Take a bike ride to get the buy 2 get one free smokes. I received my order of Batdorf and Bronson coffee just in the nick of time. I was dry. I was prepared to go somewhere to have someone make me a a shitty cup of joe, and pay way too much. Ethiopia Lina is brewing as we speak. I don’t know how I feel about it being desired as far as it’s flavor as: “of Blueberry cheesecake….” It still tastes like really yummy coffee right? I saw the new Cronenberg film “Eastern Promises” this weekend at BAM in Brooklyn with Ev and C. Another enjoyable recent Cronenberg flick that has turned to the far visceral side qua his earlier abstract conceptual work: Existenz… et cetera. Vigo is amazing as bad/good cop playing Russian mobster. His hair and posture, that ready to kill or discourse on old Ukrainian motorcycles glint in his eye, rigid yet extremely expressive set of face lines. I know I might be scoffed out for sounding all so romantic, but after all that violence, eye stabbing, Chechen throat slitting at the Turkish barber shop ghoulishness, that kiss at the very end, and no cheesy Barrymore bad breathe poop either, was very..very moving. Now, what did i want to say? OH yes…
1. Another Embarrassing memory from childhood shined off with a handy cloth, to look at anew without gulps of shame. My mother would constantly remind my brother and I that we must take the greatest of care cleaning up after ourselves, and not just our rooms, and so forth. We must clean up after ourselves after defecating with extreme care or else at our final inspection of the ones pronouncing us mort, or stripping us down for some embalming or something, we would be and our family would be shamed. My dad would always chime in with a sort of half interested but still cutting follow up comment: “Yes, you will be dead AND shamed!”
As Cassius put it, “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings”.