Hey I just met you.
This is fucking psychotic. But
here’s my hand in marriage. Call me
neurotic. That’s what I would say to her
if only I could. If only I had the
guts.
If I could I would fill a giant vat with waffle batter
and then jump into it, letting warm, thick and smooth batter caress every inch
of my body. I can imagine few things as
pleasurable as that.
I was as shocked as anyone to find that I’ve become a
massive fan of the Counting Crows. In the
past month or so I’ve purchased four of their albums, including their newest
release. Maybe it’s age catching up to
me. Suddenly Duritz’s words are hitting
me deep and making me reconsider everything I once thought to be true. Their records speak to me! I love them!
People are always asking me why I don’t watch more
television and I always tell them I find it to be a heartbreaking medium where
even the best and most promising programs often devolve into cheap stunts,
progressively rote characters and needlessly extended storytelling. That’s just one man’s humble opinion of
course. I strongly suspect one day I
will become an avid TV zombie and catch up on all the shows everyone in the
entire world has raving about for these past two decades.
However one recent show I absolutely could not resist watching
no matter how hard I tried was The Flash
which premiered some 5 weeks ago on America’s favorite CW network. Those who know me best know of my deep seated
love for the scarlet speedster and that he is second only to a couple dozen
other characters in the pantheon of my all-time-favorites. I was happy that this particular incarnation
was spinning off the show Arrow as I had
found that show to be of a high and consistent quality in providing very satisfactory
superheroic romps on a weekly basis.
So with a potent mixture of mind shattering terror and
giddy anticipation I watched The Flash
and have found that I’m enjoying it to a dangerously high level. The tone is perfect for the character and his
adventures and I feel the creators have really nailed the heart of his
mythology. All the teases and Easter eggs and the near certainty of Zoom
presenting himself have filled me with girlish glee and I genuinely look
forward to each new installment. Last
week’s episode introduced Captain Cold – one of my all time favorite villains –
played by Prison Break’s Wentworth
Miller and he was written and portrayed to icy perfection and set up to return
throughout the season. The episode
itself was titled Going Rogue and
that alone was enough to make me weep with crocodile tears of joy and ensure
that I will stay with this series for the long haul.
Regarding American
Horror Story, lots of folks have been commenting on Twisty the Clown
(played by John Carroll Lynch) and how scary he is so I watched an episode and
was disappointed as ever. He looks hip
and is a great visual but is not scary in any way. I so want to like American Horror Story and I’ve seen several episodes from various
seasons but it always seems to be trying too hard and still coming up
short. The situations, acting,
atmosphere and effects feel very much to me like what a child might find
frightening and I am often reminded of the Goosebumps
series of books. It is a very safe brand
of horror and horror should never be safe.
What the hell do I know though? It’s
wildly popular. I did like when Jessica
Lange sang the David Bowie song Life on
Mars in a recent episode because that is one of my all time favorite
tunes. Maybe if every episode featured a
Bowie song I would like it more.
My dream of seeing all Mark Rothko’s paintings in person
is one step closer to completion after a recent trip to the amazing Walker Art
Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota and standing mere inches away from Rothko’s
1953 painting Untitled. This is a truly beautiful piece of work and
seeing it – swimming inside its color and being devoured by its heart – was an
honor. This also happens to be the first
one I’ve seen in person so the projected completion of my dream is still quite
a ways away. Still, my passion is equal
to the task.
Naysayers are predicting I’ll die before my quest is
complete but I plan to prove all of them wrong.
I plan to see them all dead and buried and then I will promptly perform
a jig on their graves and laugh all the way to the bank where I will open up a
joint checking account with my long lost twin brother. I would like to plan trips to Houston, Texas
to visit the Rothko Chapel as well as New York, New York to visit the Museum of
Modern Art as they both house several of Rothko’s paintings and my checklist would
be able to amass quite a few more checks.
If anyone is interested in making donations for these trips please let
me know. Who knows? Perhaps I would able to assist in fulfilling
one of your dreams as well….
I thought the green dress shirt I put on today after
showering and shaving was clean but I may have been in error. I have smelled myself all day and have not
much liked what I’ve smelt. I also ate
yogurt this morning for what it’s worth.
Next I plan to tame the beast and watch him fall. Love conquers all. I remember vividly a summer in my formative
years when I was madly in love with Lynda Carter. Although even now I’m still not sure if I was
in love with her or with Wonder Woman. Even
that is a bit of a puzzler because it would be difficult – maybe even
impossible – to further deduce whether I was in love with Wonder Woman or with the
Lynda Carter actualization/version/interpretation of Wonder Woman. Where does one end and the other begin? Am I even able to separate the two as distinct
entities in my tortured mind? Carter’s
Wonder Woman is still definitive and a glorious take on the character. DC recently announced a new comic series which
would feature further adventures of that specific iteration of the character
(similar to their successful Batman 66’
series which are adventures of the Adam West and Burt Ward version of Batman
and Robin) and I am pleased as punch by this.
But nothing will ever replace the real thing. She’s the real thing. Even better than the real thing.
The Old Testament of the Bible is very interesting. I need to read more of it and conduct copious
amounts of research to increase my understanding.
Right under my nose new albums were released by Los
Tigres del Norte and Elida y Avante. I
was a fool not to realize this sooner.
So many things have been escaping my notice recently. Today I will hitchhike to a local Mom &
Pop (or is it Ma & Pa?) style store to purchase both albums. Then I will listen to them and reflect on the
truly meaningful life I almost had. Both
great bands. I’ve seen Elida twice now
and Los Tigres zero times. I would love to
see either of them again.
I’ve been thinking of buying an upright bass (or double
bass if you prefer) but I probably won’t.
I don’t have any of the skills necessary to play one. But I imagine it being a very satisfying instrument. Like water through a sieve.
I recently started reading a new book.
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