60 to 60

Day 58

  Monday, January 26th was the first day of the new Spring semester. I don't actually have a class on Monday, but I am enrolled in an on-line class, Intro to Graphic Design, which is one of my required classes.  I got up, had my coffee and breakfast, and went to the site to access the first assignment. (Today's image is just a photo I took a week or so ago. It holds no meaning.) The assignment is, self portrait done with newspaper and magazine clippings, all typographical. Very kidnapperesque. I'll post it when I'm done. It should be, at the very least, interesting!

I did some of the required reading, and posted an introduction the professor requested in the student forum. One of the reasons for this countdown exercise is to help me embrace the 60. Yes I made it a noun. Maybe if I see it as an more tangible "thing" it will be easier to allow as a part of me, because as a concept it is hard to conceptualize.

Being on the computer, I did some more Facebook friend searching, and found a few very special people from decades ago. Now, I know the whole looking back thing is a bit counterproductive to my current endeavors, but I'm finding that, as I find friends of yore (yeah yeah . . . ) that my eyes open to a little more about who I am and who I was. That is very helpful for the who I can be.

My eyes began to tire, so I entrenched myslef on the couch and turned on the TV. I watched a bunch of my NCIS reruns, and eventually turned to the news. Being the commie pinko liberal guy I am, I watch MSNBC. I wanted to know what was going on in the world, like what the President had to say about John Boehner's plan to meet with Netanyahu without first clearing it with the White House. However, it turned out to be ALL BLIZZARD, ALL THE TIME! on every channel, so I got caught up in the prognostications predicting doom and gloom and lots of snow everywhere! Seven states all eventually decreed a State Of Emergency, and people from South Jersey to Massachusetts hunkered down for the worst blizzard to hit the Northeast in a million years! 

I finally got bored, and looked to see what was fun and interesting to watch. 2 Broke Girls, Mike and Molly and Scorpion, my typical Monday night fare, were preempted by. . . something, I don't recall what. So I opted to watch this French movie on Turner Classic Movies called "Belle du Jour." It was from 1967 and starred Catherine Deneuve. In 1967 it would never have passed the censorship standards in the United States. By today's standards it was fairly mild, but the story is about a sexually repressed doctor's wife with some pretty kinky fantasies. She eventually becomes a high class call girl and her inhibitions toward sex don't follow her to the apartment where the "brothel" is.  Even with subtitles it was a pretty interesting watch.

When it was over I turned the storm watch back on, and it seemed that my part of the world wasn't going to be hit quite as hard as they thought, for the storm kinda shifted east, and since I live in Northwest New Jersey, they downgraded their snowfall predictions, with the disclaimer that we could still get hit if the storm shifts back.  Finally, I turned on The Daily Show, watched Colbert's replacement, which is okay but not even remotely as good as Colbert, and @Midnight, which is pretty funny most nights.

I went to bed thinking about how much I didn't want to deal with a foot or so of snow the next day.