Couldn’t sleep last night and I came across this horrible woman Suze Orman on TV. She wouldn’t let this young guy get an awesome turbocharged Hyundai, and she wouldn’t let a 50something woman take an African Safari. Is she a sensible money adviser or just a sadistic dream killer? I think the latter.
Dive bomb harmonics
Dive bar hysterics echo
Down the boulevard
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
I met a woman recently who was dealing with cancer. She told me a little about how difficult chemotherapy was. How it caused her to miss out on a friend’s wedding out of state. How painful the side effects were. She was dealing with some pain in her arm as we spoke.
But then she said the chemo was working, and most importantly she “was on the right side of the grass. Not pushing up daisies.”
We’re alive. This is the good part.
How much of adulthood is about doing things you don’t want to do? If you broke it down into percentages, what would it be, 50%? More? Strange because we are actually more free as adults than as kids. We put these responsibilities on ourselves, jobs, careers, rent, mortgage, car payments, credit cards, relationships, family responsibilities. At worst we become our own jailers, as a friend of mine put it. Thoughts before a mid-shift.
These are my picks for the best neo-noir movies set in contemporary Los Angeles, from the 80s through today. These all have some great action and a certain dark mood that make them the best in my book.
- To Live and Die in LA
- The Limey
- City of Industry
I told him I wasn’t cut out to be a cop.
"Yes, but that’s the job that you applied for. Now you got to make up your mind one way or the other, or you’ll never get anywhere. It’s your duty. You’re sworn in. You can’t compromise with things like this. Law and order’s got to be kept.”
I didn’t know what to say; he was right; but all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.
Phase 1: “I want a new car.”
Phase 2: “EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER DONE IS WRONG!”
Phase 3: “Just tell me I’m still pretty.”