I've never had a reason in my life to mention Laura Linney's name before last night. Sure, I took acute notice of her in Love Actually because she got to get her paws all over the godly Rodrigo Santoro. (One of the rare moments in moviegoing history where I became visibly, distressingly uncomfortable in the theater.) So anyway, I write her name for the first time last night and today in comes my Los Angeles Magazine with her on the cover. Alright, this isn't a great coincidence, but I thought it built slightly on uncanny.
I accelerated the studying, taking breaks only for my beloved "Lucy" shows. She was my first media obsession and, I think in many ways, how I quickly learned so much about American pop culture and lifestyle. After all this time, I still watch every episode religiously. This morning it hit me that I am beginning to read new meaning -- or truly "get" -- some of the jokes. Twenty years after setting foot on American soil, I am still learning English.
Today, I continued to be enormously pleased with the weather, had some labored moments before the stove pan-frying Chinese meat buns, bilked The Coffee Bean out of another large mocha latte, completed the Times puzzle in satisfying time, and made many a vicious comment while watching "American Idol" with the girls.
Closing the night with a bit of Saint-Saens, a bit of Khachuturian. Not bad.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:05 AM
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