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things. First, I just found out that there’s a retrospective of Francis Bacon’s work at the Met through August 16. Yes!

And, Gael has a new flick out, Rudo y Cursi. With Diego Luna (don’t you just love that name? Actually, I love both their names. But how cool would it be to have Luna (the Moon) as your last name? Reminds me of silver) . I love these two together. It’s about another love of mine, soccer. Sounds good.

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I’m quite fond of Kitty Genius’s blog. See her Etsy store here.

getting married

I don’t get out to the movies much, unless they’re rated G for the kiddo. So I saw Rachel Getting Married at home on the couch last night, where I prefer to watch, anyway (a shout out to Fee. Miss watching flicks with you, though I don’t know how you ever put up with me, especially in a theatre, back in the day. I should not have been taken out anywhere, I believe. We’re lucky we didn’t get crowned a good one. ).  I never want to see Rachel…again. For reasons I won’t get into here. I have to say that my favorite part in the movie was when Kym snapped about the constant music in an important scene, and thankfully, the music stopped.  Because I felt exactly the same way, during the entire movie. I felt other things, too. It did make me cry.

But more than that, it got me to thinking upon one of my least favorite things, weddings. I’ll try not to be too negative. I think I give the wrong impression when I talk about my anti-marriage views. But the thing is, I do think marriage is a wonderful thing. For some. It is many things, in many ways; different ways, for all kinds of different reasons,  for every couple, and I wish that our culture kept that in mind, in an open and nonjudgemental way. Good luck with that, right?

I still dislike weddings, and attending them in particular. Though I have enjoyed one or two. I find, as in Rachel’s wedding, that the rite in general is often too much. Too over the top. Too much of a stage. Which often loses the reality, or trueness of a particular love story’s origins and intent, I believe. I just don’t believe love and commitment need a stage. That stage.  Just what could ever, possibly, live up to the elaborate fantasies I’ve seen created at these things? Though I do love pageantry, and feel our culture doesn’t have enough pageantry that celebrates every day life and other rites of passage. Maybe that’s why we go all out at weddings. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just missing the bridal gene. My parents eloped. So would I.