This morning D. took off early to NYC for work all magically suited up and respectable (if you don't count the beard) and rolling with his magic rolly suitcase out the door into his un-fancy yet fancy uber hybrid whatchamacallit. Moomin and I went to the matinee of the silent film festival to see Zorro and we got very excited over douglas fairbanks WHO IS A TOTAL GOD and does great stunts and has the BEST laugh.
Actually while I am enjoying the lulz and have done something heinous, sometimes I feel JUST like that! That same laugh!
Moomin had many comments during and afterwards that were critical of the idea that the natives needed to be saved by the rich caballeros but they weren't really doing it to save them but because the rich nobles with land were having their stuff taken by the governor. I made him laugh on the bus.... we were drawing fake panels for the movie and mine said "I know.... let's make sure all the natives have guns and swords and horses too! And the women who seem to be in danger!" "P.s. j/k j/k " "P.P.S. Your New Governor, King Zorro"
I was very grumpy after the movie though as my leg hurt like hell and my whole right side was twitching and irritable and burning and all those things. Got home, took muscle relaxant, fell asleep. Moomin played games and read comic books.
We then went to the science fiction bookstore and read in the cafe for a while and then to dinner with my geekfeminism friend who was here from out of town and her gathered contacts and friends. met a lot of python people and an ephemerisle guy and Moomin sat there for hours and read all of scott mccloud's "Zot!" We walked 4 blocks or so to 26th and then ended up just walking home as the 14 bus passed us by. The driver waved. Why!!!??? Well, whatever. We had a nice walk.
Moomin rode most of the way on the back of my scooter while explaining the feeling he had after reading Zot! was weirdly similar to the feeling he gets after reading Understanding Comics. He said his best metaphor of it was swimming. He mostly prefers the shallows but after being immersed in the deep end he can't shake the feeling and it is like having the bends. He feels like his brain was being driven by someone else who could bear the weight or the pressure a lot better then he can and then afterwards, he can't actually think because the impression is very strong. That was interesting! He talked a bunch about how philosophers -- like scott mccloud, or socrates -- must really be able to bear this burden of thinking very deeply about fundamental things! And that sometimes he just can't and needs light reading like Avengers comics or Spiderman and it cannot all be City of Dreaming Books all the time that are complicated and deep and mindblowing. I agreed. We talked about "flow" and I said sometimes there is another feeling that is very odd where you feel like you're in a movie or a book and I have that with D. sometimes after/during good conversations. We planned out some things to do for the week but i warned him I will need lots of resting interludes which, sadly, may be a bit boring for him. we will make some magic card decks, go to the library, make his dice kit at noisebridge, go to capoeira class, etc. etc. I think he forgets I also need to do things like shop, clean, laundry and cook... and rest in between... and do physical therapy exercises...
Another bus passed us by (we were not at a stop this time) And he commented that if we had gotten the bus, we would not have had this talk, which was awesome. I love Moomin so! What good company he is!
Anyway I can surely pull it together to sit up and play some magic the gathering a couple times a day, for the next few days, right? I get so irritable and am in such pain. It is like short bursts of desperate capability. Then collapse. In between, I feel like a hero and a fool...