Don’t take this personally, but I totally don’t feel like writing this paragraph you’re reading. As grateful as I am to have a slot on the illustrious Amoeblog, and even though I have a great big crush on you, dear reader, there are times (they’re rare, but there) when I feel like I have nothing to give, and this is one of those times.
I mean really... what's the point of anything, anyhow?
As if all this wasn’t enough to render me limp, I discovered today that our young cat, Maybe, has a taste for new, unused garbage bags…
I am not a strong man. Well, physically I’m totally strong and could absolutely beat up your dad, but my heart is tender and prone to aching. This world often feels too cruel and complicated for the likes of me. Usually I can fake it, but every once in a while the stress and fear and sadness fills my holding tank to capacity, and there’s spillage.
It was on this day in 1962 that Marilyn Monroe took her own life. Or, if conspiracy theories are to be believed, it marks the day that the Kennedy Family hired Reticulians to invade the actress’ home, kill her, make it look like a suicide, and then use snippets of her DNA to… I dunno… revive Adolf Hitler’s dehydrating brain. (I’m not as well-read when it comes to American history as I should be.)
It’s also the day that the Manson Family first killed, fulfilling the only thing possible that Charles Manson could do that would actually be worse than his music.
Ladies of the Canyon: "Gypsy", Ruth Anne & "Squeaky"
It’s also the anniversary of the day that Paul Tibbets flew his airplane, named after his mom, Enola Gay, over to Hiroshima, where he performed an act that would later be re-enacted by every Thai food delivery service that gets inside my apartment building.
"Look Ma, no mercy!" Paul Tibbets in the cockpit
I could go on. In short, it’s a particularly dark day in history. So I’m sitting with my beloved in his favorite café, Stir Crazy (at La Brea & Melrose), asking myself to accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative; I’m calling upon myself to remember things – music, movies, flavors of Method cleaning products – that remind me that it is a beautiful world after all, and that Norma Jean didn't have the right idea, forty-five years ago.
Today is Ingmar Bergman’s birthday!
I know – you’re ready to leap from the computer to rush out to buy a piñata and cake.
Or, more likely, you re-read the above sentence a couple times as your brain grappled with confusion over whether or not I wrote Ingrid Bergman. Quite possibly, some of you still think I did.
Actress Ingrid Bergman, star of "Casablanca" and the Bergman film "Autumn Sonata";
no relation to the director and much better looking in a dress.
I’m not being (intentionally) condescending; it’s just that that’s what seems to happen every time I gush about my most favorite film director.
Fellini, Buñuel, Pasolini, Hitchcock, Godard, Woody Allen… There are many film directors that cause me to go weak in the superego, but none of them so deeply penetrate my soul and slop it on the screen like ol’ Ingmar.
Furthermore, many of his films star his ex-wife and one of my favorite actresses, Liv Ullman.
Liv Ullman looking ravishing as she has a nervous breakdown in "Persona"
I’m the first to admit that his films aren’t for everyone. They’re an intimidating option when considering an evening’s entertainment. When faced with “what to do”, who in their right mind would subject themselves to a somber, cryptic and psychologically penetrating film in which handsome Swedes come to grips with their innermost core-of-self amidst Midnight Sun landscapes?
INT. GREG'S OFFICE - DAY
GREG, late 20's, sits in half-lotus position on his cluttered
desk. He is wearing a button-up shirt and tie. His shoes are
His eyes are closed. His thumbs and middle fingers, touching.
He is meditating.
We can hear the sounds of a bustling corporate world outside
Door opens. Enter LOUIS, pre-teen, overweight, nerdy. He is
holding a cardboard drink carrier in which are four tall
mochas. Balanced on top of this is a small paper bag.
Louis closes the door behind him.
Greg does not respond to Louis' entry; continues meditating.
Louis stands still and watches Greg.
Some time passes.