Good intentions
Mar. 29th, 2009 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkey#1: I didn't quite manage to do the Earth Hour thing last night. See, I started a photo download when I came home and it was still laboriously filtering into this antique I use for home computing at 8:30 PDT. I did, however, switch off every other light in the house. Which, if you look at all the photos of Earth Hour that are on the SF Chronicle website, is as much of a gesture as anything anybody else might have done. There's dark and there's dark and all those look how we marked Earth Hour pictures aren't what you could call dark. Not really.
Even at 3 AM with every light off in the place I can find my way down a flight of stairs and around the bathroom or kitchen without flipping a switch because of ambient light coming in from streetlights, or, on occasion, the full moon blazing through the skylight in the garret. Foggy nights are even better - we get diffused light from those cranes four miles away at the Port of Oakland bouncing off the clouds. That's not bulb-in-the-cellar-burned-out dark. Or waking up in a tent to the sound of coyotes dark. Or just parked the car in the field down the road and have to walk back to the campsite without my flashlight dark. Hey, if someone remembers to slap a light switch on the way out the door as a result of last night, great. It's still just a gesture. Now go unplug your microwave.
#2. I didn't get very much of anything done today. Clearly I needed a lie-in because I slept late, then somehow never managed to get moving, though the kaga chochin are done except for handles and having paper glued to the outside. Caught the Sex and the City movie, which pretty much served to remind me of a number of things I do not miss about New York, though it did have the unexpected bright spot of Jennifer Hudson as Carrie's assistant. (Holy crap! A woman of color with unfashionably zaftig curves, a brain and a heart, who finds love!) And of course, Kim Catrall's Samantha is, as always, the best thing in the franchise. I also came in late to a sort of psychological romance called Passion of Mind with Demi Moore. Is she Marty, a successful businesswoman from New York dreaming of being Marie, a widower living in France with two daughters, or is she Marie dreaming of being Marty? Absorbing enough to keep me watching, at least. Definitely a chick flick.
Even at 3 AM with every light off in the place I can find my way down a flight of stairs and around the bathroom or kitchen without flipping a switch because of ambient light coming in from streetlights, or, on occasion, the full moon blazing through the skylight in the garret. Foggy nights are even better - we get diffused light from those cranes four miles away at the Port of Oakland bouncing off the clouds. That's not bulb-in-the-cellar-burned-out dark. Or waking up in a tent to the sound of coyotes dark. Or just parked the car in the field down the road and have to walk back to the campsite without my flashlight dark. Hey, if someone remembers to slap a light switch on the way out the door as a result of last night, great. It's still just a gesture. Now go unplug your microwave.
#2. I didn't get very much of anything done today. Clearly I needed a lie-in because I slept late, then somehow never managed to get moving, though the kaga chochin are done except for handles and having paper glued to the outside. Caught the Sex and the City movie, which pretty much served to remind me of a number of things I do not miss about New York, though it did have the unexpected bright spot of Jennifer Hudson as Carrie's assistant. (Holy crap! A woman of color with unfashionably zaftig curves, a brain and a heart, who finds love!) And of course, Kim Catrall's Samantha is, as always, the best thing in the franchise. I also came in late to a sort of psychological romance called Passion of Mind with Demi Moore. Is she Marty, a successful businesswoman from New York dreaming of being Marie, a widower living in France with two daughters, or is she Marie dreaming of being Marty? Absorbing enough to keep me watching, at least. Definitely a chick flick.
