commercial raze there's a new iphone commercial. maybe you've seen it. it's the one with various people using the facetime video application to communicate with one another. there's a gently rolling solo piano piece on the soundtrack. "facetime every day" is the commercial's official title. usually i'm swearing at commercials, or laughing at them — for all the wrong reasons. this one almost makes me weepy. i don't know. the music is no small part of it (it's a beautiful, spare little song unlike anything you normally get to hear in commercials), but it's more than that. there's something deeper, in the thing itself, that feels real and true. in the moments of connecting. i think there must be something terribly wrong with me. 130908 ... epitome of incomprehensibility The one where everyone is doing different things? One of the people leaves their phone next to the shower and I keep thinking "don't do that! It will fall down and get wet and stop working." (Mind you, that's from the older-and-wiser perspective of someone who killed her mother's laptop by spilling water on it.) And I also tend to think at some of the actors, "Talk to each other! Stop looking at your phones!" But I get the part about the music. I only watched Schindler's list for the first time this summer - after I read Claude Jasmin's Anita, une fille numérotée, I felt I should finally watch this - and I couldn't help getting teary-eyed when I came to the part near the end. Where Schindler says he could have saved more people. And then I thought, "But is it because of what he's saying or because of the really nice string music? Stop the really nice string music! I want to be sad because of the content, not because of really nice string music, dammit!" Anyway. 130909 ... e_o_i grammar check "Schindler's List" I mean. Note to self: for titles in English, the first word and all words except articles and (short) prepositions are capitalized. In French, only the first word of a title is capitalized. This shouldn't be too hard to remember. 130909 what's it to you? who go blather from