Don't you love Jay Nordlinger's Impromptus on NR? It's not so much that I agree or disagree with any particular topic he may write about, it's the tone I like. Musing, gentle, skipping from anecdotes, to reader e-mails and letters, to descriptions of events like a visit to Davos, or making a political point. Gentleness in political discussion is welcome relief, isn't it?
Anyway, I've been watching a lot of movies lately - winter is finally here, although the bitter cold of the past few days has passed and now we have warmer temperatures. We've all been working long hours in the path department, but I've managed to see a movie or two on the Sundance channel. Can't be bothered with Netflix. Why, when I've got so many 'free' movie channels?
A day or so ago, I stumbled across Heights, a movie loosely based on a play by Amy Fox. According to the website, Ismail Merchant commissioned a screenplay based on the play. I'm not sure what got me to stop as I was flipping channels; I think it was Glenn Close, so startling and beautiful as a brunette, playing a dynamic and attention demanding actress in New York, with a photographer daughter who is about to be married. The tensions in the film (and how can a film not have tensions?) revolve around these three main characters. For a movie about New York, it sure is filled with hushed silences and quiet moments. It feels secret, not secretive, but secret. All three have secrets, in a way, and we the audience are carried along toward the truth by the end.
How can a movie about New York be so filled with quiet? It's a respite, that's what it is. There's that love of gentleness I have, again, and I was glad to see a little bit of it in evidence in that movie.
I bought a pocket-book, yesterday, made by vy & elle. It's made of recycled billboards, oddly enough, something I did not know when I bought the thing. I just liked the colors and wanted something new to go with the purse I bought this summer, shopping back home in Iowa with my sister-in-law. I often do that - price things in Boston, and if they have the same department store back in Iowa, buy it there. It ends up being cheaper. So, anyway, I now have this funny pink, red, white, blue, orange pocket-book (wallet). It's cute. I wonder what the bill-boards it is made out of used to say?
I have no idea what any of this rambling is supposed to mean, but I like words and I like to write and it feels calming, on a Sunday night, to quiet down with music and words, and get ready for the busy work week. Plus, there was no football on today, of course. A lot of Patriots fans are going to be rooting for the Bears, I think, and as a former sometime Chicagoan, I'll be right there cheering, too. Well, not right there. No tickets to Miami or anything.
*I'm going to see P.J. O'Rourke talk tommorrow night. I look forward to it.