two movies, both alike in dignity, yesterday: one, moulin rouge with andrea et. hall; the second, in the bedroom, in a theater, next to a danish girl who yelped at one inopportune point and left us both suppressing violent laughter for five minutes.
one made me cry, the other didn't. guess which.

reflecting in more depth on the two, which as i recall were both oscar contenders, i decided that moulin rouge is best described in pictures. everything that makes it special is visible at a glance. in the bedroom embodies the opposite. characters, for instance, who don't look like what they are (that being, essentially, what they're capable of.) nuanced relationships. moral ambiguity. i'm a sucker for that kind of thing.
naturally, the first thing i did when i got home was to call my parents. they're marching on washington today (i.e., walking downtown, but for a cause!) i warned them to be careful which they thought was silly.

housing problems may be solved = terrific. time will tell, of course. the girl who stood me up last week apologized like mad and offered me a free hair cut this afternoon. if it goes well, i'll take it as a sign that maybe other scrapes-and-bruises incurred then will heal themselves.