Trader Joe's

Meanwhile, unnoticed by the swells in the tanning-bed media, the sicko boycott of Israeli products has arrived. Its first reported target around here this past weekend was the couscous at Trader Joe's.

More here.

The parking is so jammed up and, as good as it is at Trader Joe's, I don't drink much
chocolate milk these days, so I
rarely go to Trader Joe's any more.
Looks like it's time to get back there.
And the truth is, I could walk there
from here.
Plus: The booze is usually cheap and
the cheese is fresh and the workers
in their Hawaiian shirts are
friendly, always.
That's Chandler -- toothy'n'fresh but neither
cheap nor cheesy -- over there, bagging for me.

Overflow Of Life

It's usually the clever or witty or snarky review remarks that catch my ear. Not this week. Runner-up for the best line in a movie review comes from David Denby in his review of Defiance:

"The movie is a kind of realistic fairy tale set in a forest newly enchanted by the sanctified work of staying alive."

I'm out of touch, I know, but didn't expect to run into theological acknowledgements in the current New Yorker, nope. That's a big throw-back in this month of change'n'hope. Some days more than others staying alive is work, but on all days staying alive is sanctified work. Even for the privileged we walk among here on Mulholland Drive.
On the simply earthy level the winning line for the week is about Hafsia Herzi, also by Denby, on The Secret of the Grain:

"A feat of heroic dancing (by the beautiful Hafsia Herzi) not only saves the occasion but may permanently alter the erotic tastes of Westerners who have made a fetish of the flat, lean belly."

What can I say?
Away with lean bellies.
And clearly it's time to do a Herzi search on NetFlix.
And hey. I have access to a huge copy of that pic if you're interested. Just lemme know.
Will re-aim for the snide, cutting and snarky again next week.
And while we'd all rather read my reviews, I'm running behind; so, both of Denby's can be found in the New Yorker.
Oh what the heck. Can't wait for the DVD? Try looking up "cous cous" or "Hafsia Herzi" on YouTube and you might find Miss Herzi's dance there, altering permanently your parochial fetishes.