Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Nighthawks at the Diner
I love Hopper, and I love Murray, so this is a natural post for me. In truth, though, I don't love this chalk rendering. Still. . . had to post it with this (link). You can tell a lot about a person by their Murray reaction. Bill Murray became a "thing" for me with his first serious movie role in "The Razor's Edge," though the opening scene of "Ghostbusters," which was released the same year, is brilliant. I don't think I could date a girl who didn't like "The Life Aquatic," and certainly not one who didn't like "Lost in Translation," for which Murray was cheated out of an Academy Award that he clearly deserved.
But I am pretty certain my criteria will not have anything to do with me dating someone again. I'm afraid that from now on, the criteria for dating will not be in my favor. Such a shame, really. I am talented and sweet boy.
No matter, though, really. The earth is ill and getting worse and we haven't any medicine. It is dying like all of us, and like all of us, we have gotten used to the idea if not the fact so that we live our lives as if. . . .
Today is not a good day for me. Last night was atrociously alive with dark thoughts. Worst I've had, really. Recurring fears and thoughts. Today the weather is gloomy and I can't shake the night's residue. I keep thinking that I'm not leaving anything. Like Willy Loman, I need to get some seeds in the ground.
Nighthawks at the Diner.
Posted by cafe selavy at 8:11 AM