Soren update

roadnotes says:

Soren is now at Atlantis Rehabilitation in Brooklyn. It seems to be a nice place. The one glitch is that because he got there on Friday afternoon, the doctors didn't get the chance to see him immediately.

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This is shaping up to be an excellent weekend, after a rather fatiguing week. I met G. for tea yesterday afternoon; he's one of the people behind heartanddart (the soap makers I linked to recently), and he gifted me with a bar of Winter Melody, my favorite scent, much to my delight. Then, we walked through the park; G.has a finely attuned visual sensibility, and he and I would take turns pointing out the way the sunlight was reflecting off of a leaf, and other such grace notes. (A startling moment: when I was in Potsdam recently, I found myself looking through family photos albums, and remembering Sandy, my grandparents' dog, who died almost thirty years ago. Something about the layout of the terrain reminded me of their old house on Lake Champlain... and just as I was thinking this, we passed someone walking a dog who could've been Sandy's clone, the only dog of that type (a red and white spaniel variant) I've seen since the original.) Other pleasant surprises, such as watching ducks squabble over muffin crumbs, and finding a park bench dedication plaque written in Arabic (the only such I've ever seen); then, dinner; then, goodbyes.

From there, I went off with my apartment mate to see Island of Lost Souls (a retitled version of Island of Dr. Moreau) and The Most Dangerous Game, two pre-code horror/suspense movies, at the Loew's in Hoboken, one of the last of the old movie palaces. (Given that Forry Ackerman, the uberfan behind Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine, had just passed away, it seemed fitting. There was an original prop severed head from Most Dangerous Game in the lobby; Forry, who had a famous collection of such memorabilia, would've smiled.)(What's going to happen to the contents of the Ackermansion, I wonder?) It was delightful to see them, especially in such a setting; a much-needed boost for my enthusiasm for seeing movies in theaters, which has dropped precipitously of late. (High ticket prices; tiny multiplexed theaters; audiences who seem with think they're watching WWE; generally dismal new releases...feh.)

Now, I'm off to see Quantum of Solace with gtrout; later, either Milk or the new gay version of Midsummer Night's Dream; perhaps both. Quantum has gotten mixed reviews, but I'm optimistic; Daniel Craig has made the part his own like no Bond since Connery: believable as both high-tech assassin and human being. (I still maintain that they should remake On Her Majesty's Secret Service next. As a movie, it may well be the best Bond movie ever- I mean, Diana Rigg as a Bond girl!- however, its reputation has suffered grievously and unfairly due to the public's lack of enthusiasm for Lazenby's work in the title role.) Then, home, and making bad things happen to good wizards.

(Personal note to cthulhia: I've finally watched The Ref, due almost entirely to your repeated LJ praise for it; thank you.)