i'm a fucking caveman
this video "how i got out of zionism" sarah shared of shlomo yitzchak who tells a very powerful story about a day of epiphanies he experienced while studying in jerusalem. i don't normally watch "sitting in a room and talking to the camera" online videos but this one is really well-told and important (also continue to recommend reading a day in the life of abed salama, which deborah is reading now).
buying cauliflower because i felt like i should try to have some variety and eat a different vegetable than the three keystone vegetables (broccoli, brussels sprouts, kale) that we eat constantly and then last night making dinner and being immediately annoyed at the seemingly inevitable mess of it (thinking of the iconic tiktok about nature valley granola bars) and wishing i had just bought broccoli (ultimately it was nice for a change though)
a murder at the end of the world, which as diehard fans of the oa and its unique and enchanting mysticism, deborah, ruth, and i were heavily anticipating, an anticipation that peaked at the realization that the lead actress seemed to be some kind of derivation of thank you notes dreamgirl darcie wilder, and after having watched all the episodes so far i am sad to say that imo it is a very dumb show, partly (if i want to be charitable) for perhaps unavoidable reasons of the quick advancement of real AI technology (there is a hilarious moment where as a demonstration of its immense world-changing power they ask the chatbot AI to extemporaneously compose some silly poetry and are all like "WHOAH" when it does it), but mostly just because the writing and the acting make glass onion seem like chekhov but i'm still thankful for it because it's the kind of bad that's very fun to make fun of with deborah as we watch. i'm also thankful that in last night's episode there was a scene where clive owen is growling some profanity and deborah and i at the same time remembered a bit from early in our relationship after she showed me her blu-ray of the movie closer which includes clive owen growling "i'm a fucking caveman", a reading that i found very fun and would go on to frequently interject, with my best mock growl, at various moments of our relationship for comedic effect. i'm thankful to have been reminded of that.
