I'm trying to figure out how I could make a road trip story work in a short format because I don't want to enter into the idea of writing a road trip novel.
Trying to drink enough coffee to get my brain in gear so I can return to editing today. Went to bed at midnight (partially hubby and my fault, partially the kids/baby's fault) then baby had me up at 3:30 and 4:30 then my alarm at 5:30, ugh. Who needs sleep prior to a 12-hour work day? It's overrated anyway. But random side note, I had a dream the other night about this forum, lol. I dreamed that a bunch of us had gotten together for an in-person meetup, but we all had to wear name tags because no one knew what anyone else looked like. I remember @Iain Aschendale was there, as well as @big soft moose. Pretty sure @Steve Rivers, @Stormburn and @jannert put in an appearance too, lol. There were others but, as dreams do, it's gotten foggy. I just think it's funny bc I apparently made up appearances for all of you in my head. Don't worry, no one was ugly lol.
My appearance was probably an improvment. Me? I dreamed about my electrician. A dishy bloke, but no, that wasn't the dream. In the dream I had a wall socket that kept exploding into smoke and fumes every time I used my toaster. He was puzzled. Then I woke up....
I've just done all the house work, sorted out the bank and fed the cats. I'm about to get down to some serious writing. It is exactly ten days from now when I'll be starting back to work after 5 months So I want to get as much written as possible because once the waves of life kick back in who knows how long this book will take.
Absolutely, love my job. I'm very lucky to have retained it throughout all this Ronadrama but I can't wait to get back at it.
I miss it, it`s more then just the work though. I`m the type who really needs some sort of routine and structure or else I just.....kinda flail about.... and I`m not great at making that internally. Sadly, my job won`t be coming back anytime soon and they recently cut my insurance....so hooplah. ....guess I should try and get back on the horse/my shit together again now but it`s just....its weird in a time when everything feels so fluid right now....who knows what the landscapes gonna be even next month. That's always true to be fair but this year just puts it into focus in a big way. Ot: Watching youtube and trying to figure what i`m doing.
Dwelling on the film Easy Rider, having just finished watching it. It's years since I last saw it but I don't know what to make of it. I never know if iconic / cult films like this are good, in the true sense of the word. It's a meandering, disjointed mess in reality, but then maybe that was the whole point. The ending feels like a cheap cop-out... like Hopper had run out of ideas and didn't know how to wrap things up.
I haven't watched it with commentary, but supposedly, the commentary track is mostly Dennis Hopper saying, "I don't remember that, man!" They really did improvise the entire thing and do a ton of drugs along the way.
Slowly digesting a 7 course dinner from a classic Italian joint on Federal Hill. Struggling to sip a little Amaro in between gasps for air. This will theoretically speed the digestion. But it hurts. Delicious, but painful. The scungili salad seems to be dominating the burps at the moment, but I think the clams are right behind it. At least I have something to look forward to.
Haha. I love Billy Joel. He knows how to capture that downtown, bar fly, slightly classy but equally sleazy lifestyle vibe. We're spirit animals on some level.
And subversively raunchy. Only the Good Die Young is about trying to bang a Catholic school girl. And it ain't even that subtle. But even grandma liked to listen to Billy Joel, so how naughty could he be? Another example of what one man armed only with a piano can do.
Are you familiar with his earlier band, Atilla? It was heavy metal but instead of guitars he ran his Hammond organ through a Marshall stack. Incidentally they also came up with the worst album cover of all time: Spoiler: terrible album cover
I think the film probably did what it set out to achieve, and if that was to make the viewer feel like they too were tripping most of the time, they did it well.
Watching a deathly silent lightening storm over the houses opposite me. I’ve never witnessed a silent storm before.
Discovered perhaps the most effective means of cooling oneself in this horrid humidity. I set the fan on me (fixed, not oscillating) then filled a little plastic spray bottle with water. Every thirty seconds or so I would pump the water mist into the air from the fan and be hit by a fine spray of very cold water. It’s a double effect too, because not only is the water cold when it hits you, the air feels much colder too because of your dampened skin.