You guys have probably all seen it already, but I just watched it tonight. Excellent movie, maybe Woody Allen’s best. I’m amazed that after so many years of making movies, he keeps getting better at it. I sincerely enjoyed it, and it had a spark of narrative truth over literal truth, or actualism over realism, something Nabokov and Pynchon both do that I love. Anyway, A+, rent it if you haven’t seen it. Also, the fact that I knew nothing about it probably made it even better, so don’t go reading reviews. Don’t even read this one.
Berck drifted off and then when I rolled over started the following conversation: Berck: Do you know what MUNIX stands for? Jonah: Unix? Berck: MUNIX. Multiuser. He tries but he’s not very good at it. Me: Who? Berck: Shawn. Shawn David, they’re all named Shawn. Me: Shawn? Berck: Creamy rice, Jonah. Creamy rice.
The semester has started, and I’m already dreading going to class. It’s just a few months, and I’m sure I’ll get through it, but it feels like there’s quite the mountain to climb between now and graduation. All of my classes involve various semester-long projects. And most of them are group projects. Just the sort of thing I hate. The potentially good news is that it looks like I’m going to back to work for Mesa. I’ve got a May 7th class date. This isn’t ideal since that’s my first day of final exams. Fortunately, all my professors agreed that…
Berck: I dreamed that you worked at Walgreens, and I needed an ATM, and you said, “You can use this one here.” But instead of a screen it was like a vending machine where you could see all of the items available. So I picked what looked like a basket of dollar bills, but when it all dumped out, there were some British pounds, some gold airplanes that were each worth $63, a menorah starter set, a book on the history of gelt, and all this other stuff. I asked you what to do, and you said I could insert…