Helen Mirren, Kristen Scott Thomas, Derek Jacobi, Charles Dance — and also Emily Watson and the scrumptious Ryan Phillippe. I couldn’t make out half the dialogue, though; when the movie ended, I was confused and dissatisfied because I wasn’t sure what had happened. And there were so many characters that I couldn’t remember who had what name, and also, everyone looked the same. Afterwards, I read today’s review of the movie in the New York Times, and the reviewer mentioned five or six different plot points that I hadn’t quite caught.
Oh well.
You know, my interests are so fickle. Until lately, I’d been obsessed with Kirk’s book and heavily into Robert Caro’s The Power Broker. But I have 75 pages left in the 1163-page Power Broker and yet I haven’t touched it in almost a week. As for Kirk’s book, for some reason I’ve lost interest. I read it on the train from time to time. I’ve only read 70 pages so far. I guess when I look at his book more objectively, instead of through the lens of envy, I think to myself — why?
My obsessions have changed. Lately it’s been movies and “The Lord of the Rings” and crossword puzzles and especially, most especially, “Buffy.” Why did it take me so long to start watching this show? Thankfully, FX is showing all the episodes again from the beginning, starting on New Year’s Day. I hope to catch them all. Meanwhile, at work today, I didn’t get much done. Instead I downloaded Aimster and with that, I downloaded the “Buffy” theme and all of the songs from the Buffy musical, and I listened to them all.
A generous reader has offered to lend me his tape of “The Body,” last season’s most important episode — a deed for which I’m very grateful.
So, yeah. I never seem to maintain an interest in something for too long before it’s overtaken by another interest. This could be why I’m so boyfriend-averse.
Speaking of which — I spent most of Christmas Day in a bed in a nearly-deserted Columbia University dorm with a cute, intelligent, 21-year-old Jewish transfer student. He was a total sweetie. And he was the first guy I’ve ever seen wearing both a yarmulke and an earring. He had this little loop of an earring in the top of his ear. As for the yarmulke — he’s not Orthodox, but lately he’s been trying to be more observant about his religion. He’s trying to keep kosher, and he figures if he wears his yarmulke, he’ll be less likely to slip up. Also, he was sporting a very thick beard, except on his upper lip, so I guess it looked sort of Amish; he didn’t have a beard in his photo, although he did in fact mention that he had one now. He’d have looked much cuter without it, but he was still cute with it. And can I mention again what a sweet guy he was? Is?
At about 4:30 in the afternoon we left the nearly deserted dorm building and went around the corner for Chinese food. It was almosty dark, and the streets were dead. It was eerie and weird and depressing and desolate. After we ate, he took me down to the subway and gave me a hug. He really seemed to like me.
It was the strangest Christmas I’ve ever had. And now it seems sort of unreal.
I’m not even sure it actually happened. Except that I got an e-mail from him today.
Nitey-nite!
Not that your 21yo friend is frum, but i saw, to a packed house on xmas day, a movie called Trembling Before G-d; It’s about reconciling one’s Judaism with one’s homosexuality, or not.
The documentary covers all the bases, lesbian girls secretly celebrating shabbat together, yeshiva boy-expelled now in drag, older gay brooklinite who hasn’t seen his dad since 1970, etc. It was really very good and you could tell that most of the audience identified, from the sounds of all the sniffles.
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12 of my favorite movies are by Robert Altman:
Buffalo Bill and the Indians
Kansas City
McCabe and Mrs. Miller
Three Women
The Long Goodbye
California Split
Nashville
The Player
Short Cuts
MASH
Come Back to the Five and Dime Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean
Streamers
Happy Birthday!!!!
Happy happy birthday. May all your wishes come true.
Happy Birthday! Say… did it even snow at NYC during Christmas? I left the weekend before and no snow.
Happy Birthday!!!
I hope you get everything you asked for and a few inches more..:)