See … I really do have a life
The comments on the post below triggered this - I’m not trying to rub it in, but I feel it’s my duty as a good friend to let these poor souls know what having a life really looks like.
Anyway, so here’s my weekend:
- Friday night: Watch Bergman’s ‘The Silence’. Think about voids in life and people you can’t communicate with any more. Determine not to think about voids in life and people you can’t communicate with any more. Get horribly disturbed, think what a start to the weekend.
- Saturday morning: Go to personal training session at gym. Lech at trainer while he’s trying to give serious fundas on building upper body strength (so will I be able to pin you down and ravish you?)
- Saturday morning contd: Go to farmer’s market held in Lincoln Park, right outside home. Buy (and eat) obscene amounts of fruit (my mom would be so proud)
- Saturday afternoon: Get new haircut. Look gorgeous. Have discussion with Polish eyebrow lady about difficulties of getting a US visa for unemployed, divorced women from ex-communist countries.
- Saturday afternoon contd: Bike to library. Discover another Bergman film that had been put on hold has arrived (Smiles of a Summer Night - seems it won some best comedy award - talk about schizophrenic).
- Saturday afternoon contd (what can I do - full weekend): Go to non-Starbucks coffee shop/sandwich place. Sit on patio and start reading Philip Roth’s Human Stain, of course accompanied by gorgeous soup and sandwich.
Saturday evening: Go for party where I know <1% of attendees. Proceed to scarf down every kind of chocolate dessert known to man.
Saturday night: Go to amazing Jazz club (Green Mill - yes, Falstaff - another place I didn’t take you)
Sunday morning: Put Frappuccino in Starbucks, feel sorry for friends, put blog post.
Sunday noon (still being debated): Desi brunch with friends.
Sunday afternoon: See play at Steppenwolf.
Sunday evening: Go to gym. Try to atone for sins of weekend.
Sunday night: Crib about going back to work on Monday. Also, someone does have to clean the house …
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“And ever changing like a joyless eye / that finds no object worth its constancy” - P.B Shelley.
Sounds more like the frenzied existence of someone who’s trying very hard to pretend they have a life.
Really having a life is spending a relaxing weekend at home reading the new Ali Smith novel and the collected poems of Sara Teasdale, listening to Joni Mitchell and REM and watching Christopher Nolan’s first film. Not running off to sorority dinners in the desperate hope of finding some man who will sleep with you, complete with new haircut expressly for that purpose (and then scarfing down chocolate desserts when no one pays you any attention).
Isn’t Tystnaden amazing though - such an intense, merciless film. One of Bergman’s finest. Also, a word of warning about Sommarnattens leende - it may be Bergman’s most lighthearted film, but it’s a comedy in roughly the same sense that Shakespeare’s plays are ‘comedy’ - there’s still plenty of angst, suffering, frustration, etc. to go around.
Comment by Admin is a Traitor — September 18, 2005 @ 6:30 pm
My wkends are always better than yours. You see, i don’t have to go to work on mondays
Comment by Thou shalt burn in Hell — September 19, 2005 @ 9:22 am
:( Fine. Rub it in. Gloat. While Monday afternoon stretches longer than whatever is the longest thing you cant think of. No pun intended. And Admin Traitor, in re your comments on the previous post - I see nothing wrong with stuffin face with chocolate cake. Or Tiramisu. Or Johnny Depp. As the case may be. Fruits are avoidable.
Comment by Idly Ranting — September 19, 2005 @ 10:13 am
Traitor: Sure, if that makes you happy. Also, minor point of clarification - sorority dinners don’t have men present. Was actually a first yr MBA students dinner .. but didn’t want to admit that
Re Silence - merciless is the word. Anyone else would touch on the suffering etc., make sure you see the point, and then move on, but Bergman just keeps going and going and you can’t look away even though you don’t really want to look that deep inside. I have this image of cutting into a body and going on till you start pulling things out and there’s nothing hidden, nothing else to see.
Re Smiles .. angst and frustration is funny as long as it’s happening to someone else … sounds promising
Hellfire: No, you will burn in Hell. I already am
Rant: Come on .. fruits are nice. At the least, it gives you something to say (honestly) when your mom asks you what you ate, on your dutiful weekly phone call.
Comment by Administrator — September 19, 2005 @ 6:04 pm
MR, if we ever meet, remind me to tell you how the Ma cant deal with my honesty anymore!
Comment by Itineranting — September 20, 2005 @ 3:46 am
OK. This confirms that we are very alike and should hang out although you and your life sound WAY more exciting than me and mine.
My trainer is a woman but we always stretch near the hot eye-candy trainer that everyone lusts after.
Have you been to the Evanston Farmer’s Market?
My eyebrow lady is Assyrian and she is always yelling at the other Assyrian salon women while they thread.
Green Mill is always near the top of my list for a good time.
Comment by Mint Chutney — September 29, 2005 @ 2:51 am
:) Guess it sounds that way because I’m selective about the things I blog about … I didn’t mention the weekly phone calls where I get the prescribed lectures from my mom, did I
And yeah, we should hang out - send me an email at themeditativerose at gmail …
And hot men who work out … ooohh .. what can I say … obvious benefits apart, they’re also pretty useful at carrying groceries into the house
Haven’t been to the Evanston farmer’s market yet … won’t be around much longer though I guess … so depressed at the thought of winter being right around the corner
Comment by Administrator — September 30, 2005 @ 5:14 am
MR: “They’re also pretty useful at carrying groceries into the house”. Ya right. This will be useful to you maybe twice a year?
Comment by Admin is a Traitor — September 30, 2005 @ 5:59 am
No no … I just make sure they’re out of stock when you’re around so that you can do the honours … I use you for the same purpose as hot men who work out … aren’t you flattered
Comment by Administrator — September 30, 2005 @ 10:43 pm