SATC2

This is a very, very bad movie. The ponderous exposition, the wisp of a plot, the unaware orientalism - is anyone saying it was tongue-in-cheek? One can only hope. But how glad I am that I have seen it. It puts new heart into me. I decided, around the time that the architect hove into view, that I had to go home immediately and finish my book. It would be so hard to be worse. Interestingly, the stereotype of abundant sexual otherness that could have been used if Samantha's guy had been Middle Eastern was entirely ignored - I guess because it is crossing some sort of cultural line? Do any of the episodes have any of them sleeping with men of any ethnicity except Jewish and wasp? It was bad, but it was funny. I went with Tara and we got Looked At by other people in the cinema when we laughed.

Elders are remarkable.

I found something online that said elder trees were unremarkable. This has roused my ire. Elder trees are remarkable pretty much all the time. They have tightly folded pale green buds that look like close-ups of structures that biochemists might be studying, and they are ablaze with fragrant flowers for weeks in spring, and then when the berries are growing they have red stems and tiny green spheres, and then you get the berries.

We found a gooseberry bush growing in our garden.

So we waited until the berries were ripe and then we picked them. The flesh was taut, and the berries were warm in the sun, and translucent, with the late afternoon sun behind them. I tried one, knowing it would be too tart to like, but it was sweet, so we ate them all. No pie.

Cambridge strawberries

I painted these last week, from a punnet my husband brought back from Sainsbury's. Blogging is weird. I was going to make acerbic comments about bad films, but instead I am drowning in solipsism, as if my mind were the only mind. Here are the strawberries: