3-iron

We are all empty houses. Waiting for somebody to open the lock and set us free..

The beloved one... that she may be, but not for our hero. Not anymore. After the closing night movie at the Castro theater in SF, our hero was all dressed up and ready to party. The beloved one had other plans though and wanted to go home as it was getting too late for her. No dictionary needed here. Four first dates in the last seven days but the woman I liked the most, is the only one who doesn't want to see me again. Why do we always want to have the things in life that we can't get..

3-Iron reminded me again why I love movies so much. Film is not the mother of all arts; it's the love baby from all the arts together - music, dance, poetry, photography, painting, literature.

I had a movie date with somebody from the East coast and we met on Friday to see 3-Iron. The movie lived up to my expectations although those were mainly based on the intriguing image on the film poster. My date had some interesting views on the lack of deep relationships in California. Although I always thought that this was something typical American, my date pointed out that flakiness is primarily a West-coast phenomena. Her take on this: because it's so much colder on the East-coast, people are spending more time inside which brings them closer together, literally and spiritually; life on the West-coast is easy and laid back which does not foster commitment. So what does this tell me about myself - why did I chose to live here in California?

So should our hero consider moving to Antarctica?