so much to talk about. herbs and "herbs". the C-- upstairs and the eargasm earplugs. shit, what else? another mystery illness. bingo and jeopardy in senior subsidized heaven. oh yes, our weekly interspecies family meetings.more about my animals of course...
but i was so fascinated and moved by that film, about the Momentum Generation. and i know nothing and had almost no interest in surfing. it's on hbo, i think? it tracks the relationships of a disenfranchized -- not sure this is the right term but these guys all came from seriously dysfunctional families and they found comfort and inspiration from banding together. the story of their intertwined experiences with surfing and life in general is more compelling than i could have imagined. i'm not in a good writing space but i just wanted to make people aware of a little gem of a film that might not sound intriguing.
there is a lot in the documentary about kelly slater, the top surfer in the world. so i was excited about the article about kelly slater and his Wave Machine that really works that showed up in the latest new yorker. haven't read more than a small bit of it but i can already tell that it's pretty interesting even though this is so not my Thang.
of course i know that it's not a coincidence that the article is out now and so timely. but i think it's kind of cool when you find yourself enchanted by a subject that you previously had no interest in. so i could not recommend this film more highly.
i was going to say, not that anyone has any interest in my recommendations. but fuck that. my opinion does matter, dude.
more about this stuff in another post... mostly right now, i am so disappointed in myself for losing My Momentum. i was so excited about doing some Real Writing. which is stuff outside of my daily gratitude journal, and somehow i lost my way. part of it is the mystery illness that makes me really hazy which is very distressing. and the shit with the person upstairs who tortures me. and i am not being dramatic by using this term. probably just a perfect storm of a lot of crap.
but at least i did this so that is a start, right?
oh wow, my sweet sweet sweet senior service dog cocoa chanel is being so freaking cute. shit, i wanted to upload a photo of her but i can't find where my pictures are. every time someone organizes something for me, i can't find a freaking thing. never mind. she's in my Big Photo.
anyway, i get her these things called Whimzees. they are basically just Greenies in the shape of alligators. but the shape makes me so happy and she LOVES them. but the very very cute part is that she thinks that everyone wants her whimzee, including me, her pack leader.
so she takes it in to her crate and guards it carefully. and then she carries it over to the couch and holds it close but then she falls asleep, being an old broad, and its just lying next to her. and, having no cognitive function, she doesn't realize that it's at risk.
and oh yes, of course she thinks that our gigantic transgender kitty bobby seale the tiny black panther wants her whimzee too. but she always thinks that he wants her bones or greenies or what have you...
more about all kinds of stuff tomorrow. i have to get my momentum back because it felt so good to be back in this verbal saddle.
love love love and gratitude...