Adrift at The End of December

• Geez, I had a curl in the middle of my forehead when I wrote that last post, eh? Now, with a glass of red wine and Mendelssohn's octet for strings on the stereo, I'm not so horrid.


• I saw Across the Universe at the movie palace the other night and here's my review: Better than Hairspray.


• I took 1 and 2 to see Enchanted this morning. (Who the heck knew there was such a thing as a 10 a.m. Sunday matinee??? -must've been the oddest movie-going experience ever.) Here's my review: Better than I thought it would be.


• Actually, I thought Enchanted was a superb example of narrative a la mode: slip directly from parody into the the form being parodied. It was like The Daily Show for 8- to 12-year-old girls.


• Don't get me wrong: I like The Daily Show. But at its heart, it is Establishment.


• The rain, the rain.


• We went to the art museum today and managed to look at some things between asking the girls not to play combat hide-and-seek around the statuary pedestals. I liked "The Watering Pond at Marly with Hoarfrost" by Alfred Sisley, for its precise capturing of winter afternoon light and shade. I couldn't find that image, but here's his "Hoarfrost, Saint Martin's Summer," with what I think is morning light.