At the birdhouse theatre last night, The Game with Michael Douglas and Sean Penn. A thriller in the end; a little slow at the beginning but definitely worth the wait. Five star entertainment. Tonight one of those with subtitles and yes I am looking forward to it. From Netflix, the movie is "...an escapade that involves seduction, conflict and the harsh realities of poverty...."
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Books:
Still reading the TR biography. His brother Elliott has recently returned from an extended visit to India where they treated him like a king or a Raj. This was back in the 1880's, thirty some years after the 'first war of independence' in which the locals were squashed by the Brits and sixty some years before true independence came after WWII. Reading of this reminded me of a book that I read a few years back that got me started on a year long binge of Indian reading. The book, Dalrymple's White Mughals, gives one a fairly full and intriguing glimpse of life in India around 1800, at least the life of the colonialists and the Indian upper crust. I found it fascinating and mentioned to Diane that maybe that is where I led one of my previous lives. No doubt had a great time, at least till the natives decided they wanted a little more control of their lives and their land.
Politics:
"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" Our esteemed AG being caught in his tangled web. No bets on who's out the door first, Gonzales or Wolfowitz. Both have their hands on the door knob though. Wolfowitz trying to make the best deal before handing over the keys to the World Bank. Gonzales seemingly in hot water up to his eyeballs. Oh well.
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