Well, dear readers, it is sink or swim time. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is sink or swim time. The various and sundried balls are in the air and where they’ll land is anyone’s guess. Swimming is more fun than sinking, unless you’re swimming IN the sink, which is a whole other ball of rutabagas. When is the last time you had a rutabaga? My last time was the twelfth of Never. That’s right, I, BK, have never knowingly had a rutabaga, unless someone slipped me a mickey, rutabaga-wise. The rutabaga is a root vegetable. So, why isn’t the damn thing called a rootabaga? Why are we talking about rutabagas and not about Ruta Lee? Have you ever been rude to a rutabaga? What the HELL am I talking about? My mind is frightening sometime. Shakespeare once said, “To be or not to be, that is the question.” Today he’d say, Bro, to sink or swim, that is the question, bro, so bro, what’s it gonna be, bro? More importantly, did you know that bro is orb spelled backwards? Well, we’ll try to wash the sink part down the drain in a little while, which would leave us with swim, so do send some lovely and your most excellent vibes and xylophones no sinking and a lot of swimming and not merely treading water. Are we having a lot of euphemisms in these here notes. Has anyone come up with a euphemism whilst playing the euphonium? Speaking of euphemisms, I’m almost through the Bruckner symphony cycle, currently listening to his penultimate symphony, the eighth, as conducted by Eugen Jochum. The first movement is quite dramatic. Otherwise, I did watch two motion pictures last night, one which I’d seen one time only and one which was new to me. The first motion picture was entitled Catch Me If You Can, a film of Steven Spielberg. I saw it when it came out and I cannot say that it was my favorite Spielberg picture, and I never had the desire to see it again. But there it was on Max, so I watched it. It’s enjoyable in its way, but goes on too long – some of it works very well, but there are dead spots throughout. The cast is very good and the best performance in it belongs to a newcomer named Amy Adams. Of course, the film would lead to one of her finest achievements – designing the costumes for the musical revue What If back in 2004. She’d shot Junebug but it hadn’t come out, she was bored, and was the sister of the fellow who was then dating one of our cast members. She was delightful and I must say she did a great job. Leonardo DiCaprio is fins in the lead, Christopher Walken is Christopher Walken as his dad, and Tom Hanks is excellent as the FBI relentlessly on the chase. I had no idea that Jennifer Garner had a tiny role. It’s all very slick and has a very good score by John Williams.
Then I watched the second motion picture, which was entitled Limitless, a rather silly film about a drug that lets you use most of your brain power. Bradley Cooper is the star and he’s fine. I could have lived without some of the overly cutesy direction, and the script is okay but not great, but it’s fun to watch in its way and a bit too long for its own good. Robert De Niro co-stars. The movie was an unexpected hit, though, and even spawned a one-season TV series. I must say, I like other Bruckner symphonies more than the eighth, although the Bruckner wags seem to think it’s his second best. It does have a sublime third movement, though. And that brings us up to speed, notes-wise.
Yesterday was okay. I got eight hours of sleep and once up I answered e-mails and did a few things on the computer. Then I ate the tuna pasta salad that was leftover from two days ago and it was very good and certainly enough food to fill me up. I did a quick Gelson’s run to get some drinks and some pasta for the week so I can make more tuna pasta salad and some Wacky Noodles. Once back home, I spent the next three hours futzing and finessing the writing I’ve been doing. Normally, I futz and finesse as I go, but I wanted to get thirty-something pages down before doing anything. That I did, but because there’s that many pages, the futzing and finessing is very time consuming, smoothing things out, cutting some stuff while adding other stuff and I’ve still have ten pages to go. Then I watched the two motion pictures and here was are, sink or swim time. The question is – is that Pacific Daylight Time or Eastern Daylight Time?
Today, I’ll try to be up by eleven, then we’ll pray for a modern major miracle, I’ll do whatever needs doing, eat, finish futzing and finessing and then I’ll probably send the pages to Muse Margaret – I haven’t told her anything about this. It’s all very hush hush. I’ll eat something, and then eventually I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same and hopefully we’ll get through it okay.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to be up by eleven, pray for a modern major miracle, do whatever needs doing, eat, futz and finesse and send pages to Muse Margaret, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Taking our lead from yesterday’s notes, what are your favorite airplane-related motion pictures throughout history? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping the word of the day will be swim, if you get my meaning.