Your Grandma: Life Objectives, Part II

I believe my third life objective is to be a kiss-ass grandma. I'm no knitter but I know tacos & delight in painting little finger nails. 

Film crunch

I believe there are a plethora of excellent movies to see 

in NYC this long weekend. In fact, I think there are too many great films to see.

Film Forum is showing Godard's 2 or 3 things I know about her. This is a *must-see.*

Tangentially speaking, the au naturale popcorn decorated with Baleine sea salt at Film Forum is such nifty hipster snack.

The MoMa always has amazing foreign films. Last night I saw The Flower Bridge and today I have a ticket to see Shadow of the Holy Book, a Finnish film. 

Over at IFC, they're showing Gommorah. I can't wait to see that either. I've added an already hackneyed image of it for you. (You get it: semi-naked guys with guns & muddy sneakers.)

I believe the most titillating film among all these is Serbis. Down to the Angelika I go to see this Filipino flick. (By the way, if you tell me Filipino is not one of those words you have to double check the spelling of a dozen times, I'll never believe a word out of your mouth again!) 

I believe we should all vote on an amendment to add three more hours to every weekend day.

Check yes or no.

Life Objectives

I believe I have about four major life objectives. 

I don't feel the need to rank them in any sort of order. One objective is to live in South America long enough to need a visa. Another objective is to make someone a U.S citizen through marriage. (I know, the person who doesn't believe in love is spouting off on marriage.)

I don't know who I'll make a citizen: Be he a Canuck, a Mexican, a Chilean, or an Italian. 

Welcome to the land of Starbucks, Obama, Hollywood and Wall Street.

I believe in like.

I still believe love is fictional.

I still believe love is over.

I  believe people confuse lust for love. 

I don't buy romantic love. It's a great trope for movies and it works particularly well in films like The Princess Bride &  Angel Baby. In some films, love is a lie. 

I believe in liking people.

The Test is Over.

It had  been a long-ass time since I believed anything.  It usually doesn't behoove me to wear the jaded New Yorker jacket though. Here are my newest beliefs. 

I believe seeing the Tindersticks show in Brooklyn on March 6, 2009 will renew my soul. 

When I purchased the tickets, I had a set person in mind to join me but alas it probably won't happen. Let's see what God has in mind for that particular night. 

I believe in French butter. A crumpet turns into art, slice of toast is no longer bland all thanks to the magic that is French butter. Yes, I believe in the the beauty of slight things.

I had been battling God for a week or more but as the Flaming Lips say at the end of Fight Test, "The test is over." 

Jackshit

I haven't believed in anything for the longest time. Let me know if you need an image to accompany this sentiment....I think you get the picture.