Well, dear readers, I am getting a late start on these here notes and so I must write like the wind. Have you ever seen the wind’s writing? It is quite sloppy and not easy to read. In fact, I have had it with the wind’s writing, which I find long-winded. In fact, I say gone with the wind. In any case, I am getting a late start on these here notes and so, for better or for worse, I shall write like the wind. Speaking of the wind, yesterday was a day of doing a little this’a and a little that’a, with an emphasis on the latter. For example, I woke up – that was a little this’a. I then did a little that’a and answered some e-mails, dealt with the post office in London, and then jogged. I finally began writing at eleven-thirty, cleaning up what I’d done yesterday, going back about twenty pages and making a fun addition, and then doing close to four new pages. After that, I got ready to attend an opening night. Prior to leaving, I did manage to sit on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I managed to finish watching a motion picture on DVD entitled John and Mary, starring Dustin Hoffman and Mia Farrow, directed by Peter Yates. I remember seeing this when it came out – it was a critical and box-office failure back then, even though Mr. Hoffman and Miss Farrow were riding high. I found the film very odd back then and I find it very odd now. Basically, the film follows the morning after of two people who’ve met the night before and spent the night together. They have banter, they fight, they laugh, and they get to know each other. While that’s happening, we are subjected to multiple time fractures, both flashbacks and flashforwards. Ultimately, one just doesn’t care enough about the two characters and the film ends with its title punchline. The two stars are fine and very cute together (and they both show their rear ends), and there’s a good supporting cast of actors, including Tyne Daly, Alix Elias, Michael Tobin, and Marian Mercer. Transfer-wise, it’s another home run for Fox – perfectly perfect color and beautiful to look at. Warners – LEARN something!
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly I am writing like with wind and therefore these here notes are written on the wind.
Has anyone noticed I am writing like the wind? Just asking.
Last night, I attended an opening night at the Pasadena Playhouse, seeing a play entitled Cuttin’ Up. It’s an odd theatre piece, anecdotal, but with running characters, and constant tone shifts that leave the audience confused, at least they left me confused. It seems to want to be too many things. I think the setting (a barber shop) is a great setting for a play, but there’s no play here, or there’s a wannabe play here. It’s just stories that sometimes come from somewhere and sometimes come from nowhere. It’s also too long (two hours and fifteen minutes). Act two could be cut by ten minutes – there are at least four endings, and I could certainly have lived without the ending that finally ends the show. The ending prior to that would have been lovely. That said, the production itself is very good. The director keeps things moving along, and the actors are all doing good work. The set is nice, too. I just wish there were more there there.
What am I, Ben Brantley all of a sudden? Today I must prepare a couple more packages for shipping, and attend to some things that I haven’t been attending to, and then I must write a few pages and do a few errands, not necessarily in that order.
Tomorrow, I have a work session with Miss Merissa Haddad, and then I’ll be attending an opening night at LACC. I’ve kept the weekend pretty open, so I can relax and smell the coffee or the roses or the crème de cacao. Sunday night, I’ll be attending a lovely birthday bash for Miss Barbara Deutsch, and I’ll even be performing at said bash.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, package, sup, and other things. Today’s topic of discussion: Since I don’t drink, tell me your most favorite exotic and non-exotic drinks and please describe what they taste like. Also, what are your favorite coffees (something else I don’t drink) and teas? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and for now these here notes were written on the wind.