I am wrapped up in a blanket with both of the windows wide open in my place on Huntington ave. for summer 1.  It’s funny how I can move up the street and feel so rejuvenated. With each gust of wind, the tiles in my ceiling go up and go down. They make a loud noise sometimes, and other times I am confused as to whether it’s the wind controlling them or the little mice that are rumored to live up there. Even though sometimes this opening and closing coupled with the chilly breeze will scare me; it feels good to be able to feel and listen and see it all happening around me.
Today in my screenwriting class we watched,  “The Diving Bell & the Butterfly.” It’s currently one of my new favorite movies. Watch a trailer for it here: http://video.movies.go.com/thedivingbellandthebutterfly/main.html
It was one of those movies where when it ended, you felt good to be alive. Maybe one day I’ll be able to create a movie where someone leaves feeling like I did today.
I love this summer wind; I guess tonight it feels more like autumn than summer; props to Sinatra for pointing out the feeling of a summer wind around you.
 
Quote:

Harvey ‘Big Daddy’ Pollitt: You’re a thirty-year-old kid. Soon you’ll be a fifty-year-old kid. Pretendin’ you’re hearin’ cheers when there ain’t any. Dreamin’ and drinkin’ your life away. Heroes in the real world live twenty-four hours a day, not just two hours in a game. Mendacity! You won’t…

Harvey ‘Big Daddy’ Pollitt: You won’t live with mendacity? Well, you’re an expert at it! The truth is pain and sweat and payin’ bills and makin’ love to a woman that you don’t love any more. Truth is dreams that don’t come true, and nobody prints your name in the paper ’til you die.
– Cat on a Hit Tin Roof