Catching Up

SFist goes behind the scenes to view the new Star Wars film and confirms that praise is warranted. (And Tom Stoppard DID collaborate on the screenplay. So best.)

Queue dramatic soundtrack:
So I'm walking through Union Square on the way to work Monday morning and I glance skyward, hoping that I wasn't crazy to leave the house without an umbrella. Storm clouds are rushing to gather above the winged victory statue, which is atop an 85 ft. tall column in the center of the square. I just happen to be listening to Handel's Messiah.

Currently reading Little Dorrit. At almost 1000 pages, the difficult part is lugging the book around with me. While some find the Victorian novels tediously dry, I'm always profoundly grateful for every paragraph of a Dickens' novel, no matter the length or density, knowing that a careful reading yields rewards as numerous as the pages on which it's written. It's such a pleasure to watch the plot as it unravels, each character revealed, curiously examined, then patiently connected to the others. Actually the funny thing is I can hardly sit still or remain focused for one minute when it comes to almost any other activity. Speaking of, I'd better get back to "work."