April 11th, 2012

Oregon Coast 1

In these parlous times...

Things are tough for lots of us. Frustrations, depression, struggles, break-ups, difficult endings without enough good beginnings to make up for them... to paraphrase Sad Noodle, it makes it tough to get along.

So we've EARNED a picture of Johnny Cash with a kitten.

Johnny Cash and kitten. What else do you need?

You're welcome.
Whale fluke

The latest worst idea

Here's the latest reason there still hasn't been a good film version of Moby-Dick, never mind how deep and dense the mid-19th century prose is and how hard it is to translate that mood and tone to a modern movie (remember, not even Ray M'F'ing Bradbury and John M'F'ing Huston quite managed it):

Modern Hollywood executives would want Moby Dick to be a zombie whale. "That's why he's white; he's not albino, he's rotting! And that's why he's so powerful and hard to catch; he doesn't know his own strength! And that's why sharks follow it! Food! And if he's a zombie, we can make it more sympathetic, like Bub in Day of the Dead or Big Daddy in Land of the Dead. Because we have to have more Moby Dick in this; the book barely has him..."*

(I also can picture execs asking "Does he have to be a he? Hey, the book just assumes Moby Dick's male!")

Or maybe Hollywood would want the whale to have jet engines on his flukes and machine guns on his flippers. (He would if he appeared in Axe Cop.) Or be a submarine in a whale disguise! That's how Captain Nemo avoided 19th century authorities! And would explain why Moby Dick is so much larger than a sperm whale should be!

...I think maybe reading Moby-Dick has possibly warped my brain. More. I mean warped it more.

* I'm being flippant, but there's a serious attempt to write a version of Moby-Dick where the whale really is a zombie. At least it was still serious as of this blog entry...
  • Current Mood
    surprised IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW
Me 2 (B&W)

Good Deeds and Satisfying Deeds

Doing good can feel good. Positive reinforcement!

For years I've had used camera equipment, mainly from my Grandpa Irv, that I didn't need anymore. And now I don't have it anymore; here's to more cleared space in my place. I emailed a photo equipment supply place, Pro Photo Supply, to ask Would you buy this stuff? And if not, who would you suggest I sell or donate to? A person from the store's Used Department was kind enough to reply We don't buy that kind of equipment, but here are places that you could sell or donate to. The donate-to place they recommended was Focus on Youth, which gives young people a chance they likely wouldn't otherwise have to use cameras and get creative with them. A few back-and-forths on email with the person who runs it later, and I knew what to do, and today after noon I drove to a drop-off place.

And with that good deed done, I did the satisfying deed of then driving to the Mississippi St. neighborhood and Bridge City Comics, where I splurged on two copies of Caitlin R. Kiernan's new comic Alabaster: Wolves and the Kate Beaton hardcover Hark! A Vagrant, her nicely skewed take on all sorts of history. (It's like her comic strips in convenient printed form! That's because IT IS.) Both works by artists I want to support, so that makes it a good deed, too. It definitely was satisfying.

So was having late lunch at Javier's, a Mexican place that's both A) good and B) open 24 hours. I've said it before: Portland should be able to support more 24-hour places. And one of these days I'll patronize Javier's late one night, maybe when I can be a night owl again. I was once, before. But, in the meantime, I can support it in daytime.
  • Current Music
    Jerry Goldsmith's score to "Total Recall"