Excitement is in the Eye of the Beholder

Its been a little while. I do not update this blog very often because I do not consider my life at the moment to be interesting. But looking over what has happened in the past few weeks, from things I have seen (a boy sniffing shoe glue out of a coke bottle to get a cheap high to some guy getting the stuffing beaten out of him as I was driving past) to things I have done (eating various uncommon plants and animals to having to jump a tall fence to get out of my apartment complex at 4 in the morning) to stories I have heard ( mostly from my dad who does street ministry. Some of the stories bums tell him are only believable because we are in Recife, the city with the second most crime in the country, note, not per capita, but just flat out crime, quite a feat for a city of 2 million competing against cities with 5 million or more. It even beat out Sao Paulo, a city of 18 million.)
Speaking of Recife's crime rate, it made news recently when statistics showed that Recife had more murders during Carnival then any other city, and Pernambuco (the state Recife is in) had 1/3 of the top twenty cities for murders during Carnival. And my parents are worried about Iraq.
I also recently rented Moulin Rouge and am now quite addicted to the soundtrack (currently listening to Children of the Revolution, although my favorite is Elephant Love Medley). I am less enthusiastic about the movie as a whole. Piece by piece it is nice, but Baz wrapped it up in a very common plot. Seriously, star crossed lovers? Even Shakespeare took that from other people, and those people plagiarized from others. It probably is from before Homer. Iliad certainly carries that theme.
I also just rewatched Phantom of the Opera for the bazillionth time. I am still berating myself for losing that train ticket, as well as spending so much time in some places on my trip that kept my from reaching my ultimate goal of Broadway.
And lastly I rented Dear Frankie for my parents to watch, that they may partake of the very sweet and easily mockable movie.
--Andy
p.s. Best moment in Moulin Rouge. "We Could Be HERROOEESS." I have listened to that part several times. Some songs just have those little moments that lift them head and shoulders above the rest. That was it for Elephant Love Medley.

EDIT: I also realized at drawing class how utterly different a model's face (from a magazine) is from a real person's face. I could not get the proportions right. It was so weird.

Here There Be Monsters

I was ambushed by a Dentist with a root canal. It was very painful (she said my root was dead, so I would not feel anything, and thus gave me less pain killer). I am embittered forever. Or until I have churrasco later tonight. I am faint with anticipation.
--Andy