Paterson

I went to see Paterson primarily because I’m homesick and I get a special type of enjoyment out of seeing NJ’s hills, changing leaves, and, sometimes crumbling, brick architecture in it’s larger, more Northern cities. Guffaw all you want at the statement, but New Jersey is beautiful. Plus, my father’s family is from Paterson, as is Allen Ginsberg, and I always liked that connection.

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Before, Before

There are certain movies, and books, for that matter, that you can use to trace the timeline of your life…

There are certain movies, and books, for that matter, that you can use to trace the timeline of your life. I remember talking to a professor about In Search of Lost Time – I can’t get away from this book, can I? – and how each time he re-read it throughout his life, he related to it in a new way because of his changing perspective as he grew older. Continue reading “Before, Before”