Well, it’s a beautiful day out. Like spring. Should’ve played hooky today not last week. Oh, wait, last week I was inside working feverishly on my house, covered in dust and grime, and waiting for contractors and the arrival of my new housemate to hand over keys (which is NOT my responsibility). New housemate appears to be beastly, by the way, lumbering, sloppy, barreling through the house like a bull in a china shop, socially impaired, speech-impaired, and thick haired. Once again, I should have really been a part of the decision. Screw Daniel for running off with rent money and going to San Francisco when he should be looking for a job himself and taking care of the house which he tells everyone is his. Last week was really crap, starting out with jury duty, missing days of work I cannot afford, running my blood sugar down and blood pressure high, nasty, sinking malaise… Also saw The Human Stain, which was a real pisser, an overwrought melodrama and I did not buy Anthony Hopkins one bit. Even if the makeup people had given him a jewfro wig, which actually would have made sense given the subject matter, the role was so completely miscast.
But I digress, I’m glad to be at work today. Just finishing taping a segment for our Indonesian Service, the subject being “laughter,” which I thought I would never be able to summon, but it came, and I’m glad and I feel better.
Speaking of faltering seratonin levels, I finally saw Dopanine yesterday and it couldn’t have come at a better time being that my chemical connections have been clearly out of whack. First of all, it kind of restored my faith in American independent film. After seeing so many of these meandering, ultimately vacuous “quirky,” “grainy,” “small-town coming-of-age, “bohemian love in the city,” recent “independent” productions over the years, I’d just about ignored American independent cinema in favor of European, Mexican, or, gasp, Canadian films. At last, an American “indie” with a carefully and fully realized script, natural, engaging, and realistic performances, unpretentious camera work, and a completely original concept. Dopamine creeps up on you, and quickly draws you in; the film is a somewhat sad, a bit funny, and a wholly captivating, unconventional love story. Will not do synopsis here but look at the official site. Here are some reviews. Highly recommended.
In the midst of my chaos, I managed to capture a third and final wind and went to see Junior Senior with Electric Six. And some opening band fronted by a total narcissistic Morrissey wannabe, every song a blatant rip-off of an eighties song. I’m not kidding, we could predict every verse, chorus, and riff. At any rate, the show was great and lively but I was running on empty and by the morning I was spent. MJ & D were my first houseguests - staying in my master bedroom even before I got the chance and watched them pull out in the morning from my window and then fell dead to the world. Some host am I.
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