Sunday, February 5th, 2006 • No Comments on Inside the Box
Joon: “You’re out of your tree.”
Sam: “It’s not my tree.”
Benny and Joon
It’s been a lazy Sunday of napping and watching movies I’ve seen before (
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Good Will Hunting, Men in Black, Benny and Joon
) because watching something new would require too much energy and attention. I could care less about the Superbowl (who’s playing, again?), but it’s nice to sit on the couch and scroll through the channels and catch bits and pieces of some of my favorite movies. Comfort movies are a lot like comfort food—they satisfy a deep need for security and belonging.
Of course, I can’t just watch television any more; I have to be doing something else or I feel like I’m wasting my time. I don’t know when that happened or what it signifies—a shorter attention span? more interests? too much work?—whatever it is, it makes it impossible for me to watch television for more than a few minutes without picking up some project or other. So I’ve been cleaning up my blog, updating my book covers in the sidebar and on the anthologies page, doing the routine maintenace I alway put off until it’s become a several-hours project.
Sometimes it’s good to hibernate for a day or two (I’d do it for a week or two, if I could figure out how to miss that many classes) and just… breathe. Tomorrow it’s back to the grind of paper writing and presentation preparation and writing deadlines that accumulate quicker than I can write and all the other crap I’ve been dealing with lately. But today, what’s left of it, it’s me on the couch in front of the television with my laptop. This is quite possibly the only time I’m content to be inside a box.