Tuesday, July 19, 2005


One of the things that comes from not being able to walk much and feeling depressed about all the things that seem to be going wrong in your life is that you finally start taking advantage of Netflix and watching way more movies than your monthly fee would get you at the rental place. Most recently I've watched: A Street Car Named Desire, starring the enigmatic and ruthlessly attractive Marlon Brando; The Kid Stays in the Picture, a film about the rapid rise and downward spiral of Robert Evans, the genius behind favorite films including Chinatown; Riding Giants, a film that inspired me if not to become a surfer myself, than to fall madly in love with one and move to a beach shack; To Catch a Thief, one of Alfred Hitchcock's most unsatisfying films but an ode to the beauty of the French Rivera; Bus 174, a haunting film that I almost couldn't finish and has stayed in my thoughts for days and made me want to make the world a better place; and From Here to Eternity, with its infamous love scene in the surf and sand. Do note that this was only the most notable in the past 2 weeks, there have been more, many many more, but none worth typing about. Its hard for me to believe that just 13 days ago it was the 4th of July and everything seemed so in place and well...livable, survivable, enjoyable even. Amazing how fast it can change in a day and leave a person feeling like they've lost so much. A word to the wise--don't get too comfortable, next thing you know you might be all alone, laying naked on your couch with your leg propped up smoking pot, eating vicodin, watching old movies, writing blogs with your computer resting on your belly, and trying to figure out where and how it all went wrong.