Went to the Giratorio last week. Spent a great time there with my boyfriend. Heard some experimental music, complete with classical overtones, percussion, interactive audience dialogue reminiscent of Internet lingo and broken shards. It was lots of fun, especially since Popu was there and it was our first official outing as an item. We enjoyed the weekend very much, though I have to think hard and remember that we did see a movie called Elektra. Poor thing. Jennifer Garner was overshadowed by the Crazy Kids Dancers, a lame dance group at the Children's Festival that was going on while we walked hand in hand at the local park. Really funny and anticlimactic: a picturesque romantic walk in the park while a million screaming kids and their stroller pushing parents seek our same quiet spot to change the little one's diaper. It was great, really! I mean we don't get to see sailboats around here, but we did get to see a trash bag floating on a "lake" while the kids threw stones and tried to kill the genetically altered three eyed fish in the murky waters. As the local beer ad says: This is Puerto Rico!

I am a little concerned right now over a communication snafu with my boyfriend. He doesn't know yet that on really crucial things it is very important to remind me and make me confirm what I said. I tell people in a routine conversation that I will do something, say something else and the first thing goes out of my head unless I do a memory fixation ritual like get screamed at or threatened. I need to talk to him in person soon, because the 80 year old in me doesn't trust these technological advances called Internet and phone lines, especially for discussing deep issues. Not to worry, nothing serious, unless my boyfriend decides that he can't deal with my scatterbrain and my stubborn privacy issues, then I would be in deep trouble.

Thursday I will see him on the decks at Communion, the gothic, industrial, darkwave night at Nuestro Ambiente. He will be doing a Killing Joke tribute. Where does Killing Joke fit into these new little cubbyhole genres, I am not really sure. I always thought the Joke to be really cool music with a tinge of violence and provocation. But that is just me, Popu is the musical elitist bitch who actually knows what constitutes a thing called shoegazing. (Yeah: there is a music sub-sub-sub genre called shoegazing. Never heard of it? Well, they claim the Cocteau Twins and Jesus and Mary Chain as influences. My Bloody Valentine is probably the best known. Sheesh, I know who they are but didn't know what they were.) OK, I will end this here, I don't want him to read it and chew my head off, that would constitute a third strike and a lost inning...

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Brad:

I have been a fan of yours for the last ten years, ever since I laid eyes on you on Interview with the Vampire. Two months later I went to see Legends of the Fall three times, something I have never ever done for any other actor. I felt totally in sync with Isabelle 2, the character who vowed to be your wife and waited patiently for you approximately fifteen years. I waded through such godawful things ever to grace celluloid like: Cutting Class, Johnny Suede, The Mexican and Seven Years in the Theater, sorry, in Tibet.

I waited patiently for you to get over Juliette Lewis, Jitka Pohl-how-the-fuck-you-spell-it, Gwyneth Paltrow (oh, Gods, witness thee how much this one hurt, blond, skinny, plain Gwyneth, with the perpetual killmenow look on Pitt's arm). When you finally settled for Jennifer Aniston, I gave you my blessing because anything was better than GP.

I want to remind you that I was single and available all this time. But now my time for retribution has come. You will find yourself all alone this time. You left Jen and I am already taken. Nyahahaha.

Yesterday saw Lemony Snicket's "A Series of Unfortunate Events" with Popu, a friend I made on the Puertorican forums, usually hanging out at Sin Rumbo. Had a great time, both the movie and the company rocked. I mean, for a guy who has been telling people to go fuck themselves since before I was born, he was what you may call very nice and cool in person. Thanks for the William Gibson book, man! (The Difference Engine, with Bruce Sterling, whoo-hoo!)

The movie was awesome. The main star and the pull of this movie is Jim Carrey. I must say that is the weakest spot in the movie, or better said, the least strong point. Carrey's portrayal of the villainous Count Olaf is over the top, but keeping in mind this is a children's movie, it is understandable. But what a subversive, pretty, surreal ride of a movie. The children were perfect and the little one, Sunny, deserves an Oscar for best unintelligible dialog from a toddler, ever. The story doesn't look down on smart kids, like Spongebob does, and doesn't back off from portraying the series of unfortunate events (and in some cases these events are tragic, not merely unfortunate). The final credits were very well done, summing up the movie in a style reminiscent of Edward Gorey's "Gaskhlycrumb Tinies" (which I believe is the original style of the Lemony Snicket illustrated books), so don't you get up as soon as the End comes up. Thumbs up.

Some people are going on a photographic extravaganza next Sunday, so I will probably spend my last day of vacation getting sunburnt in el Bosque Seco de Guánica (For the uninitated, that is a dry forest, a brief summary is found here).

There seems to be something wrong whenever I try to log in my Hotmail account. Thankfully I can read my e-mails, but 90% of the time, the web page stalls and hangs. It only happens with hotmail. Today I will vegetate and look into this. Don't worry, up til now I have read my e-mails, if in doubt send a copy to my yahoo addy. (mhcotto at yahoo dot com).