Purging to Plato’s Cave

My hard drive died.
It had all number of pictures, songs, letters, and ephemera on it. I got a new one, and my computer feels pristine and vast now. It fits into the purging theme I’ve got going this week.

I had a garage sale and a party.
We got rid of so much CRAP: it felt fantastic. We made enough money to make a new table and the rest of the bookcases – hooray. The garage sale day was fun – we got to know some neighbors and some friends stopped by. The party ended up being a very small handful of people eating BBQ. I should know by now not to throw parties because my ego always takes a beating when no one shows; gone are the days of living in a city so full of people I loved that parties were always big and cheerful. I guess that felt like a bit of purge, too.

I’ve been reevaluating a lot of my life priorities; I guess that comes along with any birthday or milestone. It’s been good, and I’m feeling much more organized and ready for the future.

We went to the zoo on Sunday. I’m still strangely surprised by how much fun I have hanging out all day with Sky. I feel like we are cheating somehow, it’s so pleasant to be in one another’s company. We passed more than a few squabbling couples and families on the zoo paths: burnt out on their together time by 2pm.

I will end this post with a Movie Roundup, ta da!

Vagabond was a perfect antithesis to Into the Wild. It was about a French girl, wandering the countryside, doing what she felt like with no apologies and no trite words of wisdom. I loved it. The featured image of this post is from the movie.

Watching Rhythm Thief totally transported me to 1994. We laughed at the idea that bootlegging was such a dangerous business, and enjoyed the fashion immensely. A good black and white indie film in the vein of early Taratino and Van Sant.

We bustled over to the Northwest Film Forum to catch The Tracey Fragments on Tuesday. The split frame techniques were interesting, and there were a lot of beautiful shots, but I wouldn’t call this a success. It was really overbearing in parts. It did, however, do a great job of portraying the fragmented thoughts of adolescence and the feeling of never quite knowing what’s real and what’s your own impression.