Brokeback Mountain 2*/5*, Body Fat, and Baking

I finally bought an oven thermometer to figure out why my New York Cheesecakes, though tasty, were sunburnt. I suspected an inaccurate oven dial. This turns out to be the case. The Kitchen Aid mechanical thermometer gives a reading of 400°F when the oven dial reads 325°F, and similarly, 325°F when the oven indicates 260°F.

We also bought a new-fangled scale that gives weight, body fat, and total body water readings. I'm 151 lbs., with 16% body fat, and at a very aqueous 67%. The 16% means I'm fit. [My ego once again undergoes inflationary expansion.]

I woke up at 3:00AM Sunday morning and read Annie Proulx's short story Brokeback Mountain. Admittedly, short stories aren't my thing, but I am partial to love stories. However, this love story just did not move me. Sure the desolate landscape adds to the loneliness and coldness. Sure there are things that go unspoken and remain so to the end. Still, I remain unmoved.

There are maybe one or two memorable lines, like "...if you can't fix it, you've got to stand it." I for one would not be inspired to adapt it to the big screen. One other thing. For some reason, I was conscious throughout that I was reading a book and never became fully immersed in the universe created by the writer.

I bought the book because it includes the screenplay for the celebrated motion picture. I'm interested in the mechanics, formatting practices, and process of crafting a script. I have the DVD but don't intend to watch it till I've read the whole book.

The 2*/5* rating is for the short story only.