Are you a Hipster quiz
At one point, it mentions how Pianos is so 2003, but I think all of it is, this fascination with what constitutes a hipster and blah blah blah. Maybe I am older, maybe I have just grown comfortable in this New York scene and no longer view it as an outsider, but I don't think any of it is as big as it was in 2003. Everyone just seems like hanger-ons or people late to the game now. Maybe it's because I am in love with my DVD player now and never really venture anywhere, other than 1920's Kansas.
Last night, I watched Elia Kazan's Splendor in the Grass, and it was really good. Natalie Wood's character is a boy crazy mess that I am able to sympathize with a little too well, especially since she is crazy, literally nuts over Warren Beatty. Beatty is so fucking hot. Adele and I kept commenting on his hotness throughout the movie, and in his younger years, he had that inexpressable manly quality that made him so hot, those DSLs, that cockiness, that stand offishness, - man, he makes me weak in the knees watching him on the screen.
I also finished Philip Roth's The Professor of Desire last night and it was good, better than a lot of other books, but still not particularly good for Philip Roth. The plot's big timeline seems too disjointed and something never really seems to click about the book, but of course, I still read it so quickly, in love with his style of writing, in love with lots of things he says. Now: shower, food, a new book (but which one?), and life. I am alive and I don't know what to do sometimes with that overwhelming burden, that surely something must be done before I expire, that it is all so fucking short, but God help me, I don't even have even one good answer.
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