sweetheart redux

 John Durer Melancholia Lars Von Trier Kristen Dunst Melancholia

I’m taking a break from pissing in the wind posting my novella Yesteryou (an adventure and a love story) to piss in the wind giving my opinions on movies and songs I’ve recently consumed.   Anyone who knows me knows that I love to watch movies and read books all day every day; I guess it’s my version of having a short attention span, though I consider it a tiny bit better than other people’s short attention spans (who doesn’t find their own habits a bit superior?) because at least I’m not screwing around on a smartphone all day like the rest of the world (old lady rant).   After I read something or see something, though, I always wish I could talk about it with someone, so here are some unsystematically recorded thoughts. Hip-Hop The last 5 years or so, I think I listen to Hip-Hop more than any other type of music, which I constantly amaze myself over, because it is definitely not in keeping with my sense of aesthetics.   I like things to be tender and...

4. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon, one of the very few rainy days Los Angeles residents see in a year, when George would first meet both Richard and Beth. "Beth, now I was hoping you'd be coming in his way, I got a problem I need your help with," her favorite security guard was telling her as she arrived at the library that morning. "Oh, hi Franklin.   Did you run out of cigarettes?   I can loan you a pack for the day, I have 2 in my purse." "No not today, I'm getting them by the carton at that Armenian place across the street now.   But I know you good with cats and there's a baby one stuck under the building, near the planter out front.   I saw it this morning, and I was fussing with him for a while trying to get ahold of him but then I had to punch in my time card.   Can you ask Lorraine," that was Beth's supervisor, a casual sort of woman likely to allow any request from Beth, "if you can go look for the kitten?   I ...

3. What happened that night of their only date is that, finally, she would not let herself believe that he was attracted to her.   When the group of co-workers left them alone at their table again, James looked at Beth, sighed and joked, "I thought they'd never leave," though the group had only visited with them for a few minutes.   His hand found hers under the table.   His touch startled her and she flinched, which caused them to giggle, but Beth's smile left her face too suddenly.   "Are you tired?   Your bus stop is before mine, so we could probably catch the 10:30 bus together." "Oh, um, okay --" "No, I don't mean to hurry you.   We can stay as long as you want.   I just wanted to make sure I wasn't keeping you out too late." "Yeah, I should get home, actually.   I told my mom I'd try to call her tonight.   You said you could wait for the bus with me?" She'd already started mourning her ...