mirror mirror

The key scene in Sex and the City is when Carrie sits down at her Pismo to reflect upon her adventures. There's always a pan across the room, Carrie's face over the open lid of her Powerbook, Apple-Logo shining white, and then a close-up of the screen with letters appear as the protagonist types and reads out her writing in voice-over.
In last night's episode, Carrie was showing sitting in front of a mirror. What's this? The cathartic turn in the series where Carrie realizes it's not the men, it's herself. (After all, at an earlier point, Sam admits that reason for her bad mood is not New York, but herself.)

Of course, with the mirror-set up, we get to see the typing, hear the words and witness Carries' emotions expressed on her face a she writes. Very effectful. But also, with the set up, we don't get to see the Apple logo anymore. Have the producers failed to pay their coolness-fee again?
Which reminds me that on the title of her fictive book, Carries is depicted holding (well, more or less dressed in ) TiBook with a pink apple. Perhaps Apple have withdrawn logo-permission because the style of the TiBook had been tampered with. Perhaps the producers have gone on logo-strike because they want to get the PR people to give Carrie a G4.

hot hot hot

It's too, too hot. Whenever a thought makes it to the surface of my brain, it dances briefly, hisses and evaporates before I find out what it is about.

Perfect wheather for a plot-minimized movie. Like Charly's Angels. Of course, if the movie theatre has airconditioning, you might start to think between two action-scenes and get hopelessly lost in one of the (estimate) 137 holes in the story. On the other hand, Angels quotes *so* many action movies, that the not quite astute mind will seamlessly associate a safety-net of plot-lines that ties up all loose ends.

The aside, Angels has fast action in colorful costumes, a very beautiful Demi Moore and fun with dirty language.

07:20 PM

Wednesday, July 16, 2003  

Block

Does too much reviewing give you writer's block the way too much desk-works causes cramps in the neck? I wonder.

09:35 AM
 

It is hot

It is so hot that I can work on the balcony in shorts and T from before 9 am. Until the sun comes crawling round the house and drowns out the screen. When I go inside, I don't need a sweater, even though deskwork's not really the sort of occupation that keeps one warm. (Unless, of course, one happens to be writing about Sony's latest trick for the Playstation: EyeToy.) But the apartment never seems to heat up terribly, which as made this already rather long summer very pleasant. In the city ...

In the news, things look different. Crops wither (but who'd notice in the supermarket's grocery section?), glaciers melt. This doesn't look good. But it also feels unreal under an almost immaculate sky in the shade.

09:30 AM

Monday, July 14, 2003  

sk8tA grl

I'm reliving my youth in totally new ways: I'm learnig how to skateboard. Which I never did as a teenager. (Except for two weeks at 13 before I discovered black overcoats, spiky hair and Ann Clark's music.) So far, I've mastered the following wildly impressive stunts:
a. wearing of baggy pants
b. holding and carrying of skateboard in assorted cool manners
c. the above while wearing baggies
d. getting on, pushing off and rolling without incurring too much embarrassment through helpless flailing of arms.

Near-term training goal: wearing of baggies on incredibly lean and muscular body.
Mid-term training goal: use board for short short-distance errands to avoid chaining and unchaining the bike every 100 meters.
Long-term goal: find the money for a car.

01:50 PM
 

bubbles

The only bad thing about lying on your back in the sun making soap-bubbles: when they finally burst, little specks of soap get in your eyes ...

01:20 PM