What a weekend. Stops and starts, interrupted considerations, lonely old grubbers. Played pool on Friday Night with Michael and Christian, surrounded. I wasn't very good. Then I went home and read some of Paul Auster's New York Trilogy, dragged into fictional dissertations on the true language of the human race and questionable detective work by fictional fictional detectives (do two fictions make a truth?). Then I melanged yesterday morning until I went over to take care of Michael in his sickness. We watched Some Like it Hot.
Good film, as much as when I was young and watched it. Ideologically fucked up, of course, for its time; Jack Lemmon as Jerry ends up in a transgressive relationship even as Tony Curtis invents personas upon personas. Marilyn Monroe plays a more complicated character, but it's noticeable that her character here, Sugar, actually changes - in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, she's a smart blonde pretending to be a dumb blonde, whereas here she's definitely "not very bright" and consequently achieves some vision and transformation. Plot is secondary to chase scenes.
After that I said goodbye and went home to do homework, got fed up, went out with Joy, Matt, and Caroline to see Gay-Matt #2 playing at Lucky. There were hipsters everywhere. The hipster boys made me feel fat, corpulent, and overweight at 140 pounds - they were skeletal and delicate, porceilin and overindulgent in their adolescent bopping. The undead bop their heads and refuse to express emotion in their "dance moves." I left around 9:30 to go back to Michael's house. We watched Strictly Ballroom - which, let's face it, is short on plot but over and above on ridiculous indulgent style.
And then brunch today. I drove Michael's car and it snowed / hailed / rained intermittently, and now I'm at home to heat my heels up and finish my homework.