Close the Eyes, Plug the Ears

I pride myself on knowing as much as I can when it comes to film, movies, cinema, whatever you want to call it. I read movie news sites hourly. I post on movie message boards hourly. I constantly check for newly released trailers for movies and will often watch new trailers four or five times. Having all this knowledge is exciting for me. I love talking about with people. I love dropping facts here and there. What's the price for this over exposure? The price is the potential for losing some of my innocence and awe when I first see a movie. By the time I see almost any movie I've already read multiple in-depth articles on it, the script, the actors, and the director. I've already seen anywhere from five to fifteen minutes of the movie through trailers and video diary things online. Trailers are big on showing you a lot of the most exciting looking stuff from the movie, which makes the trailers a lot of fun to watch to get that initial "WOAH!" just sitting at home. I've been thinking about it, and I miss that first moment of amazement that I used to get in the theater. Which is why, for my one of my most personally anticipated movies "Watchmen," I'm going to try to the best of my abilities to avoid all press on the movie. This means no message boards, no trailers, no articles, no screen shots, or anything else like that. I've already read the comic for which the movie is based, so in that I already have a sense of what the story and themes will be, but I expect the visuals to be pretty mind blowing. I would recommend "Watchmen" to everyone. It's a fantastic comic book, but more than that it's a fantastic book. The movie is being directed by Zack Snyder, the man that brought us "300." "Watchmen" is set for a January '09 release date.

Love Note Future

I have loved many people in my life, but have I even been in love? Is there a difference? Or maybe I never have felt love. Maybe no one really knows what love is. Maybe only a few people in history have ever felt true love, and they simply can't explain to other people what it feels like. Maybe love doesn't have to hurt. Maybe marriage isn't work. Maybe we only accept the pain because others have felt it. Is it wrong to leave love when it hurts? If it hurts, is it really love? Is the pursuit of love purely a selfish one? And if your intentions are selfish can you really be in love? Or are you just experiencing what you expect love to be? Maybe love is truly unique in every incarnation, and love is whatever we want it to be.

While thinking about these questions I imagined being truly in love, and I imagined what I would say to the one I love. However cheesy, it sounded right to me, and like I said, maybe love is simply what each of us makes of it.

I will love you as I do the black keys. Often not appreciated for the sad song they sing. I hear the beautiful ring as each hammer strikes each wire. I've heard the song sung by the white keys many times. It's not that I've heard all the possible note combination's, but it is the mystery and melancholy of the whites darker relative that truly stirs.

Her

On the train I site next to a man. He's in the window seat, but he stares only at the seat in front of him. I have a feeling about this man. He's waiting for something. What I don't know for sure, but his index finger twitches like a trigger finger in the old west. The air on the train is still and recycled. A train worker paces the aisles as a warden to her cells. The train pulls into a stop. Those getting off shuffle slowly. Those getting on stumble over themselves. A woman, who's history you could read in the creases running across her face, cries. She waves, and continues to weep. She cannot be consoled. People pass by her taking a second glance and nothing more. One man smiles at the novelty of someone in the throws of emotion. She waves frantically with one hand as the train leaves and she stays. Her other hand smears the mascara cascading down her cheeks. She knew that morning, when she chose to wear mascara, that she would cry. She knew, but she wanted to look pretty for her daughter. She was so proud of her. Going off to the big city to be someone. A dream she once had. Her daughter, with no credit going to her mother, was smart and ambitious. The mother lowers her hand. She feels a twinge in her joints. Each wince from the pain a clock winding down to inevitability. She cries because she didn't make it. She cries because her daughter did. She cries because she can't find the words to tell her daughter that she's the only thing that means anything. That she is beautiful like the world has never known. That she's smart like her mother has never known. That she is loved like love has never known, and will never know again. She cries because she knows that when her daughter's hands glide across the black and white keys in Carnegie Hall, she will be long gone. She cries because she knows that while the audience givers her daughter a standing ovation, she will say that she wants to thank everyone for coming out, and that she wishes her mother were still alive to see her now. She cries because she loves, beause she dreams, because she wants. She cries because there are simply no words.

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Where oh where?

Outside the air is crisp and the moon is bright. One leg after the other I walk through experience to my destination. Something in my pocket. A vibration. The phone's screen shines brightly, almost rival to the heavenly bodies above me. A text message, "I miss u." Pause. Thought...


I miss me too.



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Price On The Wings Of An Eagle

Gas prices rising, movie ticket prices rising, economy in decline, air carriers shutting down, and we're, according to George Bush, not in a recession. I'm not really sure if that first sentence makes any sense, but oh well. First, gas prices.

I don't own a car, or anything that uses gasoline for that matter, but I still feel a little sticker shock every time I walk by a gas station. Part of me hopes that higher gas prices will mean people being more creative about getting from point A to point B, and reducing their carbon foot print. I also hope it means new solutions for truck drivers, and for air carriers. At the same time, I worry, because I don't want to see people simply slip into despair and apathy because air lines are shutting down, or because a store raises their prices because a lot of truck drivers on going on strike. People are loosing money in their jobs, and then their getting kicked while there down trying to make it home to their families. I'm not saying I don't want changes towards cleaner cars and forms of transport, I just wish people didn't have to be put under all this pressure. My friend Dedric and I were talking about this, and we both agree that in the future, there will be a point for the human race, a cracking point, and we were wondering which way the world would crack. Either it will crack and people will see the error in their ways and find the motivation to make the changes that need to be made, or, people will simply slip into a panicked despair, and lose all hope. I don't know what I'm even saying anymore. Bah. Also, movie ticket prices are going up around the country because of declining numbers of patrons, but trust me, with more and more home theaters out there, raising prices is not the way to get people back in your door. Especially not when parents want to take their kids out to the movies and it ends up costing $50, when they could just make a bag of popcorn and rent a movie for under $10. Razzle dazzle. Funk.

I Sit And Watch...

I watch the cars pull out of town
And I think
I watch the planes take off
And I think
I watch the boats sail away
And I think
I watch the bikes pedal
I watch the people run
I watch the rockets fly
And I think "Take me with you"