||[Sep. 4th, 2004|09:09 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
1) I checked out a pile of DVDs from the library.. Ivanhoe, and Strictly Ballroom I've seen before and liked enough to consider spending time on them again. I got The Emperor's Club with Kevin Kline.. which I liked, for Kevin Kline, and for not going schmaltzy in the way I expected. But I liked the "teacher inspires students to become great men" movie a lot more when it first came out starring Robin Williams and was called Dead Poets Society. Anyway. All this is a lead up to the movie I just watched.. I've seen it before too, but seriously, All The President's Men is still a fucking fantastic movie and never ceases to get me all involved. I almost sewed myself to my tassel belt. (which turned out to be too long and had to be trimmed all over, but let's not go into that) By the by.. Netflix was supposed to send me the first two discs of the first season of Dead Like Me but only sent the second one.. those of you who've seen it, am I going to be lost if I start with disc 2 or can I go ahead?
2) When I was 19 my best friend was a girl named Elizabeth. Libby and I had been thick as thieves since our junior year and it is no exaggeration on either point to say that I idolized her and that she changed my life. But the year I turned 19 she moved away. Moved to Dubai in the United Arab Emirates where her mother had a job teaching English at the University of the UAE. Eventually Lib got a job teaching English at a private language institute for children of the sheiks. Every October she would call me and say "Could you mail me Fall?" Sometimes I did. Sometimes I sent envelopes full of cinnamon sticks and big yellow leaves and t-shirts that smelled of wood smoke. Sometimes I would wish that I could send her Winter too, with all the soft hissing of snow on snow and the absolute stillness.
Today I wished I could send her Summer. I know she has it all the time now, but oh I wished I could send her Summer in the country. I drove to Hanover, a little town in Pennsylvania, and past big horse farms, and orchards full of apples, and more stands selling corn than I could count. There were little country stores and stores where you could get your nails done, a tan, rent a video, and pick up some bait all at once. It was hot without being humid and the sun was this bright lovely thing without being unforgiving and baking. It was that kind of late indolent summer where you know that school is coming around the corner and that your days have to begin before noon again but there's still the promise of a lazy day just hanging out in front of the library or taking a drive through the hills. I spend so much time on highways but today I drove on one so small that the state line only crossed two lanes and the trees still arced out over the pavement.
It was a good day, and I wished I could put it in a jar and send it to all of you. I hope you guys had a good one too.