June 30th, 2005

Dog

Dry cleaners, Dark Knights, and dogs—no big whoop

Picked up dry cleaning/alterations yesterday evening. Wow, that's expensive. No wonder I rarely do it.

Saw Batman Begins again last night with Pete (again), this time at the IMAX. We nearly didn't make the sold-out show but for the quick use of a Jedi mind trick and a $20 bill on the people ahead of us in line, who received the last two tickets but had six people in their group (OK, it was likely just the twenty). This resulted in second row right aisle seating, and my neck will probably be paying for that today. The last remnants of the sunset were still visible over the bay as we left, and the Space Needle looked incredibly cool up close at night.

Sitting at my desk after coming home from the movie last night, I was almost startled to see the flat, white face of a curious bulldog looking in the window at me. Apparently the dog of guests of my upstairs neighbors, he must be a little sharper than their own (one never seems to see me in here, the other—a testy pit bull—rarely does, at which point she freaks out and runs nosefirst into the window).

The weather was gorgeous yesterday, and today promises even more of the same. Plenty to do at the office to finish out the week today, yet not so much to be stressed. It'll be good to start the long weekend tomorrow.
Moody

Closer and farther away

Out getting some air and trying to clear my head from watching Closer, a horrifying portrait of relationships and the human heart (also sipping on a Brutal Fruit Sultry Strawberry, which is probably counterproductive to the head clearing). What a mess. Even though it was just a film, it really hit home how intricately and thoroughly depraved our hearts can be and how much violence we do to one another when "love" is a euphemism for trying to get what we want, whatever that may be.

With all the other stuff it leaves me feeling, I'm more grateful than anything else. I'm grateful that relationships don't have to be a mad scramble to have our needs and desires met, grateful that love really can and does exist, breaking through even in this messed-up world, not as some kind of guessing game or set of compromises, but through the person of a Savior.

Even with that certain hope, the possibilities of what we can do to one another are frightening. Tread cautiously in dealing with another's heart, and with one's own.