Miranda July
I was just thinking about that Miranda July movie, Me and You and Everyone We Know, and about how I'd love to see it again, which reminded me I put her book of short stories on reserve at the library back in June, which led me to discover that they passed it along to someone else because I wasn't here, and then charged me $2. So now I am sad about leaving New Zealand last month for 3 reasons total: 1) I didn't get to read that book and won't for a few more months probably; 2) I missed Peter's birthday and karaoke; and 3) The international film festival. Good thing I have more than 3 happy memories from the trip, the life scales weigh in my favor. Try again next time Regret.
Luckily, I found one of the stories from the book online. She is so lovely. You can read it too.
What else, what else. Yesterday I walked a couple miles carrying a bookcase, in an attempt to avoid driving again. I kind of enjoyed it, is that weird? I also ate and drank about $80 worth at the izakaya. Peter is an extravagant dude, and it rubbed off on me and F. The shrimp yakitori was extra special this time. I was about 10% hungover this morning, kind of the perfect level in my opinion. My body was telling me, Hells yeah we had a good time last night, and then I ate an apple and felt ok again.
I just watched Mysterious Skin. I don't recommend it, I mean sure Joseph Gordon-Levitt is reasonably attractive and takes his clothes off a bunch of times, but it didn't really have much direction and some of the characters didn't make any sense at all. I finished it because it was dark and had some gay and because I find the skinny boys attractive, but that was the end of its appeal to me.
Oh yeah, I read all of The Tipping Point yesterday, which was quite interesting. You've probably read it already, especially if you tend to buy books out of airport gift shops. I liked thinking about the super connector people in my life, and about how I'm basically the opposite of that personality type, but how cool it would be if I found strangers endlessly fascinating. Because they are, it's just easy for me to get overwhelmed if there are too many people interacting with me so I forget how cool it is to get to know new people in my panic to get away from the strangers. They're Everywhere.
posted by Vanessa @ 18:41
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I recently rediscovered how I find strangers fascinating. I mean, I LOVE talking to new people and asking them all sorts of questions or bonding over random things. These interactions made my trip and kept me so happy.
On a kayak trip in Canada, we met a fireman who moonlights as a kayak guide on Lake Fundy and explained all about the recent factory building explosion and why environmentalists have no say. One a fishing trip in Halifax, I met a fishing guide person who bonded with me over the difficulties of traveling in predominantly conservative brown countries as a woman. On a 4 hour delay at JFK I picked up 3 people--one a guy returning to grad school who just got back from a 2 month jaunt through the middle east, a young woman moving to SF with 3 bags and one friend's phone number and a guy who works at 2 bars in SF. All 3 made me feel very boring, but we bonded over visiting family in the greater NY area. These were some highlight interactions, but my 1 hour conversation with a Jamaican grandmother on the cruise ship during a midnight buffet was pretty cool too.
Maybe I should read the Tipping Point? Ya think?
Yeah, It's a fun read. You're sort of that connector personality type, you've certainly connected a lot of people up. Maybe not as extreme as some of the book's case studies, but more so than the average person.
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