Ate paella today for the first time. It was tasty, but a bit too salty for me. Perhaps that was a one-time thing ("Whoops! Dropped the salt shaker into my paella pot! Oh, the customers won't notice!"). I'm willing to give it another try sometime.
Due to my own repeated actions lately, Shannon seems to have finally accepted the usefulness of freezing surplus food so it can be eaten at some future time and won't go to waste. I consider this a very fine victory. I mean ... we could save ... dollars! Whole dollars a week! But seriously, why throw food away? It's stupid. (But then what will the seagulls eat at the landfills? Well, they'll just have to figure that out for themselves.)
The weather gods smiled upon me in all their radiance today, as the sun shone during all the times I was out walking (a total of maybe 2 hours), and the rain began suddenly just pouring down after I got home for the night. While Shannon and I were watching tv (more about that in a moment), I was frequently distracted by these enormous flashes of lightning through the large window beside me, always followed by extensive rollings of basso thunder. Very impressive.
Tonight we watched the musical Rent on DVD (the filmed stage production, rather than the "real" movie version), and Shannon liked it a lot more than I did. I thought the characters were a bunch of freeloaders who expected everyone else in the world to subsidize their slacker lifestyles. Shannon said that the story is supposed to be about the evils of capitalism; well, okay, maybe, but for me it wasn't about the money. It was about taking responsibility for yourself and your role in society. I would have had more sympathy for these characters if they had been doing something worthwhile, even if they made no money, and maybe then I would have felt like "Yes, society should make efforts like these possible and not force these folks to get soul-crushing jobs just to pay the rent," but mostly the characters just sat (danced) around and melodically bitched about those damn people who wanted them to pay their own way. Oh, and one guy randomly filmed everything his friends did -- yeah, that's gonna make a big difference to the world -- and another sat around working on one frickin' song, which took him more than a year to write! Are my tax dollars supposed to enable every jackass who thinks he can play the guitar?
Also, I felt like most of the characters were only superficially developed, and so I didn't care about them very much.
The thing that bothered me most was that I felt like the story set up a false (and, I think, irresponsible) dichotomy between living an "authentic" life and being a socially-acceptable drone. Um ... I think there are more choices than that. I think there are quite a few jobs that allow people to express themselves and grow and develop while also contributing productively to society. The question is how to express yourself and how to use your talents, rather than just "Use them or kill them."
Basically, I just wanted to tell these brats to quit whining, read What Color Is Your Parachute?, write up a resume, and hit the pavement.
I'm willing to believe that I'm missing the point, but I just wasn't impressed. Feel free to explain to me what I'm not getting.