Micmacs

I saw a wonderful movie last night. For Andreas’s birthday, Jessica, Andreas and I went to movies.

And saw MicMacs. It was absolutely delightful. The colouring and shading was fantastic, but the absurdities were amazing. We all loved it, and thought it great. The story was very simple and linear, but the way it was told was just so wonderful.

Micmacs

I saw a wonderful movie last night. For Andreas’s birthday, Jessica, Andreas and I went to movies.

And saw MicMacs. It was absolutely delightful. The colouring and shading was fantastic, but the absurdities were amazing. We all loved it, and thought it great. The story was very simple and linear, but the way it was told was just so wonderful.

Micmacs

I saw a wonderful movie last night. For Andreas’s birthday, Jessica, Andreas and I went to movies.

And saw MicMacs. It was absolutely delightful. The colouring and shading was fantastic, but the absurdities were amazing. We all loved it, and thought it great. The story was very simple and linear, but the way it was told was just so wonderful.

Movie

I watched Persepolis tonight, it was funny, and very sad. I don’t know how to phrase the sadness, but it was overwhelming. I kept thinking about the book “Reading Lolita in Tehran” and how in both cases it is women who are blamed. Women are the evil ones who must be controlled, women must be protected, women must be taught their place. I wonder how all this came about, and why 50% of the population does not just say “enough!”?

I think it is because we are taught that women who speak out, and object and who do what they want with out regards to society are “bad” or “bitchy” or “masculine”. Why is that? Why can’t women be proud of not toeing the line, of yelling and screaming, men are?

Anyway, apart from all those things, the movie actually moved me and told a story, I would give it an A.

RIP

Monday I learnt to my horror that a friend of mine killed himself. He was 25. I have no idea why, or what was going through his head. I saw him Friday night, he told me I looked pretty and he was happy to see me. When I left the club I looked for his friend to find Hrvoje to say goodnight, but apparently he was in their car.

I wish I had found the car to say goodbye, to show him somebody cared. I wish, I had done anything to touch him and help him. I liked him, we chatted about music, I was always happy to see him out. He had a lovely smile and I found him a sweet person. It is painful to type “had”. Because he is no more.

He shot himself. So final. So pointless.

    My memories of Hrvoje:

    • Meeting him at masquerade with Igor.
    • Him coming in the store and looking for Cold Meat Industries style music.
    • Seeing him dancing.
    • Making him smile by my mis-pronouncing his name.
    • Our awesome language barrier, my accent and his!
    • Talking about music.
    • Seeing him so serious, then slowly smiling.

    Goodbye Hrvoje. Right now you haunt my dreams, I wish we could have talked in life like we do now in my dreams.

    Hrvoje Grbanovic November, 8 1984- April, 18 2010

RIP

Monday I learnt to my horror that a friend of mine killed himself. He was 25. I have no idea why, or what was going through his head. I saw him Friday night, he told me I looked pretty and he was happy to see me. When I left the club I looked for his friend to find Hrvoje to say goodnight, but apparently he was in their car.

I wish I had found the car to say goodbye, to show him somebody cared. I wish, I had done anything to touch him and help him. I liked him, we chatted about music, I was always happy to see him out. He had a lovely smile and I found him a sweet person. It is painful to type “had”. Because he is no more.

He shot himself. So final. So pointless.

    My memories of Hrvoje:

    • Meeting him at masquerade with Igor.
    • Him coming in the store and looking for Cold Meat Industries style music.
    • Seeing him dancing.
    • Making him smile by my mis-pronouncing his name.
    • Our awesome language barrier, my accent and his!
    • Talking about music.
    • Seeing him so serious, then slowly smiling.

    Goodbye Hrvoje. Right now you haunt my dreams, I wish we could have talked in life like we do now in my dreams.

    Hrvoje Grbanovic November, 8 1984- April, 18 2010

Night of Shows

Wednesday night I went out :), I got a boot on and went off to the Variety Playhouse to see jj, XX and then I planned to leave and rush over to the EARL to see Shearwater.

First off getting out the house was an effort. I did not feel like going, but I showered pick something out to wear with flat boots, managed to just get my foot in a boot, and I trundled off. I realized I could not partake in the free parking in Little 5 Points as I could not walk that far, so had to squander $7 on parking! Wow! The line to get to Variety was crazy, so many people looking for tickets and trying to scam their way in, I got in no problem. I was just in time to catch jj, who I loved the first three songs, but they had very little stage presence.

I could not get near the bar for a drink, due to the incredible amount of dumb people milling about, so I waited for Greg A at the door, and watched more dumb people. I was actually prepared to leave but I knew Greg A really wanted to see XX again, even though we had just seen them 4 months or less ago at 529. Finally he got there and they started about 10 minutes later so we found a place to stand, out of the way and watched darkness lit by a few lights for 4/5 songs then I was ready to go.

Off we rushed to the EARL and once again just in time :). We found Emily, found a place to stand and then on came Shearwater who were amazing. Not sure Greg A felt that way, but I did. I think you need to love his voice. What was great was his parents were there, and his grandparents, plus it was a non-smoking show. They did all my favourite songs, and after about 40 minutes I had to sit down, my foot was killing me. We saw a few more songs, which were amazing as Thor – the drummer – played glockenspiel and alto sax.

First Song
Second Song

Then it was time for a late night burger and home.

Night of Shows

Wednesday night I went out :), I got a boot on and went off to the Variety Playhouse to see jj, XX and then I planned to leave and rush over to the EARL to see Shearwater.

First off getting out the house was an effort. I did not feel like going, but I showered pick something out to wear with flat boots, managed to just get my foot in a boot, and I trundled off. I realized I could not partake in the free parking in Little 5 Points as I could not walk that far, so had to squander $7 on parking! Wow! The line to get to Variety was crazy, so many people looking for tickets and trying to scam their way in, I got in no problem. I was just in time to catch jj, who I loved the first three songs, but they had very little stage presence.

I could not get near the bar for a drink, due to the incredible amount of dumb people milling about, so I waited for Greg A at the door, and watched more dumb people. I was actually prepared to leave but I knew Greg A really wanted to see XX again, even though we had just seen them 4 months or less ago at 529. Finally he got there and they started about 10 minutes later so we found a place to stand, out of the way and watched darkness lit by a few lights for 4/5 songs then I was ready to go.

Off we rushed to the EARL and once again just in time :). We found Emily, found a place to stand and then on came Shearwater who were amazing. Not sure Greg A felt that way, but I did. I think you need to love his voice. What was great was his parents were there, and his grandparents, plus it was a non-smoking show. They did all my favourite songs, and after about 40 minutes I had to sit down, my foot was killing me. We saw a few more songs, which were amazing as Thor – the drummer – played glockenspiel and alto sax.

First Song
Second Song

Then it was time for a late night burger and home.

Questions

Dealing with Greg tonight, always exhausts me and makes me wonder “why?” Why am I nice to him, why do I make accommodations for him, why do I listen? Do I trust him?

He wants to take the tax credit for the house, and pay me the money I would get back, and so I wouldn’t lose anything money wise, but I have doubts. What happens the next two years, how do we work it out? What if he gets audited, when would I get my money? Why should I trust him, I fought for the tax credit, why would I just roll over and give it to him? Should I just keep the peace, because it is easier? I think deep down I am tired of him getting his way. Tired of the fact I maintain the house and he got to walk away, tired of dealing with his problems, never mine always his, just tired of it all.

Questions

Dealing with Greg tonight, always exhausts me and makes me wonder “why?” Why am I nice to him, why do I make accommodations for him, why do I listen? Do I trust him?

He wants to take the tax credit for the house, and pay me the money I would get back, and so I wouldn’t lose anything money wise, but I have doubts. What happens the next two years, how do we work it out? What if he gets audited, when would I get my money? Why should I trust him, I fought for the tax credit, why would I just roll over and give it to him? Should I just keep the peace, because it is easier? I think deep down I am tired of him getting his way. Tired of the fact I maintain the house and he got to walk away, tired of dealing with his problems, never mine always his, just tired of it all.

Day 14

Finally got a shoe on comfortably yesterday and worked all day in it. Slight pain, but not awful. Today is same shoes, as I cannot wear many others due to the pressure on my foot.

All in all it was an okay weekend with splashes of surreal moments. The highlight was getting a shoe on late friday afternoon and walking around my ‘garden’ picking a daffodil and then going off to run errrands. Target, bank, and Whole Foods. Whole Foods had daffodils on sale, 30 for $5! So I bought a huge bunch and they make me smile, so cheerful and my room smells like spring.

Sadly I could not go out to this week’s parties :(. No Chamber/Jungle for Alice in Wonderland, no Spot for Ritual’s Edwardian Theme. Both were things I would like to have done, but I could not have dressed up in nice shoes, or really stood for long, and definately no dancing.

Dealt with Greg though, and boy is he angry I got the tax exemption for the house this year. Still whining about it. I want to yell at him, saying he wrote out the agreement, I paid for all the changes, all the back and forth arguements he made. The divorce cost me serious money, my savings are wiped out! And still his girl friend calls me at midnight! Pocket dialing my ass! How do you pocket dial the end of the alphabet?

Last night though, I made chicken soup from scratch and granola. Tonight is chocolate cupcakes with peanut icing. And thanks to Andreas I have butternut squash soup for dinner.

Also too practice doing and teaching myself something new I am doing the 365 project on my phone. I know I am starting a little late but it is the thought and intention that counts.