Back at home, I watched more Twin Peaks while waiting to meet up with Carole for Master & Commander: the Far Side of the World. We were originally going to see Elephant but even I wasn't up for it. Depressing arty movies seem better suited to mid-week escapes.
Master & Commander was highly entertaining. I could watch tall ships for hours, so maybe that played a part in my enjoyment. It also featured beautiful footage of the Galapagos -- blue footed boobies, swimming iguanas, flightless cormorant. Oh yes, naval battles, cool 19th century naval surgeries, a child amputee, string duets, the English Navy. Epic, and the speeches weren't even too corny. I couldn't ask for much more in a big holiday movie. I wish we'd seen it at the Cinerama.
After the movie, we had dinner at Ruby, I finished the Twin Peaks tape (David Duchovny in drag may be a shark jump), went to Tully's for a New York Times and chai cider. Now I'll try to read more of the paper before going to sleep.