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I watched Once this past weekend. Worth it? Most definitely. Would I watch it again? Not for a long while. I don’t know why, maybe it hit a hidden button on me, but I found it to be a downer, which ironically I don’t think the movie is meant to be. I guess it’s the fact that it revolves around two people who belong together, but pitfalls of a previous commitment hinder any possible future.

I am hooked on the soundtrack though. The music in the movie was absolutely perfect, I fell in love with every song right away, that’s tough to do, on the first listen anyway. Also, the songs are quite uplifting, but the lyrics are dejecting. The contrast kills me, my heart doesn’t know which way to turn. I guess it’s akin to an addiction, you know it’s bad for you, but you want it anyway.

So I’m off to run again, this time at two races, back to back. The Husky Run on March 29th and the Luv2Run Boston 5K #1 on March 30th. The worst thing about all of this? I have to be there by 10AM, what a pain. So if you’re around that day and want to maybe grab something to eat afterward (or meet me in the hospital), ping me.

The Independent Film Festival of Boston also started advertising today (at least I noticed it today). I remember last year I missed it and was hella pissed, I think I either had interviews or was out of town or something. This year I’m hoping to catch a lot of the flicks, but also hoping I’ll be able to skip out on work to do so. Will probably pick up the all movie pass instead of standing in line. Anybody want to join me? Going to movies alone is boring, ironically, especially since nobody talks. There was a pretty good line up of films last year, I’m sure this year will be the same.

I got out of the shower this morning and noticed I had two voice mails. Strange for somebody to call at 8am, but I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to dial my voice mail number… complete silence, both voice mails. Curious. I then checked the caller-id and they were both from O’Sullivan’s Pub.

Man, I must’ve had a pretty nice time last night if they’re calling me so early in the morning the next day… twice! I felt like a Greek God… one of the cool one’s with muscles and powers, not the ugly limping one.

Ironically, I honestly don’t think I left my apartment all day yesterday. But whatever… Greek God!

2³ is upon us, let us rejoice… OK, I’m done. Honestly, even numbered years have been a downer for me, I really wasn’t looking forward to this year, but time is a dimensional structure that waits for no man, well, maybe Marty McFly.

So the New Years was hectic, not only because of the trip, but also because of the intense desire of all my organs to simultaneously perform a coup d’état on my body. Luckily they did not succeed since I had one thing on my side… time. I guess it does come in handy every now and then.

I headed down to New York to bring in the ‘08 with some friends, long drive, but friends are always worth it… and NY pizza, that too is always worth it. Met some new people that I’m hoping to stay in touch with as well, they seemed nice enough, but my first impressions are almost always lacking (as many or most of you reading this can vouch for), so maybe staying in touch may not be a two-way street.

Now if I could just get rid of the forsaken cough following me like toilet paper on the underside of one’s shoe.

I watched Michael Moore’s Sicko this past weekend. I am now adamant about moving to Europe… or Canada, I haven’t decided. I’m adamant about not having decided where I’m moving to. I’d give Cuba a shot, but I can’t stand the heat…and communism, more the heat, I don’t really know much about communism other than the propaganda in the media and schools.

Yes, I can be easily swayed into doing anything, ask Moore’s other movies.

This past Sunday I grabbed some sushi at Minado and a flick at the IMAX with a couple friends. Both co-workers, one of them a new intern from Austria that I’m “officially” mentoring. Yeah, I’m kinda sorta in charge of this 23 year old grad student for about 8 months, gotta show him the ropes in Bioinformatics. Good thing unofficially it isn’t that big of a deal and he’s totally cool and another guy is helping me out, so at least now he’s both our responsibility.

So onto the movie. Transformers, only one of the greatest animated shows in existence, uber nostalgia here. The movie? Hit the right spots in action and Shia LaBeouf is a dork so he’s extra cool in my book (he was Even Stevens people!). What was wrong with the movie?…

• Effing Michael Bay…EVERY girl is a hottie. Nice to look at, but honestly, why why why?
• A bit too “kid like” in some scenes (the garden scene).
• Action was too up close, a bit tough to make out what was going on.
• Even the geeky NSA chick was super hot…and with an Australian accent…with a sexy neck tattoo! Effing Michael Bay.
• Some parts were just absurd, not the “sciency” parts, common sense stuff (I’m not writing any spoilers, so no examples here).

It was a good action non-thinking nostalgic flick. A perfect popcorn movie if you will, more emotional obviously than a mental exercise, which is fine by me. I’d watch it again.

Oh man, non-stop week for TB here. My little sister was visiting me for ten days, it ruled, but oh so tiring. I think I averaged ~4 hours of sleep a night, work was horrendous the next day, but it didn’t matter. Also, I think I’ve eaten more this past week than I have in a long long time.

Checked out the new Potter flick in IMAX 3D, abso-freakin-amazing, check it if you can. Went over to Excelsior for her birthday dinner. If you get a chance, please check out the “Shallow” Fried Maine Sea Scallops, they’re honestly the best prepared scallops my taste buds can remember. We also tried the Hudson Valley Foie Gras, which failed to impress me, I will not be trying that again. The salmon, my main course, was perfectly glazed, a very slight crisp on its edges and the center being beautifully pink and flavorful. We ended our meal with a Peanut Butter Tart for dessert. My friends, even on a full stomach I could not stop myself from enjoying the peanut buttery chocolately sexness of that dessert.

Later in the week we checked out Oleana, the Mediterranean inspired chef showed his range in all the dishes I could see on the menu. The Warm Organic Kalamata Olives were a given, we had to get the pre-appetizer appetizer. Warm olives, surprisingly rememberable, never had warm olives plain before, I think I prefer them that way now. Ordered the Grilled Octopus with Spicy Sicilian-Style Bread Salad & Cauliflower as our appetizer. It wasn’t the best octopus I’ve had, but the breading made up for its elastic taste. I was excited about ordering the Softshell Crab Saganak, but was let down in the end. Maybe it was cooked too much or not enough (I’m no cook), but I’ve had better soft-shell crab before. I did very much enjoy the stewed tomato, fennel, and peppers stew around the crabs though, but the crabs themselves were mediocre. The dessert as usual is my highlight (I love sugar), the Sicilian Almond Cremolata with Warm Chocolate Panino. It arrived, huge on a small plate, all eyes in the room looking toward the server and the ladies on the next table let out a soft “oooh” while they look over from their menus deciding on an appetizer. I don’t know what it was made of, but I do remember ice-cream as the seed in a sweet, almost-roasted marshmellow like, fluffy glaze fruit.

I did have to bail on a Modest Mouse and Yeah Yeah Yeahs festival the first weekend my sister arrived, but I would do it again. She’s back home now, awaiting the start of a new school year, all the best.

Oh, and the new apartment is coming along nicely, I’m almost broke, but the place looks a lot better. Only a few more things to toss on my credit card, ugh.