Go Away. Or Don’t.
October 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
Today marks a week of straight of nonstop wind and water and sporadic bouts of sunlight that vanish in about two whole minutes.
We’re officially rained in here in Oban. Ferries have cancelled. A boat named The Elizabeth washed up on the bay in the wrong spot. I’m not sure if my umbrella is an appendage or just a lost cause. BUT WHAT ELSE ARE SUNDAYS FOR? I’ve written a rained-in recommendation list for you nice readers. Don’t act like it isn’t comforting to be trapped indoors when it’s cold.
1. Leo McCarey’s The Awful Truth + Hitchcok’s Mr. & Mrs. Smith + Box of Sno-Caps. The best best screwball comedy combination. And, if you’re confused, Hitchcock’s one and only film that fits this genre. Spoiler: both couples get stuck indoors in the end. Ultimate cozy. Ultimate cool. If anything, serious coat envy. And C. Grant at his best.
3.This article about a pole-dancing class.
4. And This article from Nov. Atlantic about why kids sext. The placement of these articles is not a coincidence. They’re both important. They both have things to say.
5. And lastly, this poem. Rattle’s Poets Respond (which happens each Sunday!) is a pure, good thing. Often beautiful, always thought provoking. This time it’s about the Twerk. Wasn’t expecting that.
What else can you do? Plenty. I’ve read. I’ve streamed many episodes of Scandal. I’ve followed maybe a hundred new folks on twitter. I’ve pinned more sneakers than necessary. (You can’t say no to these. Or these.) I’ve listened to T.Swift’s “Welcome to New York” way more times than necessary while editing my portfolio for MFA applications. (I do not know what that does to my work, but I trust that all will be fine.) I’ve played lots of pool. I’ve mostly lost at pool. Lots of losses. The list never stops.
*Mr.&Mrs. Smith Image courtesy of this fun, and informative, page.