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30 july 1998 |
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choosing sides
both more complex and less than you thought |
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Running news:
Day off. |
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So...who's peeking in from Stanford? Just want to know if it's anyone I used to know at my old alma mater.
Darin and I decided early on in our relationship that we wouldn't have "sides of the bed." When you're going to bed, choose a side, and don't make it the same side every night. This plan ran into some problems when we moved into this house, because by the right side of the bed is a thin strip of a window that faces east. Clearly this window is designed to catch the morning light and wake up the poor sap who's sleeping on the right side of the bed. (Actually, every window in our bedroom faces east, but most of the windows have trees in front of them, so the light doesn't come streaming through. This thin window has no trees in the way; if the sun is there, it's coming in.) For the first year we lived here, I hated sleeping on the right side of the bed. Even with the curtain drawn across the window, some light would seep through and I'd wake up. Now, of course, I love it: the early dawn light helps wake me up and get me running. Darin can always tell whether I'm planning to go running in the morning by which side of the bed I want. So our brilliant plans not to have sides of the bed have been sacrificed to Diane's exercise fixation. All things must change.
This evening I'm watching Hard-Boiled. This movie is very different from The Killer already: not only is Chow Yun-Fat a cop instead of an assassin (not that that changes the bullet count any), but instead of bag o' guns we have birdcage o' guns. It's different. Honest. (According to the Internet Movie Database, one of the alternate titles for this movie was Hot-Handed God of Cops. Who wouldn't pay the big bucks to see that movie?) Will Chow Yun-Fat make it big here in America? (I'm talking about in mainstream, English-language movies.) Who knows. He deserves to, though. Some people got it, and he's one of them. He's also very good-looking, which is pretty odd for me to say because I have an extraordinarily narrow range of guys I find attractive. (For example: Blonds Need Not Apply.) But Chow (or is Yun-Fat? which is the family name? the Internet Movie Database does not solve the question) is a babe, definitely. |
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Copyright 1998 Diane Patterson |