Happy International Day of Labor! And also, Wednesday! I am celebrating by going to work, and laboring, so that’s fun.
Watching: I am watching the American TV show Mom which is kind of shockingly good. Oh, and also, my friend is coming over tonight. She likes Tiger Shroff, Nivin Pauly, and Prithviraj: what movie should we watch?
Reading: I took the time to write a whole loooooooooooong response to the “An Open Letter to Shah Rukh” on bollywoodhungama. So you better all be reading that! Here’s a link to the original post, and here’s a link to my response.
Thinking: Rainy here, and it is driving me and Albie Dog crazy. Well, it’s driving Albie Dog crazy, and he is driving me crazy. I gave up and swung by the dog park last night because it was only slightly raining instead of heavily raining, and now I have a smelly muddy dog.
Listening: It’s May Day, so obviously I’m listening to my favorite communist song. I’ve put it up a whole bunch and you are all probably sick of it, but I don’t care.
I already did a Communist song, so I will shake things up by celebrating the May Queen and the flowers and spring time and all that rubbish with two songs.
Flowers! Fertility! Spring!
May Pole! 1:00 in to the song. For bonus subtle visual metaphors, start watching a little before and check out Amitabh’s expression just befor ethe cut. Also, young girls and dancing and all that stuff.
Okay, question for you, not film related I’m just curious: Who here does May baskets?
My grandmother started our family tradition back in the 1950s, she made May baskets by folding up wallpaper (can get sample books for free!) and put in candy and flowers, and then sent her kids to hang them on doorknobs for all the neighbors. And then the whole time I was growing up, we did the same thing. I don’t do it for my neighbors now, it seems weird, but my Mom does it for everyone in their apartment building. When I was growing up we had one neighbor who gave us a basket, but besides that I’ve never heard of anyone else ever doing May baskets.