At The Movies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Where You Left Off

I discovered where you had left off as you had turned the corner of the page over to mark your place.  It was my intention to read from the beginning, but the book seemed to fall open right at your mark, like it too was waiting to see what happens next. 

 

This, of course, isn’t my first reading of The Undertaking, by Thomas Lynch, (Life studies from the dismal trade) but enough pavement has pasted beneath my feet so reading it again will seem like visiting an old friend. 

 

Since talking with you last I discovered, Smoke Gets in your Eyes, by Caitlin Doughty.  Once you get past the subject matter, I believe you’ll find her approach as refreshing as it is intelligent.  Be sure to also watch her videos on the Internet.  She is a real hoot.

Getting back to Mr. Lynch’s book, I found the bright spot you spoke of on page 151.  It is a quote from Jack Handy – of Deep Thoughts fame. 

 

Instead of having “answers” on a math test,

they should just call them “impressions”, and

if you get a different “impression” so what,

can’t we all be brothers?

 

 

As for the subject matter of both books, immediately after reading I noticed a large bottle of Gordon's, and there was  a strong help-yourself air about the room.

 

Insomnia

 

...is an evil plot.

 

 

 

 



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By Reasons of Insanity

  

It began as an idea and quickly evolved into a philosophy.

The premise was sound and immediately adopted.

Its activities take place five days a week and the outcome is not always predictable.

 

There is a general scuffing of shoes and hushed murmurs as participants and guest enter.

An announcement is made and collectively all acknowledge.

Proclamations made with zeal, statements with authority and things are underway.

 

Accusations abound and serious tones quickly snuff out sparks of hope.

 

Elevated objections and excited utterances until admonitions stifle the gathering.

 

Lunch – recess and adjournments interrupt proceedings.

 

Speculations seep out in strained whispers.

 

The collection of 12 sift and probe through rubble, lies and good intentions, all while personalities and egos scrape their already frayed edges.

 

A long awaited statement is announced and fates are sealed.

 

Twelve jurors stand, gathering purses, scarves and identities –

 

They leave as individuals. 

 

Their lives - also forever changed.

 

 

 

 

 

The Rub

Had I the wherewithal, I would squeeze an enlightened exposition from this keyboard - then sit back and rejoice in its reading.

The unfortunate truth, however, remains for all to discover within the borders of this three year long blog.  I am forever destined to be a third-rate hack; fumbling with adjectives, tripping over punctuation, all the while sipping on a beverage constructed on a hack’s budget, with olives that have already sunk to the lowest possible depths.  I know because I am down here with them.

I’d like to have the knowledge that lays dormant in my desk calculator as well as that which is glued between the book covers in my library.

Were I to make myself over I believe I would sculpt intelligence first, followed by feet that would be happy in cheap shoes.  I wouldn’t alter my appearance as I’m quite familiar with my reflection and Murphy’s Law.

I would give myself an attention span that would extend far beyond two standard paragraphs and a comprehension worthy of Mensa.   I would avoid plaguing myself with allergies, phobias, and over confidence.  I would add only a dash of charisma, a pinch and a half of ingenuity and maybe two scoops of Mint Chocolate Chip. 

I would reduce my dependence on cookies and chocolate cake, but certainly not eradicate them completely from my diet.  I would attempt to establish a balance of passion in my writing – somewhere between Tennessee Williams and Zelda Fitzgerald. (Although closer to Zelda).  

Given the opportunity, I still wouldn’t request any do-overs in this life.  It is what it is.  I remain satisfied with the time period in which I live, and have learned to accept the inherent inadequacies and shortcomings of the government, as it remains infested with people and therein - lies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three unicorns and an honest politician walk into a bar

 

It was some time ago that I had set upon a journey to find an honest lawyer.   In great preparation I packed supplies enough for travel into various time zones, through and over considerable elevations and in anticipation of sustained wilderness conditions - I included equipment adequate for survival needs.

 

Knowing that travel, such as on foot, generates an accumulation of dirt, grime and general filth, I also packed the kitchen sink that I might wash frequently.

The entire weight of my backpack resulted in unforeseeable damage to my posture, for which there had been no warning label affixed.

Maybe I shouldn't have filled the sink before I left.