goodbye summer...

it seems so odd to me that it's suddenly august. well tomorrow it'll be august, if we're really being technical. but where did the summer go? i look at all the new yorkers and tourists and what not sweating their asses off with disgruntled looks on their faces... and i'm thinking all that sweat has GOT to be leading to weight loss... but then i look down at my own sweaty body and notice... nope.

life just keeps ticking by... and the more that i think about it, the more i wonder... what the hell am i doing here? not so much here... but HERE. with this life. i walk the sidewalks and have these conversations with myself (in my own head mind you, we wouldn't want people thinking that i'm crazy), and i have these ideas about what direction i think a novel should take, and by the time i'm sitting down again, i've completely forgotten what i would have written down. i so don't want to become one of those writers that walks around everywhere with a tape recorder... but i really might have to do it.

i pay attention to the random bits of information available on the subways... and i've seen this passage many, many times, but for some reason... reading it yesterday sort of stabbed me in the chest. i'm sure you've all seen it somewhere:

"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something ….Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion." - E.B. White

i agree with this thought wholeheartedly... and it serves as a great reminder for me to continue to be passionate about my life here and what that means. i need to focus on my passions and stop worrying about other unnecessary actions or courses. i write... i photograph... i remember that i am passionate. i am a person of passion.

now if i only i could get laid. :)

i discover anthony lane

i am sometimes swayed by public opinion when it comes to entertainment... meaning sometimes i believe what the crazy people at rottentomatoes are saying, and add movies to my netflix queue (joy) based solely on the reviews of others. but sometimes, i should be careful.

i brilliant example of this is sunshine, the movie that i watched with friend P last night. it stars cillian murphy (batman begins) and michelle yeoh (memoirs of a geisha). a sci-fi thriller that takes place in space... on a spaceship... on the way to the sun to help regenerate the earth's life force, or else everyone will DIE!!!... dun dun dun. really... the real reason that i even added the movie in the first place is because of chris evans (london, fantastic four). i am swayed by the pretty, it can't be helped.

anyway, the movie was AWFUL... so we get on metacritic to see how well the movie did with the public and it got a really high score and unusually complimentary reviews. we were shocked. until we found anthony lane, a brilliant movie critic for the new yorker. and now my friends: anthony lane reviews sunshine

you really don't need to watch the movie to enjoy this man's writing about it... i spent a good part of last night rolling on the floor with laughter.

some people are pure magic. and now i've found a man's opinion that i can trust. ;)