Jason and I just watched Speaking in Strings, the documentary about violinist Nadja Salerno Sonnenberg. It was a good movie, but a bit vague. My only conclusion is that it must be difficult to make a documentary about someone who is still alive, still harboring secrets. It reminded me a little of Bob Dylan's No Direction Home, where his personal life was almost never mentioned. Sonnenberg's personal life is mentioned, but other than her suicidal attempt, and perhaps even more poignant, the father shaped hole in her life, there are rarely specifics.
In other news, Dan Jackson has left the state. To sate our sadness, Jason and I left several strange and insipid comments on his blog. Well, more than several.
This is probably where we're going to getting married. It's like Las Vegas. It's glitzy and nice and ornamental. The really really fake photograph scenery is both scary and oddly alluring. The best part is, it's three blocks away from our house. No having to schlep to Flushing and to God knows where for the reception.
Now to find the (shudder) dress.
posted by Empress Girl @ 8:56 PM
1 Comments:
So, dude, are you going to get married in the fountain room? or the sapphire room? more importantly, why isn't there a more obvious fountain in the fountain room photos? in either case, i'm sure that you will be absolutely lovely!
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