"'Sumbitch,' a contraction of son-of-a-bitch, is the phoniest of pseudo-Western words. I doubt that it has even been uttered by anyone who has not been to college and been told by some deracinated good-ol'-boy that this is the way folks talked back home. It isn't"--Film Flam
Dreamed of being in an upright bathtub, like in Japan; recalling my dislike for the scene in The Man in the Moon where Reese Witherspoon unilaterally forgave her father for beating her; sitting on a rooftop near the edge; discussing comedian Marty Feldman and mentioning the scene in Young Frankenstein where he entered the brain depository; walking through Toronto streets in the winter and feeling so angry that I got lost.
My parents went out to Markham early in the morning and picked a big load of strawberries.
Dinner was steak (which I fried).
Saw Luchino Visconti's Rocco and His Brothers at the Cinematheque. It's about a family from southern Italy who move to Milan, with an Abel & Cain element. Devastatingly powerful.
Vanity Fair arrived in the mail. The cover story was about how Reagan cleared his wife of communism charges (he was an HUAC snitch) and they fell in love. I emailed a letter to the editor saying "Shame on you."
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