My cold, cold heart

After the big snowfall last night and this morning, we celebrated Valentines Day by skiing along the series of mini-parks underneath the big powerlines by our house and then shovelling out the front stoop and sidewalk. It was beautiful and so, so cold. Fingers don't just go peacefully numb -- first, they hurt. It all gets better if you just move faster. I put lip gloss all over my face to cut down on the windburn, and that did help. So did the multiple layers of microfiber. Still, 5 degrees (Fahrenheit) and very windy is just about the limit of weather I can be outdoors under any circumstances at all.

But this really is my idea of romance. I'd rather have an afternoon tromping around on skis in the middle of the city with Fishwhistle than all the chocolates in the world. Not that I would turn down chocolates, mind you.

Three notes on structure and influence in Pan's Labyrinth

( They Might Be Spoilers )

So to sum up: you have to see it, it's just as good as everyone said it is, but wow, painful, ouchy, wow wow wow.