bourne supremacy

having acquired my taste for movies in an age largely before  CGI was used to convey emotion, alomst nothing makes me as happy as a good car chase.

relish in this people.  here is a sequel that by far outranks the first movie.

it suddenly occurred to me last night that i was riveted to the screen watching a car chase - and it was because of great editing and directing.  no explosions, no naked girls, no maniacal anything.  just a good old fashioned intense car chase.

the filming of the movie was quite brilliant as well.  while not shot from Bourne's perspective through out, the camera movement in certain scenes reflects bourne's emotional/psychological state to a T.

i normally detest taking a character and writing totally new stories for him/her, but in this case it not just worked, it was better than the book.

high marks for bourne.  i hope they keep it up.

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one day i'm going to stand up and scream "I DEMAND RESPECT!"

until then i'll sit and flush in a rabbi's office when he tells me to stop talking to he can explain somehting i already know to me

most excellent

so fun last night.  playing with benyomin, Sheva Brachot for E&O, playing with ayalana.  such goodness.

i really love the people i like.

my head is made of mush

i obviously wasn't sleeping much before my wedding.  and since my wedding - we've had one Shabbat at out apt because i was about to collapse from exhaustion, and every weekend since has been a Something.   i wake up on MOnday more tired than i was on Friday.  quite a feat.

everyone said "oh, the first summer of marriage is great!"  "take time for yourselves this summer"

that's so funny.   i spend all day at work, either busting my butt or waiting for more work, which somehow makes me tired, either way.  i'm getting home at 7 these days, i eat, talk to avraham, and start passing out somewhere around 10.  but of course i want to actually spend time with avraham, so i try to stay up and...  yay it's morning!  and i'm so frikking tired, i could hurt someone.  avraham's the only other one there, though, and he's pretty much the only person i know that i would never want to hurt.

so i think next summer, we're boycotting.  if anyone of our very good friends get married - sorry guys.  we'll be baby-sitting the cat.  what cat?  ha!  the one in my head!  and if you're not such a good friend, and you invite us, you're not even getting a gift.  maybe just a picture of me sticking my tongue out at you.

maybe i can start slepping again before i turn 25.

if anyone takes offense at this post, i aplogize.  i'm excited by your Smachot.  i'd just like it if there were weekends to catch up in between them.

just a thought

realized last night that single people dont know very much about first night sheva brachot (if they know anythign about sheva brachot at all).

here's a good rule. when people have just gone throug something as tiring - emotionally, physically - as a wedding, they want to, need to sleep then ext night. especially when they're facing a week full of this.

sitting and singing NCSY shalishudis (is that how you spell it?) songs for 45 minutes is not fun for them. hearing inane stories is not fun for them. they want to see you, eat, do Sheva Brachot, and start the long treck home.

the thrill of walking into your apt for the first time as a married couple is slightly duleld when you're carrying a lot of stuff anf falling over from exhasution.

also, if you're going to make Sheva Brachot, make sure that someone there actually knows the procedure. it also helps to have benchers with the brachot in them ready to go. and work out the money beforehand - noone wants to stand around after 2 hours and figure out how much they owe, who they gave it to... it's so senior trip. get it together people, we're adult-ish now.

wow, i'm my own family

I am now officially a Weiss-Bronstein, and to my knowledge, the only one in existence.

eddie and orly

that was one of those unusually kickass weddings, accompanied by an unusually kickass weekend.

while deciding whether to go to the Shabbat Kallah or the Auf Ruf was awful, ultimately i'm glad that i got to get to know both families a little more. i felt more in tune with the entire simcha instead of the usual "is that her father? who's that little kid? is it worth it to sat Mazal Tov to a parent who won't even remember my name?"

the usic was so good, the dancing was non stop, the food was ridiculously great, and the people... god love those people! i can't wait to go back and visit princeton. : )

yay orly! yay eddie! welcome to the heights!