So if Part 1 was growing maturity, Part 2 was like the last week before you and your high school girlfriend both go off to your respective colleges. When you got into different schools months ago, you knew this time would come. For years you had been sweethearts but part of growing up is learning to say goodbye. It’s a bittersweet feeling, you don’t want it to end. You’re both not naive enough to suggest a long distance relationship but not too callous to shed some tears when you think about parting. You go on one last date, visiting all the favorite places you have shared and the memories you made together. There is one last embrace and then you walk away.

I continue to be baffled by the Russian alphabet.

Wer ist she?

If you have ever met (or been) a home schooled child, you may have noticed that there is a communication disconnect with the rest of the world. The years of cloistered living though having its benefits; better education, absence of peer pressure, etc. But there is a lack of social education that no parent could provide. Hanna was that girl who was home schooled until she was sent off to college, a time when you are supposed to be working on the final copy of your personality after the rough draft in high school. Hanna never knew there was a prompt in the first place. Now all that said, she is a wonderful woman. Smart, entertaining, and great taste in art, she has a refined intellectual mind. The issue is just when you think you are beginning to get to the depth of her personality, she does something bizarre or naive. This can be endearing and even interesting as you try to understand her perspective but not everyone is willing to invest that effort.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows was like the little sister of friend you hadn’t seen in years. Fond memories associated with youthful innocence are recalled before meeting her again. Seeing her, you are struck by how much she has… grown. There are still the same charms you remember her having when playing those childhood games but they have been adapted into this new woman. The juxtaposition can be a little jarring, especially when she references sex, but appreciated all the same. She couldn’t have stayed young forever and you’re grateful that her maturity has suited her in a positive way. She has adjusted to the complications of adulthood with grace rather than trying to over compensate. Well, maybe a few stumbles (like when she dances.) Hopefully she’ll smooth those awkward moments out by the time you see her next.

More Art Deco please.

This film really had the best movie posters.

I’ve talked about dating art school girls before. They can be pretentious, grating, and are rarely worth the effort. Black Swan is the girl that makes it all worth it. The pieces she produces guarantees her future fame. You lose words while viewing her work. But like any great artist, her neurosis fuels her brilliance. Yet so overpowering is her genius, her physiological flaws become charming. You are in the presence of something special, who are you to question its mechanization? Yes, you are in a constant state of stress around her, knowing things can turn sour on a whim, but it’s an experience you won’t regret.

Best part of the movie.

Nostalgia!

That neon font looks awesome in Asian languages.

I have never been a fan of the 80s. The fashion, the music, the style; all have an unappealing veneer. Tron: Legacy made me rethink my prejudice. As part of an 80s tribute band, her combined lampooning and nostalgia for the decade made her preoccupation infectious. The band’s technological twisted remixing of the era’s classics was enthralling. I was astonished to find my foot tapping and the need to say “radical.” Though the update needed some more polishing, a craving for more was felt after their set.