after the passionate, wholehearted excitement that was wednesday through thursday, it’s understandable that friday came with a little bit of a let down. after all, how can you top oatmeal sponges and “you a dyke baby! dyke baby! maybe you grow up to be — P.E. teacher!”? i mean, really. but yesterday did have its perks: amelie w/ tamar, her friend brett from skool, and johnny, who is in the final stretch college-admissions wise and looked even broader than i remembered him. the film itself was charming and lovely. my only complaint is a strange, general one which is that i wish more women made films. film and media are such strong influences on audiences particularly in america but surely in other countries as well and nearly all movies or t.v. show you see — even the ones supposedly about women — are produced, directed, and/or written by men.
of course that’s not necessarily bad. it’s just that no one stops to think about the fact that what they’re being constantly exposed to are men’s ideas/ideals/portrayals of women.
later in the evening, lana and jay swung by. we watched bottle rocket w/ my cousins and hopped from room to room talking. today everything’s still up in the air. maybe reading: i picked out four books — one i’m half through, one i’ve yet to start, one i’ve started, and one i loved and could reread. it’s cloudy and cold outside (how am i going to handle scandinavia?). i’m cocooned in fleece. could call ross in wanakena, where he’s hopefully-happily reunited w/ his girlfriend. for the past semester she’s been living in buddhist monasteries in japan.
more pics:
this of (from top, L –> R) liz, lana, annie/ (bottom) me, jamie:
and this of (L –> R) jamie, me, becca, lana. in philly. and ain’t it gorgeous?
