I wouldn’t watch Star Wars without music but listening to the music apart, in sequence, I see the movie. Every stirring drum roll or trumpet blare, violin sing and bass moan puts the scene in my head.
A true master. Broad, proud brushstrokes, going for the brass ring and not just getting it but spinning off into a whole new galaxy of movie music.
I can think of no better marriage of film and music. And the best ending: the death star explodes, strings dance and diminish. Then the throne room closing.
All wordless, building movingly to climax and credits. No one ever had their screen credit in quite the same way as George had in Star Wars. He gets full credit for that masterpiece but it would be a small fraction of the film without John Williams.
The best make others better.
You take control of their gross body and its strengths and weaknesses. Limp? Blind? Your being inside doesn’t heal them so pick hosts in full control of their faculties.
We digitize your id, Stan, and put it inside people, all sorts of people.
What did you think was going on? We take people over, it’s what we do.
I think they’re in good hands with Pete Docter and Jennifer Lee. Best of luck.
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Dogs return to purity faster than we do, I think, if they’re ever pushed away from it.
They’re bred as companions, whether by their intention or ours, and they love it. I’d like to think I could find a glimmer in a dog who’s only been taught cruelty or neglect.
I’ve not always done all I could for my pets, life being life, but they all had a good life.
No unwanted dogs, cats, whatever your choice but make sure they have a good life, or at least as little pain as possible and as much joy as they want. They’re worth it.
Imagine living when the Model T was young then vault into flying shuttles? I missed the forties and fifties and I love the sixties but that big a leap stunned me. Mark Twain wrote about leaping from modern times to bows and arrows. There’s a scene in Life of Brian when he is snatched into a spaceship for a few seconds but oh my god. Blows your mind. From the birth of WWII to universal peace. E=mC squared then speaking in Einstein Coordinates. 1940 to 2154. Missed a lot of shit, now playing catch-up.
We all hear voices, some more than others. I have one I call nope because I’m never doing anything he thinks I should do.
A writer says he should build a greenhouse but he’s writing someone else to do it.
I’m at the point in my script where I need to do some major work and I keep coming back to the same thing: I need to keep it simple. I feel the need to add texture and detail but keep pulling back. It’s complicated as it is: basically a three-character show, and lots of time travel. Fun travel and sick travel and I need to stay focussed on where this goes and not get over my head. I have enough to do just keeping it my head, more or less. Right now, I can tell you where in the story every concept fits but just because I can doesn’t mean I should expect the partaker of this joy to be able to. Clean, straight, no subplots. I think I have enough meat with what I have now; I just need to work with it. It’s been more or less complete for weeks now, just nibbling away at it, often cutting huge swathes from it but always a better story.
But it needs work and I don’t know if I’m up to it. Do I seek simplicity because I doubt my talents? Everyone I’ve ever read says to just keep writing, so I keep writing.
The true test of time: being remembered. And let’s face it, the shorter the better. Jesus, Buddha, Hitler, Madonna, Oprah, Obama, the Duke, Elvis, Diana, goes over better than the Archduke Ferdinand and still he gets remembered. Short and sweet.
We can all picture someone if I saw the name Bob, or John, or whatever, someone, but longer names are harder. I sat down one day years ago to do a memory test on my self: who could I name, without help, from my past. And I’m a gypsy, so I change friendships like most change jobs.
And I found that I could easily remember dozens of male names, first, last and sometimes even middle but could remember no more that a tenth as many women’s names beyond their first name. I guess it’s because I know more guys than girls, I get it, but this ratio was pathetic. Now I have trouble remembering anyone’s name beyond the moment it leaves their lips. “Hi, you were…?”
Had to do a space after the last character. Getting picky in my old age. But honestly, listening to music and typing my thoughts is about the best way I can spend my time.
The last century or so has seen such dramatic changes in how we see the world. Most thought somebody else was out there, or lots of somebodies, but they all believed in what you could see and had issues extending their thoughts past that point. Explain to me again about this invisible god?
And the we get the good news: we are infinitesimal in the whole thing, or the core of it all, depending on how you think. Listening the Holst’s The Planets makes me think of how grand everything is. Fucking beyond enormous. It’s so enormous we can’t get our heads around it.
So, which is better? Are we all part of a greater good or is there a god out there who likes some better than others so they suffer and you prosper?
Think in the big scale and you’re overwhelmed. Bring it down to size and you’re just as overwhelmed. From infinite vastness to a blackhole in your heart, it can be overwhelming.
Where do we go from here? Locally, change the Constitution, as it was designed to be, and put ethos into law. I am my brother’s keeper. I should not lose my house because I get sick. No one should feel pain, hunger or want. Pretty basic shit and getting even that is almost impossible.
Vastness. Astronauts talk of the overwhelming feeling they get when they see Earth from space. And all this in a few centuries. Let’s not kill the arc that we’re on because we disagree on basic issues. Let’s help each other.
I’m tired of this shit. I kept away for severals days, sneak back in for a peek and sure as shit, he’s done something else or another bad act has been exposed. Jesus H. Fucking Christ. We can’t all fix it, I know, because of how it’s been gifted to us, elections and all, but they did put in strong countermeasures and we blew past those last year.
What would Lincoln say about America, right know? Hard to say but I wonder if his sensibilities would work, i.e., is there a tangible good that can be discerned or is the discernment what makes us humans? He’s thrust upon us often as a hallmark of the best but what would he think? I’ve read a few speeches but I think we agree on the basics, the same hallmarks define how each president is thought of after. Some are ridiculed from the get-go, others history tastes for awhile, and some are fucking obvious: they knew, man they knew what they lost in Lincoln. Immediately after he passed, someone said “and now, he belongs to the ages.” They knew.
Who else? Washington, obviously and Adams, Jefferson, Monroe, the big ones but then you get done to the middle group, and even they change: Andrew Jackson has been immortalized for decades only to find out that he was a real dick. Bad, bad guy but I never heard that in school. Roosevelt still evokes awe, on both sides, and Reagan will always be worshipped but the we hear shit about JFK and it breaks my heart. He was a good man, I know, but he had his faults and he was at the crux of the Cold War, I just wish he were a better man. The man I thought he was.
And there in lies the rub: how can anyone live up to that? My picture of someone else. Our pictures of each other and ourselves. Shrinks have been rich for decades in that market.
Sometimes someone does. I know Truman’s story as much as I know any of them, thanks to McCullough’s book, and he was a good man. He got to office via “the boss” but in the end he was okay. The buck stops here. I don’t think he knowingly lied to us but I think he underestimated Stalin, like Obama underestimated right wing frenzy at being the first black man elected to that office. I think he truly cared but couldn’t fight such a strong opposition.
But Obama seems to be rating very highly, by those who cast their glances backwards and can begin to see long term effects. And again, he was a good guy: didn’t cheat on his wife, almost zero scandal. I read that he posited that he might have been too early. What a shame. He might be on Mount Rushmore, or its equivalent someday.
Then the elephant in the room, or should I saw the elephant in the country, not only doing bad things with our friends but kissing up to our non friends. And I understand new age thinking but there is evil in this world. Ad he’s in charge.
I have two pieces fighting for attention in my head: Nirvana’s All Apologies and Beethoven’s Ninth.
Today it’s Pearl Jam’s Jeremy and Holst’s The Planets.
Everyone who has children wants to ensure their wellbeing after they die. For a liberal, that means college is affordable, so they get an education. For a conservative, that means making sure every penny they make can be passed onto their children. Therein lies the rub: those two mindsets do not always get along.
Deleted Facebook and stopped going to Google News every few minutes, as I can no longer handle the constant onslaught of bad news. Break with old habits.
Now that I have solid feedback from Orion (“I love your premise”) I can go through the script and clean it up.
“It’s better to ask for the earth than to take it.”
J. B. Priestly
An Inspector Calls
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I have never hurt a woman and have never known of an abuse by or to a friend of mine. Not to say abuse doesn’t occur; mountains of evidence proves men hurt women and for any number of reasons, none of them valid.
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No animal will be killed before the natural end of their life, except in terms of euthanasia.
Animals will not be force bred, except when necessary to save the species from extinction, and then only as a last measure.
Eating meat will gradually vanish as animals die naturally and are eaten.
An application or process that represents the sounds of individual instruments as colors and shapes by filtering the unique pitch of each instrument. The process would distinguish between violins and horns, for example, and then apply a user-defined pattern or value to a visual representation unique to that user and piece of music.
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I see a wordmix every time I see an ad for that real estate company and if I’m the only one who sees it, then my wife is right.
I find the word’s center, between the d and the f, and see the word fin and, conversely, the letters der, both outwards from the center. And I see finder, the Mac file explorer.
If no one else sees it my wife’s right: I’m nuts.
We fall down Alice’s rabbit hole, lost in Wikipedia, or the web but watching what Netflix picks for me is falling down the algorithm.
Our minds expand as new data enters. Screened but still entering, vivid images of violence nest and grow. Deeper exposure to extreme depictions, or genuine experience, change us.
We think in terms of seeing full circle; the awareness of all that we can see. Put that on a cosmic level and we can see to infinity in an infinite number of directions. A few degrees, taken to infinity and we would miss entire constellations, to points beyond our vision. Endless tangents, as far as our vision will take us.
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Picture a housing development that uses the main street of a small town as its addressing, like, I live at the post office, Bill lives in the bail bondsman, Susie the barber. Would we all take on our residence? Would the guy who lives in the sheriff’s officer lead the neighborhood? I relayed messages? I wonder…
Musings on the abandoned desert, vanished liberalism.
It’s best to be listening to the noted piece while reading to feel the pacing.
Algorithms look for commonalities, “trending” or you-might-like-this, sending us in the same direction, same views.
I feel that I’ve reached a landmark with the script: V9.4. Feels complete, in some ways. Filling in, fixing, expanding, but the piece seems complete.
“the hypothesis that evolutionary development is marked by isolated episodes of rapid speciation between long periods of little or no change.”
What we need is some punctuation, break this nauseating, endless spewing of bad news and change things. Look at the major changes in history: war and revolution, although you could safely say they’re the same.