I decided to pop in Lost in Translation, for some reason today. It is my favorite movie ever, and I even had a Web site about it for a while that became very popular. Stupidly, I deleted it. Miss delete and repeat, strikes again.

I love this movie so much though, even the soundtrack is perfect. I remember when I first saw it, it was at the Athena in Athens, and after the film it was dark and warm and drizzling rain outside. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and just felt this change come over me. The movie really woke some part of me up that had been sleeping, I think.

I’ve seen it more than a dozen times, and I am not the type of person to watch even a movie that I liked more than once or twice. It’s always nice to revisit it, though.

Today is my mother’s birthday. I wrote a nice post to/about her on my other blog, but, I have a little to say here too. Sometimes I can’t believe how my perspective has changed over the years. I remember being little and viewing my mother as so much older and so much more mature. As I became a teen, she still just seemed so far beyond what I could imagine… but now all of a sudden I look at my mother, who is fifty, and I get this sense of her as if she were a young woman or a teen herself. I am gaining on her somehow… I think a lot about how young she really was when she had me, and, I don’t know how to explain it, but my head gets all twisted up in memory and emotion and a shifting perspective and I feel lost in time, or lost in the timeline of my own life. It’s amazing how time and experience can shape our consciousness.