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// January 31st, 2010 // Daily Jots

This weekend was a weekend of finally-s.

I finally got my iPhone, and am trying desperately not to turn into one of those wankers that feels the urge fiddle with it every two seconds. But man they sure are purdy. Given my extreme disregard for the well-being of personal electronics, I dished out some extra cash for an Otter Box, which, if I still manage to damage the phone through hard plastic and rubberized shells, means I’m completely hopeless. My poor phone looks like some sort of tactical command centre mind you, but I figure it will just play into my oft-held fantasy of being some kind of secret agent.

I finally went to see Avatar in 3D because I think I’m one of the few film junkies remaining on the planet that hadn’t seen it. After a 40 drive to the nearest IMAX theatre I was astonished to discover that the 3D IMAX experience was sold out for every single show today. Not only that, but I got one of the last tickets for the plain jane 3D show….the place was packed. I ended up five rows from the screen on the extreme left of the theatre, which means not only is my chin now resting permanently on my right shoulder, but I also have an immense headache from having pointy arrows shoved into my eye sockets for nearly three hours. Lest it be thought that I didn’t enjoy the movie, allow me to clarify: it was the best entertainment I have seen in a very long time. Say what you want about the plot being a rehashed Pocahontas wannabe for the environmental age, grimace in earnest about the predictability and sappy pappy love story…but really, I mean come on, let’s be honest, that bloody thing was immersive to the point of being invasive. It was beautiful. Every story, every legend, every myth brings with it bits and pieces from past stories, from other places, folded and molded into timepoint relevancy. As it was with the oral tradition, we continually tell the same stories, at different times, for different audiences, repeating the underlying maxims and internal struggles that makes these particular stories so potent and so resonant. Yadda yadda, really liked it, technologically stunning…mm hmmm.

I also finally tried a strawberry shake from Pho Dau Bo, Vietnamese soup shop extraordinaire. It was very very tasty. Why would a shake be so scary you ask? Because it has a couple of scoops of this (Dutch Baby Concentrated Sweetener & Whitener) delightful looking stuff in it. I could always see the can, and watch the Elmer’s Glue (other parallels exist but are much less polite) being scooped into unsuspecting patron’s drinks.  I tried to forget that my lovely strawberries had been bathed in a sloshing of thick, emulsive white gloop and focused instead on the fact that yes, the strawberry component did seem sweeter and whiter.  Huzzah.

Is anyone ever happy that the weekend is over?  Heck, I didn’t even get to cross “an afternoon of hedonistic luxury” off my list.

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