Monday, August 19, 2002

The Summer
So, i have decided that i am going to be a bum, and lazy, and wallow in my self-doubt and shaky eye-sight. work will not be what occupies my summer, no indeed. i say being poor is a most enviable station when compared to the shackles of minimum wage, the banter of customers and the irate ramblings of co-workers and 'guests'. One does not work in my town, oh no, one 'serves' the respectable and much needed 'guests' who graciously present themselves every summer season. You know the kind, many of us have been them from time to time, those slightly confused, mostly wealthy, and sometimes mean pursuers of elightenment and recreation who want to know where this or that place is as they head in the opposite direction that you told them to take. They are spotted by their worn memorabillia, the cap and shirt, shorts and sandal adorned with the logo or saying that is indicative of the locale, one that nobody who actually lived there would wear. A camera is often slung around the shoulder, a backpack next to it, and for the few brave souls who dare to bring their offspring out into the light of day, a trio of children running around in circles, not listening. These people have the ability to make or break a town, village or even a region, and often times they do break it down, into a primordial ooze of suburbia or country that is rebuilt in the image of a city or time period without a shread of the orginal remaining. They are the Tourist.

Sunday, August 18, 2002

My dream of writing a screenplay and or a story/book is not dead. I refuse to believe that i cannot follow threw on an idea. I have always loved the idea of serials, or those picture novels that are like comic books that tell a story short and to the point. Having just watched the royal tennenbaums, i like the way in wich the movie was read like a book.

that sounds like bull, and it is. more to come, hopefully some direction will follow.