Saturday, Apr. 09, 2005
The Blind Leading The Way
A lot can change in a short while. I am planning to take a variation of cosmicrayola's suggestion. She recommended that I put the name of twenty cities into a hat and pick one at random, go with that.
I think that idea is good, just not planning to start with twenty cities.
No, I didn't decide to stay. The time is long past due for me to go, and yesterday's lead news story was the last nail in that particular coffin. I'm so ready to leave town that if I hadn't already given a month's notice, I would be leaving sooner. However, if I want a recommendation from the college president -- or anyone associated with the college, for that matter -- I figure I'd better ask for a letter of recommendation. because our local political machine just went through the college organization with a machine gun and wiped out everyone.
I hope they enjoy the civil war that they just ignited. I'm also very, very glad I won't be here to get killed in the crossfire. It ain't gonna be pretty.
On a personal level, I obviously had to revise my plans. But it might work out for the best. In the middle of a telephone conversation last night, a light bulb went on in my head. (It helps to change the bulb now and then, I guess. It had apparently been dead for a while, but giving my notice seemed to have reconnected the power.)
I haven't had the chance to talk to anyone yet, but several things (and several alternative destinations) are on my list. I know several people in California, but I can't afford rent there and staying with anyone I know there would really not be feasible. However, I have friends in New Orleans and in a little town in northern Wyoming that have invited me. At the moment I'm leaning toward Wyoming, though there's that name in the hat thing. Being alone and walking away with nothing has its advantages. It means that I can literally go anywhere. While it would be nice to have a lace to stay, it's not essential, not at this time of year. My Texas connection is a nice thought, too, but that comes with its own set of complications, not the least of which is that the family will be overseas at the time I would have to be there.
Thank you for everyone who's making suggestions, and I promise you, I'm paying attention.
I'm at my sister's house for the weekend so will have to do a diary catch-up tomorrow once I get home. It's been a surreal few days. I guess I get a taste of stepping out on faith, believing that everything will work out.
Little Sister and I spent the day working on her house. Since her ex moved out she's been cleaning - for a solid month now. We tore apart her computer room, took out the area rug, and scrubbed, dusted, removed dogs, scrubbed, removed cats, washed, removed dogs and cats, wiped, removed... well, you get the idea. After all of that we were going to rent a movie, but still couldn't get Finding Neverland or Spanglish, the only two we really wanted to see. So instead we came back and thumbed through my sister's collection.
Little Sis pulled out a videotape version of the Jim Carey movie, The Majestic.
Just in case someone here missed it, I panned Carey's summer movie, Lemony Snicket. It reeked, y'all. I'm sorry, but I just loathed it.
That review does NOT mean that I don't like Jim Carey's work. He's one of the most versatile and amazing young performers I've seen. And The Majestic is one heck of a remarkable example. My sister said she has had trouble getting people to sit down and watch it because they say they're not fans of Jim Carey.
Trust me on this. Watching this movie will change that, though I already liked him in other performances.
It is a period drama, set in the time of Hollywood blacklisting. Carey plays a B-movie playwright trying to break into the A listing when he's targeted for supposed communist ties. But a not-so-funny thing happens on the way to a Congressional hearing that will determine whether his star rises in Hollywood or he makes a detour into jail.
He goes for a drink or few, then goes driving. With a blood alcohol content that's presumably a few points above the legal limit, he takes a wrong turn into the river.
When he comes to, a dog is licking his face and he can't recall who he is; but when he's led back to some little Mayberry in the middle of the century, everyone there swears that he's one of their native sons returned from WW II after having gone missing nearly a decade earlier.
And he doesn't know any better, though he is quick to tell everyone he doesn't remember.
What follows is a great deal of "is he, isn't he?" And like Carey's character, just when you think you've got things figured out, along comes another question, then an answer that doesn't quite fit.
I confess to getting teary-eyed in some of the scenes. The performances were extraordinary all around. I didn't buy the bucolic perfection of the town at first, and was prepared to dump on that; but there were later haunting moments to compensate. Well worth watching.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )