I'm a bad blogger. Its been quite some time since my last post and it ain't because I got nuthin' to say. It's because I've had too much to say and the more filled the mind the less I entertain all of these wonderful outlets. I think the last time I took time to write in my diary it was midnight on a Wednesday in winter...so not too long ago (this is a weather joke for you Minnesotans who are JUST NOW getting a taste of summer). The weather, the bain of my existence. It has rained more than I can remember. Of course I did spend my elementary years in San Francisco which my mom claims was a gloomy town of rain and fifty degree weather. I, on the other hand, remember it as sunny and with an ocean and lovely men in fishnets. (the other has heard me b*tch about not seeing the ocean for some time now)...I do believe I'm deprived...and yet another angle to explore. I need to blog more. This wouldn't be so scattered...ooooh time to blog.
Here's my list of recent happenings: I have a pre-teen at home (this is mind blowing for me and still extremely odd to digest)...let me say it again, my name is Kael and I have a pre-teen at home. This means many firsts for me (which hasn't happened since my early teens...ha another pun, I am on today): first of the firsts...discussions about sex and all that comes along with that. Being that I "dated" my oldest son's biological father from a Saturday to the next Saturday I'm reallllly struggling with the whole "sex equals two committed people in love" angle, but I'm goin' with it, update on that later...also a first, how far should he be allowed to ride his bike, if it were up to me this would be calculated in terms of the mapping of sexual predators in Bloomington Minnesota, then we'd have to come up with an allowable radius (32 miles) which leads me to "can't ya just hang around the yard???"...I'm working on this and I've stopped watching Beth Holloway's "Vanished" because, well...that's probably obvious. So much more to discuss on the preteen angle but I can't focus the entire post to him.
Soooo what else, ah, lil' diva two year old who is sprouting teeth and losing sleep, an aging father prepping for hip replacement (which fills me with a terrifying feeling of potential loss and slaps me in the face with the realization that I am sorely unprepared to deal with my parents aging and then.....) and then there's the usual...(cue the Dolly Parton please) workin' 9 to 5...what a way to make a livin' is right. The Other, too convoluted to even start...more to come I promise eager followers!
And the most important stuff, reviews of high art, culture, literature, movies....geez I hate musicals there I put it in print. DON'T INVITE ME TO MUSICALS or PLAYS, I won't feel bad I promise...okay the books and movies...oh there are some good ones.
1) 127 Hours. Do you want to spend some time staring at James Franco? I did (and still do). He is gooood. The story, well its the whole hiker who cut his arm off...need I say more to draw you in? The scenes are breathtaking. The music is groovy oh, did I happen to mention that James Franco is the star? A great film.
2) Kill the Irishman, starring a guy I've never seen (but he's good and gritty!), Christopher Walken, Vincent D'Onofrio (who I crushed on for a good couple of years until the whole Law & Order Criminal Intent role where he became the guy I used to love from Mystic Pizza) and there are others. Ok, I've been watching gangster films since I was allowed to go rent VHS tapes alone (this would be 11ish) loooove them (except for the ones put out by recent rappers, please stop, you're just hurting yourself). I would get one UFC tape and one gangster film and if I was lucky, a Charleston Chew...strawberry. (the insight into my psyche is amazing is it not?)
3) The Go-Getter, starring a guy I have seen in a movie called Thumbsucker. He was THE indie film guy before Michael Cera. Also in it, a favorite since Bastard Out of Carolina, Jena Malone. She is so good in everything, so underrated. I appreciate her choice in films. Anyway I LOVED this movie for some reason, well the reason isn't hidden, the music, THE BLACK KEYS! Are you as shocked as I was? The Other and I are about ten to fifteen minutes in and I hear a familiar riff. I literally push him against the couch with my right arm (as if we were stopping in a car suddenly, you know the whole I'll protect you not that unreliable seat belt!) while fiercely shushing his incessant verbal subtitles that he produces through EVERY movie. Anyway I realize its The Black Keys, collect the bits of my mind off of the floor and jam out real quick. I'm such a teenage boy. I love the guitar and it loves me. Ooooh wait this is a movie review. Its good and I didn't get to finish it (lack of sleep makes for bad Sunday night movie completion ratio). A glimpse...teenage boy's mother dies, he steals a car and heads off to find his long lost 1/2 brother who is half Mexican (he isn't so this is of course fodder for many one liners). My favorite line (so far) "Do you think people create bands to make the rest of us feel like crap?"... hilarious.
4) My one and only book review: UNBROKEN by Laura Hillenbrand (she also wrote Seabuscuit). Go get it. Louis Zamperini is my new hero (aside from my mother and father who had the zeal to bring me in the world). Mr. Zamperini was an airforce pilot in WWII, shot down and survived in a little ol' raft for 47 (48?) days, either way I think I'd last two days before giving myself to the sharks. I can't go two days without a Coke from McDonald's. Then because that's not enough of a human feat of amazement, he survives 4 years in a Japanese POW camp. So I hate to say this but not only was the book incredibly entertaining it also filled me up with new facts from our recent past (yes, WWII is recent in my opinion). The book is amazing.
5) Thank you to my friend who gets me new music. You feed my soul. You know who you are.
This blog is too long! Hope ya dig the recap....
