is it a bird or a baby?

as ted has already indicated in his proustian reminiscing on the fast/slow passage of time, we saw 'pirates of the caribbean' last night. i'll say it because it should be said: what a swashbuckler.

actually it was a pretty enjoyable movie, exploring global capitalism on the high seas, complete with singaporean steam baths, an international brotherhood (with women in it) of pirates, keith richards, lots of sword fighting and johnny depp. an evening well spent, in my mind. at the center of the many threads of desire that weave together this installment of 'pirates' is the nearly-omnipresent beating heart of davey jones himself. various fiends and heroes carry said heart around in its locked treasure chest until the exciting end.

i can't tell you what happens. i don't want to ruin it for you. suffice it to say, it was a matter of striking (in)congruency that the movie we saw after my doctor's appt. was filled with a slowly beating heart, because we heard the quickly beating heart (it could have been a bird) of jordan while in the doctor's office.

heartbeats abound lately in our lives. we've been listening to a fair bit of reggae and west african highlife music. the slow bass and drum beat of reggae matches our hearts and the fast polyrhythms of highlife mirror jordan's. i like thinking about heartbeats and music together--seems like something we'll be doing for a long time into the future. i wonder if the babski will like the clash and dylan as much as we do? the eardrums are coming on soon, so we'll start the indoctrination in a few weeks.