Sunday, August 24, 2014

Peter

The husband and I will be watching the premiere of Doctor Who tomorrow. We've valiantly avoided to watch the episode on BBC America and I haven't looked at my Twitterfeed in the past 24 hours. David Tennant will always be "my doctor", but Matt Smith had a great run too.

Maureen Ryan had nice things to say about the episode and I'm excited about the reboot as, with the exception of the 50th anniversary special, the last batch of episodes have felt a little stale. Stephen Moffat will come through, I think. I hope.

My birthday is in a few weeks. A big one. Though I'm inclined to say that I'm okay with it and be sincere, sometimes I forget myself. I wonder if I could be at a different place. If I could be happier. If I could be less or more than I am. I'm going to watch Doctor Who tomorrow and try not to worry about it.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Bright

I wanted to write about Guardians of the Galaxy which I watched on Wednesday for the husband's birthday, but found that I didn't have a lot to say. I am so happy to see Chris Pratt, the movie star as I like him so much. The movie itself was funny and entertaining. I guess it just didn't give me cause for a whole lot of introspection, but it was fun.

I also watched the first episode of Outlander last week. It's hard to ignore Ron Moore and I admire Caitriona Balfe's Claire already. I don't get Starz so we'll see how into the show I get. My self-imposed summer break feels like it's coming to a close and I'm not sure how eager I am to get wrapped into a show once I go back to intense study mode.

I'm pathetically behind on my yearly goal to finish 50 books before the end of the year. But I'm in the middle of Alice Munro's Dear Life. I want to finish before I make up my mind. I just finished The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas. I was hoping for one thing and got something else. I wanted to be dazzled and touched. The peek into his thoughts were still good though.

Meanwhile, this song has been on my mind a lot lately:

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Work

Although I adore the original, I have been inexplicably obsessed with Maxwell's cover of Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work". I always gravitate towards sad songs, but this song doesn't make me hurt. It makes me feel warm and comforted. It articulates what love feels like for me, not just the words. I marvel at how I fell so completely in love when my predilection leans closer to solitude and fear. I am amazed at the capacity my love could swell over the years. Love doesn't expel the fear or the solitude. It doesn't extinguish loneliness. My flaws, my cracks are still apparent, but love fills me. It consumes and shapes and I find I am more of the person I want to be in this love.