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I cleaned the fountain this morning. It is not a big job but it always seems that it will be. A lot of jobs are like that. More difficult on the run up than in the execution. I try to remember. The thing is to get it really clean and not take half way measures. Siphon out the water, clean out the mold, dose it some with bleach, be sure to clean out the interior before the water goes back in. Blah blah. Nothing to it.

Today's film was about a trans gender man.. Xavier Dolan's Laurence Anyways (2012). Well, the process he goes through from his first baby steps to full identity. Mostly it is about the main relationships in his life with women. One especially, his lover and friend, who bears much of the burden of the film and story. The guy/gal is Melville Paupoud and the woman Suzanne Clement. They are superb separately and together. His mother, Nathalie Baye, plays a crucial role as a distant presence until it counts. I wanted to see the film because it is written and directed by Dolan who has done so much good work. A gay Quebecois, he is compiling a list of great movies. Super. A 5 out of Netflix5. I will buy it in support of Dolan and I might even watch it a few more times. While it is not at all "gay" as transgender people are not gay (hence the romance between the two principles) they are often lumped in with us in the literature, the news and even the parades. It used to bother me. Now not so much and the film really helped me over some hurdles with my own phobic attitudes. Always something to work on.

I have been buying Threadless T-shirts. T-shirts with ironic or humorous cartoons, sometimes just plain art. I can't stop. But I will have to pretty soon because I only have a limited space. I have been folding them but then I have to put them on a hangar and "mist-press" them before I let them sit overnight. You know. Spritz them, smooth them out, let 'em hang. Today, I put them on hangars. I had to scout out enough. Just enough. Of the wire ones. I do not want any other hangar. No plastic. I found space by passing my corduroy shirts on to someone else, the second hand store. I haven't worn them in a long time and so that is the cue to put them out for a new home. Rescues. Here is the art from one of the t-shirts. The Communist Party.

Labels: clothing, condo, films