A friend of mine recently recommended I allot a portion of my freetime to watch Fight Club - ok, it really was over a month ago but who's counting. This is a movie I've seen bits and pieces of over the years but never really thought it was something I could get into but I thought I'd give it a try. Let me just say I should really have watched this movie much sooner. I am pretty fried right now from two 90 degree, 95 percent humidity days in the sun to get into my observations about this movie but I'll set the stage with these lines/concepts:
"losing all hope was freedom"
"single serving friend"
If I don't follow up, let me know because I really should.
In a separate vein, since ten years have passed since I spent a summer living on the Isle of Portland in England, I've been reading through the journal I kept while I was there. Something that amazes me about this look back is how much I've grown in many ways and how much I've not, or even digressed. Sort of encouraging but also scary. Makes me want to start doing all of the things I say I need to do to change things but haven't made the effort to do so because it requires me to step outside the lines I've drawn. Maybe it is time for an eraser? Or at least a bigger canvas...
And because I am completely delirious at this point, I am posting this random picture I took this weekend of two silos made of different materials, concrete and clay...
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