Off to Oregon

Wednesday night I went out with the ladies from Amys. Fearful of anyone else noticing, or doing some 'triumphant return' I hide by garbage, watching a man wipe down the interior of his car. While at dinner I accidentally elbowed the waitress while dancing to Girlfriend. She was disturbingly happy about it.

What followed were a few days of specialty shopping, movies, reading, getting paid to be a dancer, lunch with Pam, and going to the American Museum of Natural History with Emma. Last night I also caught the tail end of Mike Molinas annual Man Day. We went to a bar in Chinatown before getting cuban sandwiches and watching the Rock.

I was shown a website called www.pornfortheblind.org it is apparently a volunteer operation of narrating porn for the blind. Some people are faking it, others can't shell out some of their own money to narrate more than a 40second clip. Mike and Addison and I decided we could record some noir pornography and make sound effects by hitting celery against a sidewalk. Which soon segued into plans of staging a two-man show of the Rock, including the Terminator score and very confusing gunfights.

We finished the night at the Randolph on Broome for more libations and I elbowed another woman shaking my chest to Cee Lo. It is now the song I get dressed to.

I've been reading Simon Peggs autobiography. Since he hasn't had a huge life I expected it to be him being cheeky. After all his major appeal is charm. The moments he goes on tangents about Star Wars are pleasing for that very reason. Too bad half the book is 'formative experiences.' It doesn't read like a justification of his career path, but whenever biographies focus on some birthday party where they got a guitar, or that their parent was an actress I hear them plucking a predestined string. And that readers should be comforted that they didn't end up a big artist, because these people were so obviously meant to do it. It's a Protestant Work Ethic explanation and I have gripes against it. If you're upset that you never were a musician, and never wanted to be one, then that's just confusing (I deleted a few lines that culminated in that last sentence).

And Dylan, I went to see TRON. I don't regret it because I was dancing the whole movie. They let Jeff Bridges be himself - really.

Then Bob and I got into a long discussion about the Coen Brothers. He insists they have no soul, just smarts. And without proper casting, their movies are nothing. True Grit and Lady Killers really prove this. If you like how they stylize a movie, then you'll like it. After that we got into a fight about the difference between fun and great movies. Bob thinks if a movie isn't great, it's trash. What's wrong with being a well-executed fun movie? Tokyo Drift, Easy A, Yes Man, are well done as they are. In protest I'm going to watch Troll 2.

One topic that kept coming up was that women feel there is a dearth of good men in the world, while there is an excess of good women. If that's true, then I will reap all the benefits.