Stranger Than ... my weekend

If you didn't get the chance to see Stranger Than Fiction this weekend (with Will Ferrell and Emma Thompson), here is my advice: get thee to a cinema. It was a very thought provoking movie, and unlike (I think) any of his other movies, which made it that much better. I think that a lot of people were thinking that it'd be a lot like any classic Will Ferrell movie — stupid humor (again, I'm only guessing). I have avoided like the plague most of the movies he's been in (excepting Zoolander, which I think is brilliant).

I am currently reading a couple of books, Brady Udall's The Miracle Life of Edgar Mint and Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife. I've been very sucked in to the former and am on the second section, and barely begun the latter.

On Saturday my mom and I traipsed the Two Rivers Art Expo in Des Moines — I was merely there for eye candy and inspiration, but she whipped out her checkbook a few times. There was quite a lot of inspiration to be found. One paper artist I saw (from whom my mom has purchased a couple of times) had featured a few lines of a familiar Robert Frost poem: The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Since I saw that particular piece of artwork, I've had Frost's lines running through my head. I think it may be one of my favorite bits of poetry, ever. Add that to the list so far: the last lines of The Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats (which I rediscovered a few years ago when reading the inscription on a Ray Bradbury book), so much depends by William Carlos Williams, and others that seem to have fallen from my head at the moment.

And snow, while lovely at first, soon turns to slush and grey muck. And also, it's cold.