04 February 2005
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And there it is. My work is done.
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The hummingbirds outside our window finally grew old enough to leave the nest.
31 January 2005
MOVIE: THE FORGOTTEN (2004).
A woman searches for answers as traces of her recently deceased son begin disappearing around her. Oh, this movie is utter crap. Crap all the way through. Slice it lengthwise, or down the middle, and it's all pure, smoothly consistent crap. Never mind the fact that it's a little late to try doing in two hours what the X-Files could (and did) accomplish in a single one-hour episode--this film has way more problems than its unsurprising aliens-among-us premise. It starts out frantic and never lets up. Relationships form out of nowhere and take on meaningless significance. The woman (and her conveniently hunky ex-pro hockey player sidekick, also forced out of his fabulous Pottery Barn-flavored New York flat) stumbles upon crucial clues absurdly left behind by a supposedly all-seeing and all-powerful alien legion.
The one good thing about the movie was the alien abduction effect, by which a demonic wind spectacularly plucks characters up into the sky without warning. But it's not nearly enough to save this cinematic mistake. After about the fourth or fifth chase scene, not even the emotionally athletic Julienne Moore could give this story any credibility. Crap like this is too big to be dealt with without serious exertion; best to just give it an F, followed by a "See me during office hours," and send it back.
What have you done with my son! I want my son! Where is my son!
PHOTO DIARY.
My brother bought a sweet new car today: a 2005 Lexus LE. No more shitty truck for him.
The thing rides like a silent lazy boy chair on wheels. He calls it the ajishi ("ojii-san" or "old man") mobile.
30 January 2005
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Me and Nik drove up to North Santa Barbara this weekend to celebrate her recent employment after nine months of searching and stressing. We stopped in Solvang, a little town off the 101 which for some reason looks like a Danish village.
Aside from excellent homemade danishes, Solvang doesn't have much else to offer but but silly tourist kitsch.
We then headed a few minutes north into wine country...
...and hit some of the wineries for tastings. Many of the local inns now offer Sideways tours because here's where the film was shot. (No, we didn't take one.)
One of the wineries (Brander I think) looked like a little pink castle. They had awful whites. Good cabernets, though.
Then we went back to the hotel in Los Olivos and feasted on caviar, anchovies, cheeses, and a wonderful 2005 diet Pepsi.
On our way home we stopped by Pea Soup Andersen's, a highway landmark.
Their pea soup was, in fact, very tasty. Other dishes, not so much. Pea Soup Andersen's also features a strange Danish theme.
PHOTO DIARY.
The hummingbird outside my window had babies! Two, in fact. Mama hummingbird dutifully regurgitates into their little beaks daily.
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