THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

My power of memory has weakened a lot this year because without going back into the archives of my blog to see what I've written about things I've done, thought, felt – not all that much comes to mind… oh wait, hit the pause button for a second… i’m getting a flash of memories now, like that infamous encapsulation we are all promised to have in the moments before we die, i remember now! you know, this was actually a pretty fantastic year for me and i don’t have anything at all to complain about it. all those tweets and statuses you read about “glad this one’s over”, “hope next year’s better”… patooey! I only hope that next year is HALF as great as this one was! I got to travel three times this year! twice to Los Angeles when i got to spend a week each time visiting two of my oldest and best friends on this planet; Alan and Vicki. i got to take my life’s work to Los Angeles and  Chicago (Chicago was the third place i travelled to this year) which produced stupendous results. I g...

well, i must have bitched and moaned loudly enough in that last entry that i got the attention of someone somewhere, and my record breaking voice/phone silence has been broken. long story short, someone i’ve connected with on the internet felt interested (and comfortable) enough to get on the phone with a stranger. a really beautiful, and talented (photographer) lady that lives in South Carolina, that i’ve met through the tumblr blog system got me talking the other night (for 3 hours!). she did most of the talking, heheh, but it was sweet all the same. it’s not a love-connection by any means, which is nice too. no pressure. the really cool thing though? she loves to send text messages and she is the first person i’ve known in all the years that i’ve owned cam-phones that enjoys sending photographs back and forth!!!  you can check out her tumblr blog here: InnocentHeathen She doesn’t really show her own photography here, but just samplings of the type of art/photography that she fi...

had a bit of a reality check last night during an online chat with a friend that lives so far away (geographically) karmic odds are that i’ll most likely never meet this person in the flesh, when it hit me, i don’t talk much. and i mean that literally. spoken words do not exit my mouth except on rare occasions of being polite with shopkeepers. i don’t speak. there really is no one “special” in my life that i feel comfortable enough to have conversations using my voice with. i think it is just a phase consistent with the season, although that’s a faulty excuse, argument. it’s not just because it’s cold and wet outside that i don’t feel like talking. it’s deeper than that. i’ve crossed a line, probably many, many years ago where i transformed from an external, worldly conversationalist to a silent observer and listener. i not only do not strike up conversations with strangers at bus stops or in cafes, but i no longer feel a need to have conversations with close compatriots. i used to hav...

this is a hard post to write. i can’t figure out how to get started. it’s going to go deep and i may say some things i’ll later regret making public, but i won’t mention names and most likely anyone that i may upset won’t read this anyway. it’s all about me, anyway, not them. so i found out a few hours ago that one of the people that have most strongly influenced my personal creative instincts in this world, in this lifetime, passed away. he is someone that has been living reclusively for a number of decades now, but the art/music he created in his early/productive years is something that i consider to be of grand merit. he is the musician Captain Beefheart. his music got under my skin when i first listened to it as an 18 year old and i was fortunate enough to be able to see him perform live twice in San Francisco (1977 at The Great American Music Hall, 1978 at The Old Waldorf). The first time I saw his band play was one of those experiences that go down in your books as classic and ...

Aronofsky’s films are not easy to watch. Never have been, never (God willing) will be. The box office allure of Black Swan rides on the wings of the star power of Natalie Portman and if this is what it takes to get people to crawl out of their sheltered, watered down film going experiences, more power to Daron for choosing her for the role. In my opinion, Natalie was perfectly cast. Role of a lifetime? Umm, maybe not quite yet, but she beat the shit out of this character with such ferocity, I’m still struggling to catch my breath as images flash through my mind from last night’s viewing. Strange episode this has been, waiting for this film to open. It is one of the first films in a long time that I was ready on opening day to be first in line to buy a ticket to see. Yet the distributors chose to only release it in major cities on December 3rd, and made the rest of the smaller venues in America wait a week. In that week of waiting, a lot of my anticipatory excitement diminished. So muc...

two things are pissing me off today. the main one is that BLACK SWAN is only playing in two theaters in the entire San Francisco Bay Area. that’s a two hour ride into and out of the city on BART and then fighting the odds that every other sad-sack like me that wants to see it tonight won’t be there in line too. why the hell do they build up all this hype to get EVERYONE to want to go see it and then choke us off? freaking ridiculous. the only thing i can figure is that it’s a ploy by the movie studios to get everyone excited about seeing a movie tonight/this weekend and then leaving us to go see something else, like 127 HOURS. i know i should go see 127 HOURS but i don’t know if i’m really up for it. i mean, i should man up and just do it. RIGHT?! the other rant i have is about my cell phone company. they displeased me twice this week. firstly, they told me that i used over 5gb of data on my unlimited data plan and that for the rest of the current billing period they are going to “res...