:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 11.04.2002 ::

The first real, hard frost hit the ground last night. It was beautiful, everything covered with that thin layer of white, all the puddles capped with ice, everything smells so fresh and sterile. And then, as the sun pokes through the clouds and the frost begins to burn off, the trees begin to shed their leaves, so there is a constant rain of the yellows and the reds of the oaks and maples. There are few things that are better than walking through the piles of abscised leaves on the sidewalks that no one has walked through yet, and watching the first frost fade into dew as the sun gradually moves across the open spaces.

And on the exact opposite note, from Friday at 11pm to Sunday at 11pm I spent no less than 34 hours laying down wither sleeping or watching TV. And it rocked. Let's hear it for stacking up the due dates. But now there is work to be done. I've got to get this housing thing figured out. Does anyone have any ideas on how to move me 2000 miles for eight months? Flying is already out, but truck-toppers are always an option.

Here is the movie review of the week: Crooklyn: I haven't really seen very many of Spike Lee's movies, but he's one of those directors that I know I need to see more. I'd have to say I liked this movie about the same as Do the Right Thing, but for different reasons. DtRT was about being black, or being white, or being Korean and the move revolved around issues of skin color. Conversely, Crooklyn was about being in a family. Yes, the family was black, yes I could see their skin color, but Crooklyn gave me faith that Spike Lee is able to do movies about more than just racial injustice or unrest. And bonus kudos for the soundtrack.

Off to work.

"Ooh-ooh, child, things are gonna get easier... ooh-ooh, child, things'll get brighter..."
:: Freddy F. at 9:24 AM [+] ::