Today is the day

Today is the first day of the past month that didn't feel like I was serving a prison sentence so it has been wonderfully enjoyable.

A friend came over first thing this morning because she wanted to go see a movie. Instead we shot the shit about life and upcoming work for an hour or so. She wanted to confirm that I would be with her on the next gig in New York at the end of January, beginning of February and then again in the summer. I told her I would to the degrees that she cared about. She filled me in on her upcoming move to Seattle with her husband and the pros and cons of it. I filled her in on what going to Maine meant. It was a good chat. Then I blew her mind by showing her The Fall, Tarsem Singh's second movie. For a film it is an amazing work of art: beautiful story, incredible performances, and quite possibly the most beautifully shot movie I've ever seen. I loved it all over again for the dozenth time or so. She fell in love for the first. I've never seen anyone not love it.

After she took off I started in on the normal routine. Reading: Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke and The Game by Neil Strauss. Jury's still out on both. Very curious to see how The Game ends, hoping that it is more than just a very funny book about social retards trying to make themselves alpha males to pick up women and thereby give their lives meaning. Fingers are crossed that there is a bigger picture than just dudes posturing but everytime the narrative tells you there is a bigger picture you kind of wondering if Neil's bullshitting. Time will tell. Watching: season 5 of Alias and The Cell. Every time I watch The Fall it reminds me that I liked The Cell, Tarsem Singh's first movie, even though it was a huge failure. It is also a beautifully shot movie but the performances are hideous and the writing was poor. Interesting idea though. Except I dozed off before the parts I really wanted to see, Jennifer Lopez vs. King Stargher, some of the most beautiful and powerful images ever preserved on film. Maybe I'll go back and pick it up where I left off while I do some work this evening.

Drove around for a little bit running some errands and then went for the evening's long walk. The other day I was cleaning my room and found the paper outline of the last project I had begun writing, a horror screenplay. Tonight is the night I resume work on it. The only reason I started working on it in New York was to give me a prop by which to strike up conversation with my favorite waitress.

Here there is no reason to pick it up but to do it. And do it I shall anon.