Monday, December 22, 2008

Gran Torino

Gran Torino is a car but now it is the name of the latest Clint Eastwood movie.  It was good.  Now we are just relaxing in the afterglow of it.  In fact, I have to say that old Clint finally came through once again.  He returned to those spaghetti western/outlaw josie wales/dirty harry days.  It wasn't some dark, brooding depressing beyond all fuck as some of his latest have been.  you know what i mean.  the changeling, mystic river, million dollar baby type of thing that is brutal with no pay off at the end.  yeah that's right.  i like a pay off at the end of my movie.  i want to see the hero overcome the odds to win someway or another.    
i wish a could write some more tonight, but I am tired as a man can be after waking up at 4 am unable to sleep again.  for whatever reason that may be.  ahahaha.  

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Just to get relax

so i just want somewhere to write and get into being creative again.  so that is that.  anyhow, i wanted to talk about this thing i do when i am trying to sleep.  it is comforting.  i think of a pitcher throwing a pitch and then a hitter either swinging and hitting the ball or missing. sometimes the batter takes the pitch.  the scene is always in a ball field out in a fairly desolate area, nice weather, warm but not hot and usually no one or very few people around except for the teams fielded.  
i am not sure why this is so comforting, but it always relaxes me.  it puts me in a meditative state of mind.  i suppose it is the setting of the symmetry of the ball field combined with the nice day in a desolate place.  i believe i am describing just before the big boom of strip malls filling in even in the most country of locations.  maybe it is me longing of the city of orange where i was raised in the 80's when it was a basic place without much pretense.  it just was a place. 
i also like the motion of the pitcher in my head, mostly a lefty, curling his arm and releasing a curveball with perfect break.  and the hitter driving the ball into the gap.  or missing.  over and over again.  just the motions of the players smoothly moving.  sort of like clockwork.  
so like clockwork, this will happen tonight and and any other time i wish to slow down.