In my Lenten TV and movie fast, I’ve experience two types of cravings:
1. Program-specific: I woke up the other day with a strong urge to watch Pulp Fiction. The dream that spawned this craving was forgotten. The urge was clear and present. I haven’t seen Pulp Fiction in a while. What a great soundtrack. Royal with cheese! Outside of my Lent experiment, I would have either sought it out on Netflix or Amazon satiating the beast.
I’ve seen Pulp Fiction many times. There are many movies I have seen many times: Rain Man, Dead Poets Society, Dirty Dancing, Six Degrees of Separation, Goodfellas, to name a few. Like certain cheeses call for certain wines, certain moods or days or occasions call for different trips down memory lane.
2. The sheer relaxing pleasure and comfort that comes from sitting in front of the TV. It’s Saturday night. I didn’t make any plans. I’m home listening to the couple that lives upstairs entertain guests. Under normal circumstances I would watch a movie or two and not worry about finding another way to entertain myself. But now I have to decide if I want to stay in and try to be productive or if I want to be brave and go out alone. TV and my DVDs are good friends on nights like these. Now they’re on vacation and I feel a little lost. Look at Uma lying on her bed with a pistol and a ciggie. She looks disgusted by my pathetic insecurities. Bored by apathetic social life. Me too, Uma!
Will I stay in, get some writing done and perhaps the laundry? Will I head over to Habana Village for salsa lessons? I’ll report back tomorrow.
