Good words on a good weekend from yours truly. Actually, to be honest, it wasn't all that great, but it seemed as though it was. Went out. Watched some college basketball on Saturday, saw a kick-ass art exhibit, and saw Old School.
Wow. Looking at those three things side-by-side is strange. Sort of runs the high-brow/low-brow gamut.
"Yeah, I watched some f**king HOOPS!"
"Indeed, I pondered the mystery and majesty of nature as I strolled through the museum, taking in Van Gogh's pastoral landscapes. Ah, Arles. Auvers. C'est magnifique!"
"Movie funny. Man fall down, catch on fire."
I'm a bundle of contradictions.