This afternoon Geoff and I watched Pans Labyrinth.
I’m still struggling what to make of it. The movie is very startling contrast between evil and innocence and there are all these different elements of escapism and a crossover of the awful reality of Ofelia’s life into her fantasy world.
There is a very interesting article over here called Escaping into the Real by Timothy Miller.
And a decent review on the Guardian.
Very worth watching, however rather violent in parts and a little disturbing.
Yesterday I went to Ikea.
And decided to get spicejars to organise the spice drawer which was slightly appalling. Now I can buy spices in bulk as needed (small bulk), which makes things cheaper.
I really liked these ones, but at $5 a jar decided that perhaps not, and got these at $3.50 for 4, besides at the moment and for the foreseeable future they are living in a drawer. Makeshift handwritten sticky labels – until I get my act together and make nice ones – which may never happen.
I did discover that we somehow have three containers of Paprikia… who needs that much paprika, ever! And hardly any Rosemary. I also probably needed to buy one more pack of jars, although cayene pepper probably doesn’t need to be in a jar that big.
I should have taken a before photo, there were half opened packets and a sizeable pile of mixed up spices spread across the bottom of the drawer along with toothpicks and all sorts of strange things.
Boum, post of the day to Heather. Beautiful and honest writing.
Before Friday I have to crash course myself in Tour de France everything. Our friends Cat and AJ are rather into it all and we are heading to theirs for an evening – I guess it’s the final (I don’t know!!!) of Tour de France everything. So we have to each pick a team: I will be going for team Columbia (because Geoff told me I should because I have Columbia shoes and a tent….err yes – besides they’re good) – no one is allowed the same team…
I will do some scouting tomorrow – but if you have suggestions for something like a quick but thorough overview, that’d be great. I know diddly squat. Except that it’s long distance team cycling through France.
I’m married to a tall guy.
And I have lots of sisters. And my Dad really does look like this stick figure, it’s kind of disturbing.