Last night Carrie, Deborah and I went to see "Garden State", another indie film. It was sweet and humorous in an offbeat, sad kind of way, though its message that life, despite insecurity and fear, is ultimately a beautiful experience was uplifting.

We drove through the night, a mixture of swaying leaves and misty car headlights, sprawled over the backseat at breakneck speed. Carrie must have been pushing 75 in a 50 mph speed zone, and there was a mixture of fear and adrenaline that give you the feeling of endless possibilities and inherent mortality all at once, rushing and overwhelming you.