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Weekend In Florida

Nov07
2008
Rob Written by Rob

Veterans Day weekend, 2008. A year ago this weekend, I promised to Kristi at Cocoa Beach and she said yes. We stayed overnight at a nice hotel, ate chocolate-covered strawberries and drank champagne, and generally just soaked in the wow-we’re-engaged vibe. It seems a lot longer than just a year ago.

We’re flying into Orlando this weekend to wrap up some old business: mostly, to clean out my storage unit and shut it down. We’ll be shipping some of the stuff back, taking some on the plane with us and disposing the rest of it somehow in Florida. We also plan to get together with friends and family, finally giving Kristi a chance to meet my parents, and then to visit Cocoa Beach on Monday.

I wish I could say that I was giddy-excited-happy about this trip. I’m looking forward to parts of it, like visiting people and fetching my stuff finally and enjoying Florida orange juice. I’m looking forward to walking Cocoa with my wife. Not looking forward to two nine-hour plane rides across the country or traversing the crowded claustrophobia of Orlando for a weekend. I remember last year coming home at OIA after spending my first week here in Modesto, getting hit by that wall of warm humid as I stepped outside, looking around and thinking, why the hell does anyone live here? And that was after only a week. It’s been a year now, so I’m expecting the same effect only greatly amplified.

Maybe it’s just knowing that this will be the last trip to Florida for a long while. Perhaps a very long while. There’s a certain melanchony twang to it. Home’s in California now, among the Sierra Nevadas and the craggy Pacific shores and the broad valley farmlands and the crowded streets of San Francisco. We haven’t even left yet and I’m already feeling homesick to return.

It’s a strange feeling, preparing to visit the foreign land that you lived in for over 30 of your 37 years.

Posted in Family and Friends, Travel

Weird Movies

Nov03
2008
Rob Written by Rob

Much to her dismay at times, Kristi married a movie nut – made worse by his preference for flicks that are, well, just weird. I can’t help it. I love movies to begin with, an addiction that goes back to working weekends by myself in a server room with nothing much to do except wait for things to break, while watching an endless parade of movies on my portable DVD player.

The weird movies aren’t supposed to be taken literally. They hit the human condition from an oblique angle, coming up a take on human truth that would be obscured by a more conventional story. That’s what makes really good fantasy fiction – not in the furry-hobbit-ring-quest sense, but instead stories that are speculative and weird and a little like looking at the world through a funhouse mirror. You get the Alice In Wonderland effect. Everything is a bit off, a bit shifted, but the human condition is thrown into a sharper light for it.

Some of my all-time favorite weird movies:

Stranger Than Fiction. A rut-bound IRS auditor (Will Farrell, in a surprisingly serious role) starts hearing a woman’s voice (Emma Thompson) in his head, narrating his life in the third person – and before long, forecasting his imminent death. His only means of avoiding this fate is, with the help of a local lit professor (Dustin Hoffman), to unravel the dynamics of the voice’s “story”. Great movie for English lit geeks.

Brazil. What can I say, it’s a Terry Gilliam flick about a 1984-esque UK, the socially oppressive nature of bureaucracy, and the profound self-delusional power of the human spirit. And bad plastic surgery.

Pi – Faith In Chaos. Darren Aronofsky’s (Requiem For A Dream, The Fountain) debut indie film about a math genius, obsessed with finding a steady numerical pattern underlying the stock market, who gets a lot more than he bargained for when he finds it.

A Scanner Darkly. The best Philip K. Dick adaptation ever made. In a U.S. under constant, all-pervading government surveillance, an undercover narcotics cop – hopelessly addicted to a nasty new street drug called Substance D – is tasked with investigating a D addict who may be deeply connected in the drug’s distribution network. The suspect: him.

Primer. The smartest time travel film I’ve ever seen. A couple of suburban Apple-esque garage hackers accidentally invent a limited form of time travel, and use – and abuse – it the way most average modern real-life suburbanites would. Incredibly smart movie, one you’ll have to see at least twice before really appreciating what the hell is going on. Brilliant, brilliant indie flick.

I Heart Huckabees. This one’s just too bizarre for words. An extremely odd movie about corporate conventionalism, featuring “existential detectives” played by Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin. Great film, just way weird.

And probably my favorite all-time weird movie..

Bubba HoTep. Okay, follow me on this one.

Elvis Presley (Bruce Campbell) didn’t die in 1977 – that was a damned good Elvis impersonator who swapped lives with Elvis, leaving Presley to live a happy, carefree and unentangled life as an anonymous performer again. Then the real Elvis lost the only proof that he was the real Elvis. Then he broke his hip and ended up in a nursing home in rural Texas, old and bitter and regretful and unbelieved by everyone, trapped forever in the life of an Elvis impersonator. The only one who believes his story is John F. Kennedy – an elderly black resident who insists that the government dyed him black and has part of his brain in a jar in Washington.

When a cursed Egyptian mummy invades their nursing home, only Elvis and JFK – unbelieved and generally considered highly dotty – are left in position to fight it.

Bubba HoTep is my all-time favorite weird movie, just because it’s an entirely insane story idea (based on a novella by Joe R. Lansdale) and has no business working – but it does. And well. What would otherwise be just a goofball idiotic Elvis monster romp actually becomes a highly poignant story about aging, regrets, and reflections on fame, courage and life.

You guys got any over-the-top weird movies that you love and could recommend?

Posted in Diversions

Overheard

Nov02
2008
Kristi Written by Kristi

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“I dunno, I’m not hungry.”

“Because you eat animals during the night.”

“What?”

“That’s why we don’t have squirrels around here.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me I’m the Chupacabra?”

Well then..

Oct21
2008
Kristi Written by Kristi

Some days I wonder why anything is worth the bother. I get testy, cry at the drop of a hat and I don’t think much is worth doing. I’ve gotten a lot better in my advanced age at holding my tongue when I shouldn’t speak and finding the balance between passion and being a complete ass. I don’t always succeed but I’m getting there.

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
till the landslide brought me down

Today was a brutal day at work for a variety of reasons. My students were fine, but there are always other things that make me bite my tongue.

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder.
Children get older;
Im getting older too.

I took a bit of a risk today and talked about how I’ve felt regarding some things at work. Five years ago, I would’ve kept my trap shut and suffered in silence. But not now. Life is too short. I’m tired of just “putting up and shutting up” to go with the flow. And even though I felt like I was a bit all over the place, especially after lunch, I stood up for my feelings. I didn’t just swallow it down like the desperate 14 year old I’ve felt like of late, desperate for friends, to be liked, to have people talk to me. And while what I’ve said may rock the boat a bit, it was worth it. I’m tired of there being this festering wound.

Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around.
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills,
Well the landslide will bring it down.

And when I come home, my husband is there with a kind word. A hug. Encouragement.  Ice Cream and Fleetwood Mac. He’s smart enough to leave me alone to blast music, to write, to hum to myself, to have a cry and a whinge, to fall into myself.  And then he’s there with a quiet glance, a kiss on the back of the head, restoring my faith in humanity, the kindness of men and the lusciousness of having a soft place to fall each night.

Posted in Work
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