Mysterious Me

I watched a strange little movie called The Mistress of Spices last night. It stars Aishwarya Rai and Dylan McDermott, but the main character is a gorgeous spice shop in San Francisco. The mistress of spices has spent her whole life learning about sensing what people want, then helping them attain it with a mixture of spices. She lives under 3 restricting rules: 1) she cannot touch another person's skin 2) she cannot leave the shop 3) she cannot use the spices for her own interests. It was beautifully shot, with lots of abstract scenes and closeups of spices you may never see in real life, but the overall effect was a little art-housey for my taste. Naturally, she fell in love with a handsome young architecht who lured her away from her shop, and then she had to deal with the consequences. I never knew that chili peppers could be so spiteful.

One thing that struck me, though, was how demure and ladylike she was. The main reason why her architecht fell for her was because he'd seen her from afar, and she always had a little half smile for him. They never actually talked, and when they finally met, even the viewer felt relieved and excited at the prospect of getting to know her better. I had this same realization after I saw Memoirs of a Geisha for the first time. I'll never forget how Chris laughed at me when I said I was going to start being more geisha-like. Kimono and white makeup aside, I think I do need to work on being more mysterious.

So many of you have told me to not do anything about Jason at the Bean, I suppose I have to listen to you. I don't know if I have it in me to smile but not laugh too loud, listen to him and not make too many jokes... is that really what men want???