i've been having an internal struggle lately over the fancy-schmancy cable television we have, and which we really and truly can't afford. it's not all that expensive, considering we have a package that includes our cable modem (which is not a luxury, but an honest-to-goodness necessity), but the tv part is definitely luxurious. so while i keep almost calling the cable company to disconnect us from the world of the food network and our beloved dvr, i also keep thinking
1. the next project runway is starting in a couple of weeks!
2. i love to watch old movies on tcm. the other day they had a hitchcock extravaganza, and bean and boo and i watched dial m for murder and recorded psycho for later.
i watch while i sew, and while i could just as easily listen to the radio or put on a dvd, there's something about that tv that makes the time fly in my sweatshop. the other day, i watched the women (1939, starring norma shearer as the heroine and joan crawford as the bad girl), which wasn't a great movie, but was kind of fascinating. it's about a bunch of catty girlfriends, several of whom end up in reno obtaining quick divorces from their (never seen) husbands. the idea of a movie with not one single man in it seems kind of arty for 1939. and it includes this bizarre line, spoken by the heroine's mother (i paraphrase): "the good thing about sleeping alone is that you can stretch out in bed like a swastika."
in other watching news, boo's simpsons obsession continues unabated (funniest moment this week=selma* singing brandy as a bedtime song to lisa -- "my life, my love, and my lady is the sea"); our current unsavory family viewing is the defunct series dead like me, which is great, dark and funny. did i mention we went to see across the universe (psychedelic!)? awaiting our viewing pleasure: the continuation of the sorrow and the pity; masculin feminin (godard); and the recent pbs series, the war.
*edited for simpsons accuracy