finally got to see the motorcycle diaries last night

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It was subtitled, which ruins everything, and entirely too boring, while extra beautiful, for much of the movie. Still, I spent half the time weeping over Che, my heart burning in my chest like a chunk from a cosmic volcano. And I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed all night about writing beautiful books about Che, turning readers into true humans.

That might be something I ought to work on.