Eating Animals.
My favorite author, Jonathan Safran Foer, wrote a nonfiction book about the ethics of eating meat — Eating Animals. I’m willing, ready, and excited to read anything by Foer because I’m devastatingly in love with his prose. He makes me want to build a brick wall and figure out the beauty of existence and love and happiness while it’s falling on top of me. That’s the kind of power I feel in his writing. I’m curious to see how he treats the topic. If it’s going to be angry, unforgiving activism or coherent arguing on the side of science and morality.
Got them straight As.
I love this song. Goodnight.
Some films change the cinematic world for a reason, right? Not just because those film scholars say so, but because they are good enough to feel like real life, even when we are required to stretch our imaginations. I think when you suspend your disbelief and then forget you’re doing so, that marks a very clever film — it makes a statement about how the human mind operates.
Doesn’t hurt if you watch good films in good company, but that’s another story entirely.
I want to watch every Woody Allen film ever, but I’ve only have these down so far:
- Annie Hall
- Crimes and Misdemeanors
- Scoop
- Match Point
- Melinda and Melinda
So many to accomplish. Not that mind. I’m the type of person that likes to conquer the entire catalog of an artist or I am unhappy. I let myself lapse on a couple of contemporary authors — I have 4 books to catch up on for one — and I find that upsetting, even though I don’t really love the guy. My next literary conquer will be Truman Capote, though, and I’m reading all of his work in backwards chronology. We’ll see how that goes.
"Christmas makes me feel like I don’t know anyone."
Woman in Father & Sons, Raleigh.
Hey Jessieeee.
There is no other way.
Christmas in Apex.
Semester 3 of college: complete. Time to readreadread and sleep.
Oh, how I wish I had taken this photo.
