Somehow, I’m at an all-time high of 117 lb. In the last three years I’ve been fluctuating between 114–115, no matter how much or how little I ate. I never even imagined that I’d break the 115 barrier, so suddenly finding out that I was this…“heavy” came as a huge surprise. I’m guessing that it’s my metabolism adjusting to being on a regular schedule of three meals a day now, on top of the extra exercise that causes me to eat like a BEAST.
Man, have I missed steak for dinner. I brought back a nice hunk of strip loin from home, seasoned it with Montreal steak spice, and pan fried it to perfection. I’ve been living off chicken and pork for the last two years, so the red meat is a nice change. I think I’ll start doing steak nights on Fridays. It’ll certainly make deciding what to have for dinner a lot easier.
A nicely cut T-bone, cooked to medium, served with potatoes and a glass of red wine. Ugh. Heaven.
Ever since I came back on the weekend, when Dolly was home all alone, she’s been especially affectionate to me. Before she would sleep on my chair at night, but now she tries to sleep on my pillow by leaning on my head, or crawl under the covers to sleep on my chest. Even though I keep getting woken up, I hope she keeps it up.
School of Rock was very well done and very enjoyable.
Lost in Translation was great. Everything about the film was successful, but I especially enjoyed the subtleness. The direction was perfect, in how underplayed and minimalistic it made everything seem. I wasn’t truly impressed though until I found out that Sophia Coppola wrote the script as well. Bill Murray was made for the part, but everyone else was satisfactory. The entire movie felt to me like a simple glimpse into the chance interaction of two people, and it began as gently as it ended. The audience is left as an observer, which made everything all the more believable to me. I interpreted the story as the interaction of two people, who are at two completely different points in their lives. As a result, their communication becomes jumbled. Lost in translation. They discuss the same things, but they’re not quite saying the same things. The resolution came from the end, when both people recognized the relationship they had, and it was as far as it should have gone. Anything else would have seemed ridiculous. I think it was an overrated movie, but definitely one that deserves a healthy, generous amount of praise.
I’m at a loss for words. The entire experience was almost completely ineffable. I laughed. I cried. I got goosebumps. I melted. A complete masterpiece, and the one of the most poignant films I’ve ever seen, although I’m partially biased due to my current circumstances. Where the Gondry/Kaufman duo failed in Human Nature due to an unsupportive script and resulting superfluous directing, this film has completely succeeded. A movie I will be buying. A movie I will be watching over and over again. A movie that would have changed my life had I not already come to the same conclusion a few months earlier.
Met someone on the bus back who has some odd coincidences with me. Both of us are Scorpios, and reading books written by authors who won Nobel Prizes in Literature within two years of each other. The person who started at her work around the same time I started at my work ended up being the person I replaced at my current job. Our fathers also both went through their midlife crises in the last two years. Both bought Japanese motorcycles, then bought Porches. Both were Boxters and silver.