Recent Post for Fodors.com 6/7/12.
Originally posted 4/27/12 on Fodors.com
Here we are again, blog. It is 12:25am and sleep seems unreachable. Perhaps it’s buried under the pile of collectible dolls in this episode of Hoarders I’m half-watching. Too tired for my customary post-Hoarders (or derivative post-Hoarding: Buried Alive) maelstrom of panicked cleaning. And yet, not tired enough to slip under my air-conditioned sheets. And what’s better than cool sheets?
Big life changes coming soon. Big, debt-accruing, chest-constricting, bear-down-and-learn-dammit changes. Big, FANTASTIC changes. So, time to get writing again. Time to knock the dust off. In the words of Tootles from Hook, “Time to fight, time to fly, time to crow.” Yeah, that’s right.
I know this much is true: John Williams loves him a trailing woodwind motif and hypertensive violins like no other. I’d like to overlay the score from any of the Star Wars films (well, the good ones, and by that I mean the old ones) over the video of Jurassic Park or the first three Harry Potter films, or Stepmom and observe how closely the soundtrack from one would line up with the action of the other. Susan Sarandon never sounded so good. Or so much like a raptor.
Something has boxed out my writing organs. Time for a pick and roll. I think I’m extending this mixed metaphor into sheer sports-announcing madness. Sunday Sunday Sunday!
Dear Wednesday night TV line-up,
Let’s aspire to something a little higher, shall we? Why is it that on the decidedly worst day of the week, I am left to choose between the likes of “Reba” re-runs and “Harry Loves Lisa?” You’re going to drive me into the arms of an open book.
“Those romantic young boys/All they ever wanna do is fight.”
So this is what happens when I can’t fall asleep. I make resolutions. I endure endless looped playback of some of my all-time (top-five) favorite songs (in my head, of course. What would the neighbors think?). I start blogs. Correction. I agonize over blog names, search my iTunes for song titles, lyrics, etc. for inspiration (hence, tonight’s cerebral musical guests, Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band with “Incident on 57th Street” from their best album, “The Wild, The Innocent, and The E-Street Shuffle”). Then I settle on a nonsense word that seems OK enough, seeking comfort in WordPress’ assurance that I can change the blog title at any time. THEN I start a blog. My second blog. The other one – a movie blog – is at http://thedollyshot.wordpress.com, but it was abandoned a couple years ago. Time for a resurrection, perhaps? Perhaps. But that’s another night.
Ironically enough, I don’t have much to blog about except for movies, as they have taken up much of my time this week(end). Netflix and I made up recently. I admit, our relationship has been rocky. We were going at it (in the good kind of way) several times a month. DVDs in, DVDs out. And then, well, I suppose the spark died. A major slowdown. Weeks, months began to pass with only the slightest of formal nods between us. And then I ordered “No Country For Old Men,” only to realize that I can handle watching that movie once every decade. It collected dust for a full year before I could admit to myself that what Netflix and I had was dead, and that if I truly cared for this DVD, I would let it go; it deserved to find happiness with someone else. Well, recently, the boy and I came across a free one-month trial. Suddenly, the itch was back, and I needed it scratched. Movies I can instantly stream? You mean…I can have it whenever I want it? The temptation was too great. It’s been three weeks. Neither of us are sure of where we’re going with this. There was so much pain the last time. Maybe, though, we’ve changed enough. Maybe we’ve grown enough as individuals. Maybe this time it will work…