I just saw Crash, as any good card-carrying Angeleno would. The movie struck a strange combination of being both horribly honest and exaggerated. The LA stereotypes they used were spot on, but too pronounced to truly resemble reality. Anyway, the movie made me want to crawl into my covers and just cry. Not about anything in particular. But it was unsettling to think about the ugly things in the world out there. I walked out of the Crest Theater thinking, well, I guess the movie says, we are all racist assholes, to some degree. And it still has a hopeful message that our consciences generally get the best of us.Dozer had another appointment this morning. He has far outlived what Dr. Bak told me that depressing morning in November. In fact, you would never know he's sick, and every time I look into his round brown eyes I feel a sense of pride, of peace. He sees the best doctor in town, definitely what I would want for my little bear, but which I still wryly observe every time we pull up to the shiny building where the doctor is and every time I cut out a check that is half my pay.
I have been tense about all kinds of things lately. Also saw The Amityville Horror last night -- needless to say, not like tonight's movie fare -- which I appreciated for the tongue-in-cheekiness, if little else. We went to Tuk Tuk afterward and I was unexpectedly pleased to be able to check the place off of my must-try list.
I have so much to say about Denver. It was easily one of the best weekends, and you know how impressive that can be! Coming soon: When in Rioja.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:25 AM
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