Started watching old vhs movies at Evan's cabin-loft this week, since all he has is a tiny tv with a built-in vhs player. The Jerk and Klute. Hadn't heard of either of them, but my knowledge of cinema is pretty sparse anyway. Both surprisingly offbeat. It's refreshing feeling no pressure to watch hyped up old films and just picking them out leisurely at I Heart Video. It used to be that way, before movie critics and their reviews biased our opinions and told us what to watch. Out of anticipation, I started a list of next movies to watch (classics such as The Maltese Falcon, F for Fake, The Elephant Man), but that also takes away from it, doesn't it, when a plan becomes too formalized? I struggle with anxiety over checking all the boxes on an imaginary life/culture to-do list, which also includes watching "good" movies. Why? Just a small way to control and order the world. So I'll save myself the grief and try not to monitor my social consumption so much. Let it unfold organically (?). Memories always seem to be fond anyway.