Saturday, August 28

Agony in the garden, splendor in the grass

Thursday morning was a tough one for me -- I was thrown into a tailspin by my car's refusal to start. It was completely illogical. It was hurtful. It was one more step towards my inevitable breakdown. All that aside, I hauled ass with Jen to the T so I could catch the commuter rail and get to work. At one point in our first commute together, Jen turned to me and said simply, "Agony in the garden, splendor in the grass." I was completely self-absorbed at that point, so if the statement was supposed to make any sense, it was lost on me. But it did make me laugh. Loudly.

And I don't know why, but it stuck with me. I went to see Garden State and was, quite simply, blown away. Who knew that goofy Zach Braff of Scrubs fame could write, direct, and star in movie that is easily my favorite of the year? I can't really pinpoint why I liked it so much. Perhaps it was the simplicity. The humor in everyday situations. The blog. Natalie Portman. The realism. Peter Sarsgaard. The quiet heartbreak. The incredible soundtrack, which, yes, I did go right out and buy. I don't know why, but I loved it. And I can't stop thinking about it.

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