Like The World's Longest Nano...

 since I lost it in 2007, but my novel "Such A Great Body" is finished today.

Taking my kinkos moment....

Bohemian Crip Watches Movies: Licorice Pizza

Most other reviewers liked it, too.

These days, it feels unusual to think a movie is great…indeed, sometimes cultural changes make me rethink some old favorites. That’s why it was so refreshing to love “Licorice Pizza” at a time when I was beginning to think I couldn’t love a new movie, or indeed, much else about this covidious era. It would seem so easy just to forget to add things and hide out with “Rockford Files” repeats.

Indeed, the movie does feel like my memories of the seventies, which of course, time and being a small child(I was only six at decade’s end) have given the stretched out and somewhat dreamlike quality of a photo your family has made up a family legend about.

Most refreshing were the performances from the two leads, both getting introduced with this film.

Not much to take about in the usual terms of a Bohemian Crip review, but it will always seem like science fiction to see people bounding into cars or racing up stairs.

 

This Woke Me Up Last Night...

 taking a chance that it's not garbage,

The caller told me,

she thought she would quit.

Dirty money took the joy out of it.

"I put all my hopes in that someone would win."

"I don't want to get hurt again"

Aside from reminding her

most life is pain,

assuring she won't take my calls again,

while my fingers kept up their

usual pace...

my mind was in a questioning space.

If I looked at politics and 

decided I quit,

what would I do, instead of it?

When was my time?
Where is my place?
Should I just find a handicapped space?

my bridges are burned if they ever existed

(I *told* you that bill was tight-fisted)

My ceiling's not glass,

it's probably titanium,

leaving a mark upon my cranium.

my past was too tame,

my future's probably not pleasant,

my only choice,

is to fight in the present!!

I think means-testing is...

 state-sanctioned abuse of poor people that sounds sensible if you identify with the kind of rich people that set it up rather than the people who get it imposed on them.

I may have to accept it, but I'll never cheer it on.

Living it is so different from thinking it up.