Maybe I noticed this because I think that everyone else lives in their memories of the 90s, like me. But I came across this book cover & I get the nagging feeling that the cover artist watched a lot of The Pretender. Because this certainly looks like Ryan Merriman, who played Young Jared. Or some scary VR replica. Brrr, the uncanny valley is unforgiving.
So here we are, Readers. I was doing some organizing the other day & my husband was teasing me once again about how incomprehensible he finds my DVD collection. Which never fails to rile me up. I demand to him that it makes sense & that it has its own internal logic. He just says that I did so he would never be able to find anything without my help. As a result, I sat down & wrote it out on a piece of paper for his reference & I figured I would finally get around to posting it here. Not sure it will have any interest to strangers whatsoever, but I can’t order my Letterboxd account the same way.
Hi there, Reader. Let me just say upfront that this is the third blog post I’ve typed up today. I was working on one that got away from me & that I’m saving for another time. I wrote another based off today’s Daily Prompt that I started hating halfway through. But, I’m already signed into WordPress & my inner critic is demanding I put something up because its been nearly a week without a post. So, here we are, this quiet little unnoticed section of the internet.
Y’know if this was a cafe or even just a little restaurant, I’d be staring out the window, people-watching & making notes in my journal. Or, if we were together as friends, I’d recruit you into listening into the conversations around us, so we could pick apart the minutiae of strangers’ lives & maybe feel a little superior. It’s really not even a challenge nowadays, though, because people conduct their entire lives through the cell phones for the most part & cell phones are so ubiquitous, people think its no thing to have arguments, discuss lab results, hire a landscaper, or tell a friend about their kids’ school problems all while standing a foot or two away from you. Trust me, I work in a library, I know a lot of stuff about my patrons I shouldn’t.
Have you ever watched House of Games? That’s a classic David Mamet movie that shows you just how easy it can be to deceive someone. I would imagine in some ways it’s only gotten easier, while in other ways. . . I read an article a few years back about how pickpocketing has nearly died out as a way to scam people because wallets & their contents are quickly becoming redundant thanks to cell phones. Although, I would imagine the surveillance panic about said devices has shifted things some. Tides come & go, right?
Let me tell you a secret about writers. Probably an unsurprising secret. We’re the respectable voyeurs–or at the very least voyeurs who want to pretend that we’re respectable. Everything we read, witness, overhear, suffer & otherwise choose to pay attention to & catalogue? It’s all material for “The Piece”. Or at least we tell ourselves that. It’s all going to go into words somewhere, as we try to figure out why the hell writing makes sense to us & not to others. Which is why I brought up House of Games earlier. It’s all about wanting to observe, collect, & understand the layers of the world around us only to discover that what is some esoteric pursuit for us is life-and-death for another person. It’s about a girl who wants to run with the bad boys. It’s about intention, and action, & Ricky Jay’s ridiculous Southwestern jewelry. You should totally watch it.
Well, I think I’ve probably wasted enough time. I’m feeling less-than-terrible about not having written anything today. It was nice talking to you for just a brief moment, here in the maelstrom of internet. Hope to see you again. I promise the next post will be at least somewhat more interesting.
The end of the year is almost upon us, meaning its time for the socials to start showing just how much time we’ve poured into them with recaps & best-of lists. It’s a fun way to show off your interests though, so I was happy to get my Goodreads recap in my email yesterday. I was reminded of just how much time I’d wasted with the Arcadia series & the end of Fight Club 2. But then I saw the covers for A Wrinkle in Time & The Little Prince, which took me back to my summer trip to Charleston & my neighbor eagerly lending me Paper Girls. So without further nostalgia, I present my year in books!
Guys, I’m really tired today–in a good way, but I’m still gonna keep it short. My husband surprised me Wednesday by saying he’d like us to celebrate our wedding anniversary early & to go see Béla Fleck & the Flecktones play in Richmond. So we snagged some tickets & headed into the city to Maymont, this large park & garden that was once an estate. It was a fantastic day–the endless rain had finally broken but it wasn’t stiflingly hot. We got seats 3 rows away from the stage & saw the guys jam out in an amazing & joyful way.
They all smiled & kept playing hard, despite any technical difficulties. The breeze that came with the dusk was cool & sweet & by the time they started playing “The Sinister Minister” I couldn’t help dancing in my chair, grinning like an idiot to my husband. The stage backlights danced in patterns on the proscenium overhead & I would have loved nothing more than to just lay back & listen.
But of course it was super crowded & then a guy in a beard & a man-bun started a huge dance party up front. That’s ok–I was there with the man I love, feeling happy that we were together not just at that moment but had been for the past 15 years.
To make up for my lack of words, I’m going to end my post with a link to “Communication,” one of my faves by them. & then I’m going to go pass out on my bed.