Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A beauty cold and austere

What I like best about autumn is that it's cold. "But winter is colder," you say. Well, I know that, you ninny, but let me finish.

What I like best about autumn is that it's cold, it's colourful and when it is wet, it is a cinematic, lustful wet that stays well out of your peacoat but beckons you to explore more. Some people associate that kind of moisture with: spring. To hell with spring! Spring is for flower smellers and manure enthusiasts. Autumn is where its at. It's death. It's harvest. It's beautiful, explosive, festive, imbued with the kind of energy you feel when a storm approaches, when thunder claps: exciting, terrifying, up with your hackles but always wanting more. Take your flowers, I'd rather roll (or be rolled) in the dying bramble.

Can you tell I've been reading erotica?

Things that are getting me jazzed:

Men's fashion: Easy to overlook, but difficult to get just right. Few things look as good as a man in a good suit that fits him well. And unlike the ridiculousness that some women wear, men always (usually, often) look good so long as the fit is right.

Inglorious Basterds: The more I think about it, the more I like it. Too long, for sure, but then what kind of QT movie would it be if it didn't need some serious 86-ing? I dug. Makes me want to practice my dying French.

Oatmeal: Low GI, easy to prepare, cheap and plentiful, Scottish roots...what's not to love? Current obsession: bathing it in condensed milk and a splash of lactose-free. : )

The Bloor-Gladstone Library: Great public space. Finally, a library that makes me want to read on the spot.

Indonesian Horror: Like Basterds, the more I think about it, the more I like it. The Forbidden Door dir. by Joko Anwar. I'm not crazy about the ending, but damn, Gambir, it's messed up. And it doesn't look a thing like other Asian horror films.

San Fransisco: The cool of California without the heat of California. Being an indoor cat, I prefer year-round sweater weather to desert-and-sweat grossness. Ugh. I don't know how I'm Vietnamese.

Costumes: Because if I'm going to dress up, I'm going to do it like a slut. Or...not.

Computer Science: Because I don't know anything about it, but I want to.

Wikipedia: Because few things are as satisfying as free, kinda-accurate databases of information.



Yours,

I


If I were struggle, I would be...the war on apathy.

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