Living dangerously...
Mar. 6th, 2004 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI've not done a jot of translation today. My heart just wasn't in it. And I do not intend to do any translation today.
That means I'm going to have to finish tomorrow all of the work I agreed to do for Monday.
Fair enough.
* * * Galina and I stopped by Cole's Flea Market down the road on Highway 35 and walked around for a bit. We bought $30 worth of stuff, including a Franklin planner binder for Galina and a scale for... well, I guess all of us. My best purchase was a custom, handmade keychain that says HUNTUR. (I know the kid has no keys, but still...)
Then we went to Sam's and bought an outbuilding; one of those Rubbermaid jobs that'll hopefully keep the rain off the lawn mower. I underestimated the size of the packaging (each shed is two large boxes) so our purchase almost didn't fit in the Ford.
Afterward, I took a nap while Galina went out to do more shopping and figure costs on various alternatives for some kind of foundation for the newly acquired outbuilding. The choice was to put the shed next to the house on a layer of bricks, or to take advantage of a slab toward the back of the property, which would need a few bags of concrete fill to even up the surface. We eventually settled on the latter alternative, and I went and got the mix and got it down, with Natalie's help.
* * * We finished watching Lost in Translation a few minutes ago, which Galina picked up at the Blockbuster. Having watched the movie, I cannot help but recall Ayn Rand's essays on art in her Romantic Manifesto. It would seem that Lost in Translation, which has some fine moments in it, nevertheless is almost a perfect exemplar of the naturalist school of art (i.e., slice of life), which doesn't do much for me. I don't feel better or worse, or impelled or compelled, or inspired or depressed.
I want movies to move me, to make me want to do something, or to aspire to something. I want movies to cause something to resonate within me, or to cause me to laugh. With rare exceptions in the last category, Lost in Translation didn't do any of that, though the chemistry between Bob and Charlotte is pleasant and innocuous enough. I suppose the bottom line is the movie tired me out as I waited for something to happen.
* * * Despite the nap, I'm tired, and tomorrow is going to be a big day. I don't know to what extent I'll be able to devote any time to shed construction (which actually ought to be a piece of cake); all will depend on the state of the concrete. Time to hit the hay.
Cheers...
That means I'm going to have to finish tomorrow all of the work I agreed to do for Monday.
Fair enough.
Then we went to Sam's and bought an outbuilding; one of those Rubbermaid jobs that'll hopefully keep the rain off the lawn mower. I underestimated the size of the packaging (each shed is two large boxes) so our purchase almost didn't fit in the Ford.
Afterward, I took a nap while Galina went out to do more shopping and figure costs on various alternatives for some kind of foundation for the newly acquired outbuilding. The choice was to put the shed next to the house on a layer of bricks, or to take advantage of a slab toward the back of the property, which would need a few bags of concrete fill to even up the surface. We eventually settled on the latter alternative, and I went and got the mix and got it down, with Natalie's help.
I want movies to move me, to make me want to do something, or to aspire to something. I want movies to cause something to resonate within me, or to cause me to laugh. With rare exceptions in the last category, Lost in Translation didn't do any of that, though the chemistry between Bob and Charlotte is pleasant and innocuous enough. I suppose the bottom line is the movie tired me out as I waited for something to happen.
Cheers...
