One small step
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fredericksWhen Friday came around I made getting out of the house for the weekend my main goal. I've spent most of my life avoiding going out in public and/or entering social situations during my free time whenever possible (it's much easier for me to socialize when it's my job to do so, mainly because the focus is never on me but on the population with which I'm working), so I figured it would be hard or very taxing. It turned out to be neither.
Saturday I'd initially planned to hit a new salon to get a radical new 'do, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captainschlumpy was kind enough to invite me to go out and about with her and a couple of her friends from out-of-town, so we spent much of the afternoon doing touristy things in Manhattan. I'd pushed the salon visit back to the evening, but my menstrual cramps decided to ramp up and I threw in the towel early.
Today I went to the Brooklyn Museum of Art with my mother and a friend of the family to check out the Murakami exhibit before it closed up shop. It was the first time I'd been to the Brooklyn museum and I was a little disappointed by the small scale (we went through the entire building, lingering here and there at various areas, within three hours), but otherwise found many interesting bits to gawk at (the Woodaabe Charm Dance, where the men of the tribe put on facial adornments and make-up, then prance and sing in front of a crowd of rather stoic-faced women who then choose among the men lovers and/or husbands? *completely* fascinating). I found the Murakami exhibit to be a little underwhelming and, at times, bewildering (is flying spunk really necessary?), but intriguing. Afterwards we headed out to Whole Foods, where I spent entirely too much money (as usual).
On the agenda for next weekend: either the Guggenheim or the Museum of Sex.
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I'm feeling more energized lately. I think it's because I'm finally keeping normal hours and I'm no longer dreading going to work. My job's also allowing me to indulge in more activity during the day, and keeping active always has a good impact on one's mental health. If our crappy scale's any indication I've lost around five pounds since starting out in the field, with most of that loss occurring more recently as I actually have enough energy to consciously make healthier diet choices. I'm watching less television and have even managed to finish a couple of books (Puppy Chow Is Better Than Prozac, which was awesome until the last fifty pages or so, and Swordspoint, which has me on the fence opinion-wise but was a fast fun read) and have made it my mission to finish another one by week's end (either The Snow Garden which I've started and ...meh, or Altered Carbon).
Since I'm on the topic, the Flewelling's new release.captainschlumpy read it and told me about it in ear-bleeding detail. So, basically, it's slavefic. And not even *good* slavefic (I swear that's not an oxymoron; see also Auburn's fabulous "In The City Of Seven Walls") but THIS KIND OF SLAVEFIC (link courtesy of captainschlumpy, who just completely rocks socks). Whygodwhy question. mark. Srsly. I shall say no more on the topic. Unless prompted, of course.
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I've seen Wall-E, and I'm "meh" about it. I found it visually stunning, but the message(s)? Somewhat too heavy-handed to work for me. And it was too hard to separate the messenger from the message (the mouse ears threw a massive shadow over all and sundry). A couple of articles that I found interesting reading: this one from Slate (which I don't totally agree with, mainly because the movie did an effective job of *not* making the humans mindless fat blobs, but I think the author brings up relevant points) and this one from the Onion's AV Club, that just summaries some of the issues different groups had with the film (I had no idea various large folk groups were up in arms about the movie; really?).
And, guilty admission: I really want to see Tropic Thunder. My brothers and I have been throwing around the line "what do you mean, 'you people'??" for the last two weeks and cracking each other up.
'k, that's it. Me sleep now.
Saturday I'd initially planned to hit a new salon to get a radical new 'do, but
captainschlumpy was kind enough to invite me to go out and about with her and a couple of her friends from out-of-town, so we spent much of the afternoon doing touristy things in Manhattan. I'd pushed the salon visit back to the evening, but my menstrual cramps decided to ramp up and I threw in the towel early. Today I went to the Brooklyn Museum of Art with my mother and a friend of the family to check out the Murakami exhibit before it closed up shop. It was the first time I'd been to the Brooklyn museum and I was a little disappointed by the small scale (we went through the entire building, lingering here and there at various areas, within three hours), but otherwise found many interesting bits to gawk at (the Woodaabe Charm Dance, where the men of the tribe put on facial adornments and make-up, then prance and sing in front of a crowd of rather stoic-faced women who then choose among the men lovers and/or husbands? *completely* fascinating). I found the Murakami exhibit to be a little underwhelming and, at times, bewildering (is flying spunk really necessary?), but intriguing. Afterwards we headed out to Whole Foods, where I spent entirely too much money (as usual).
On the agenda for next weekend: either the Guggenheim or the Museum of Sex.
*
I'm feeling more energized lately. I think it's because I'm finally keeping normal hours and I'm no longer dreading going to work. My job's also allowing me to indulge in more activity during the day, and keeping active always has a good impact on one's mental health. If our crappy scale's any indication I've lost around five pounds since starting out in the field, with most of that loss occurring more recently as I actually have enough energy to consciously make healthier diet choices. I'm watching less television and have even managed to finish a couple of books (Puppy Chow Is Better Than Prozac, which was awesome until the last fifty pages or so, and Swordspoint, which has me on the fence opinion-wise but was a fast fun read) and have made it my mission to finish another one by week's end (either The Snow Garden which I've started and ...meh, or Altered Carbon).
Since I'm on the topic, the Flewelling's new release.
captainschlumpy read it and told me about it in ear-bleeding detail. So, basically, it's slavefic. And not even *good* slavefic (I swear that's not an oxymoron; see also Auburn's fabulous "In The City Of Seven Walls") but THIS KIND OF SLAVEFIC (link courtesy of captainschlumpy, who just completely rocks socks). Whygodwhy question. mark. Srsly. I shall say no more on the topic. Unless prompted, of course. *
I've seen Wall-E, and I'm "meh" about it. I found it visually stunning, but the message(s)? Somewhat too heavy-handed to work for me. And it was too hard to separate the messenger from the message (the mouse ears threw a massive shadow over all and sundry). A couple of articles that I found interesting reading: this one from Slate (which I don't totally agree with, mainly because the movie did an effective job of *not* making the humans mindless fat blobs, but I think the author brings up relevant points) and this one from the Onion's AV Club, that just summaries some of the issues different groups had with the film (I had no idea various large folk groups were up in arms about the movie; really?).
And, guilty admission: I really want to see Tropic Thunder. My brothers and I have been throwing around the line "what do you mean, 'you people'??" for the last two weeks and cracking each other up.
'k, that's it. Me sleep now.
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Date: 2008-07-14 10:04 pm (UTC)