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May. 4th, 2005 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksSo I went up to see Anastasiya tonight. She was really upset when I talked with her this evening, but she'd mostly-recovered before I got up there, which was nice; it's always better for her to be happy than upset. We went out to see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and then a very, very late dinner at a local 24-hour diner. Before the movie, while we were watching the pre-show slide-show thing, she sat in my lap and I put my arms around her, and I could just feel the tension wash off of me. It was really good for me. -laughs- Really, all I need is a bit of affection now and again, and I do fine...
The movie was Alright at best. It wasn't out-and-out offensive as a great many comedies are these days; in fact, it really wasn't offensive at all, and was quite intelligent in parts. Still, all told, it just seemed rather uninspiring, though it's convinced me that the book (or series) is probably worth reading.
During dinner, Anastasiya got to talking about a great number of things, though the one I recall best was a discussion on art. She seems to be one of those of the opinion that modern art is worse than useless, that it's existence, and that it thrives, is offensive! Though I can no more personally appreciate modern art now than I could before (in fact, I really find it aesthetically displeasing), I won't say that it has no merit. In fact, I would go as far to say that it likely has rather sophisticated, even high-minded value, but that it's "Art for Artists", and as with many things made for a subset of people, can only be appreciated by that class. Anastasiya seemed to want to come back to an "Art for Everyone" kind of standard, but somehow kept bringing Money into it -- ie, it's wrong that Modern Artists get paid THOUSANDS for pictures of white lines against a white background, and artists with *real* talent starve, and people decide to spend their money on mass-produced jewelry instead of *real* pieces.
in the course of all this, it occurred to me, once again, that this is what I want in a relationship: in truth, a friend. Yeah, the passion and the kissing is nice, but it's really good to just sit and talk about things. Like art. Or philosophy. Or theoretical physics.
Our waitress, Lindsay, was nice, and pretty, and the only one working in there from Midnight until 3am. The table behind us wasn't sounding very understanding, and I felt kind of bad for her, so I left her a note saying "Have a Nice Night" and a $20 tip on a $35 bill. Anastasiya wanted me to put my number, but I thought that such a large tip, combined with a phone number, would just seem sketchy; this way, she gets a nice tip with no worries and no strings. While we were heading out, I heard her say to her manager "I should have listened to you; I just got a $2 tip on a $40 bill." I hope she appreciated our table a bit more.
And it occurred to me then that I'd like to be rich one day, just so that I can afford to be a nice guy.
The movie was Alright at best. It wasn't out-and-out offensive as a great many comedies are these days; in fact, it really wasn't offensive at all, and was quite intelligent in parts. Still, all told, it just seemed rather uninspiring, though it's convinced me that the book (or series) is probably worth reading.
During dinner, Anastasiya got to talking about a great number of things, though the one I recall best was a discussion on art. She seems to be one of those of the opinion that modern art is worse than useless, that it's existence, and that it thrives, is offensive! Though I can no more personally appreciate modern art now than I could before (in fact, I really find it aesthetically displeasing), I won't say that it has no merit. In fact, I would go as far to say that it likely has rather sophisticated, even high-minded value, but that it's "Art for Artists", and as with many things made for a subset of people, can only be appreciated by that class. Anastasiya seemed to want to come back to an "Art for Everyone" kind of standard, but somehow kept bringing Money into it -- ie, it's wrong that Modern Artists get paid THOUSANDS for pictures of white lines against a white background, and artists with *real* talent starve, and people decide to spend their money on mass-produced jewelry instead of *real* pieces.
in the course of all this, it occurred to me, once again, that this is what I want in a relationship: in truth, a friend. Yeah, the passion and the kissing is nice, but it's really good to just sit and talk about things. Like art. Or philosophy. Or theoretical physics.
Our waitress, Lindsay, was nice, and pretty, and the only one working in there from Midnight until 3am. The table behind us wasn't sounding very understanding, and I felt kind of bad for her, so I left her a note saying "Have a Nice Night" and a $20 tip on a $35 bill. Anastasiya wanted me to put my number, but I thought that such a large tip, combined with a phone number, would just seem sketchy; this way, she gets a nice tip with no worries and no strings. While we were heading out, I heard her say to her manager "I should have listened to you; I just got a $2 tip on a $40 bill." I hope she appreciated our table a bit more.
And it occurred to me then that I'd like to be rich one day, just so that I can afford to be a nice guy.
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Date: 2005-05-04 01:42 pm (UTC)I just said that I dont like it. and then a whole slew of things as to why.... i think
it has to do with what you feel when you see it.
Date: 2005-05-04 03:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 06:09 pm (UTC)