We also saw Harrison's Flowers, a pretty brutal flick about the Balkan conflict (framed by a completely ridiculous story about a very selfish American woman).

Little by little my original experience of Sarasota----home of my alma mater, land of sensuality, drugs, poverty, intellectual rigor, eccentricity, expansive exploding great times and hard work----is being replaced by current one: the gentle boring uber-caucasian weekends we spend with the in-laws. That's OK, I guess. I used to view their wealth with equal parts revulsion and envy. But now it's just a fact of life, it's a big mountain in the distance. And my mind is turning toward thoughts like, "They will make excellent grandparents". And they will--they will be the kind of grandparents who will give our future space-kid a savings bond and take them to nice restaurants, but maybe we will only see them twice a year so they will be a little distant emotionally. Meanwhile, my family will be in the kid's face, making the kid crazy but socialized.