caveat emptor

last night after cutting all the grass that was fit to cut - and more, and watching a little of the red wings/penguins game (how can one be scared of a team called the penguins?....) i know we can call our teams the wolves or rattlers or...no, i've got it, the penguins...corie had called on my way home and suggested a little 'whimwamba', as he calls it, i was game after such a day of cutting, so the dye was cast. sara made her way here and, after i bolted on the second seat, we were away on the geezer bike and off to topanga...which, as usual, was great - i have taken to eating a corie staple, the 'surf and turf' enchilada (carne asada and prawn...) and love it...a little lighter than the big ass burrito and mucho tasty.
afterwards, sara and i headed to see the new jim jarmusch film, the limits of control, at the fifth ave. and let me say this up front - i love jim. or his films anyways. but last night's 'film' was such an art/film school disaster that i don't know that i'll be able to ever see another of his films. ever. an art film for other art film types and makers and really, not for a regular film goer...and i'll say this, i've seen a few art school wank films in my day, well, lots...but this display really made me want to contact jim jarmusch and tell him he not only owed me the cost of admission but also the cost of my time to sit through that piece of crap and that as punishment he had to come and do something boring and painful with me for a couple hours. slow, deliberate, sparse, meaningless, contrived....go see it, by all means, but you have been warned...
but it was nice to have the bike out, ride around, see a movie and eat some food...
have a great sunday.

g. xo