Good thing I ended my movie drought as planned with Blue Velvet on Saturday night. It was gigantic as always, with the only pitfall being that I identified more than I wanted to with the Isabella Rosselini character. Ever since then I've been pondering what she really means when she says Kyle MacLachlan "put his disease in her". (9/10)
My kitchen now smells like Hot Man. I bought a Spanish Amber candle from Pacifica yesterday at Whole Foods because I thought it smelled nice and fresh, just right for summer. I brought it home and burned a little bit of it. When I walked back into the kitchen later on I caught this strange elusive whiff of... well, Hot Man is the best way to describe it, the kind of smell that makes you go, "Ooh, who's that... what? who?". I wondered if Stella had picked something up from getting petted by one of the neighbors. It took me a few trips back and forth into the kitchen to realize that it was the candle. I'm not sure there's any practical lesson in that, but there it is.