De-lovely.

I don't use the word "lovely" too often, and when I do it's usually in a mocking or sarcastic way. But yesterday I saw what I thought were two lovely things.

One was Finding Neverland. I really can't think of another word to describe that film. The other was at the Dark Star Orchestra show. There was a dreadlocked couple dancing, and the dancing evolved into tantric gyrations, and just when I was certain they were going to rip each others' clothes off they suddenly stopped, put their hands over the other's heart, touched foreheads and started swaying back and forth slowly. It was really... well, lovely.

And then, not so lovely, is this. Goodbye, sir.