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Thursday, May 01, 2003

 

Consumerist synesthesia today. I went into Streetlight Records after lunch today, looking for a record that was a Japanese monster movie.

I actually have a Godzilla soundtrack somewhere (if I didn't sell it) and know that doesn't really do the trick. But I wanted a guy in a rubber suit stepping on miniature buildings while remote controlled tanks popped caps at him, but I didn't want to watch it. I wanted to experience it another way, somehow. Not just the video games they have now, either. Something like music, where you are inside the thing, like the way your head is inside music when you put the headphones on. I want to move through this city, stomping and roaring. I want to see the beautifully detailed miniature buildings, painstakingly assembled, run for myself the long BART train that comes up from Daly City and gets snagged on the monster's claw. I've been looking at the movie listings, and today is probably the absolute last day I can see Frida and Russian Ark on the same double-bill but I don't much care to go: there won't be any masked wrestlers in either movie, no extended musical numbers, no scene of Marcello Mastroianni softly calling to a woman being seduced in the room of an ancient mansion. And no Japanese monsters.

It's when I keep looking for that sort of thing, be it in the movie listings or the malls, that I know I need to get back to my writing. I don't think I've written anything, really, for over a week and a half now (probably last Monday or Tuesday and which is the longest I've gone without writing in a while), so hopefully I'll break the stalemate and get back to work. Sadly, if I let more than a day go by without writing, it does become work, no matter how enjoyably slapdash I make it. With luck, I'll stop waiting for the ultimate graphic novel--the one that comes over headphones, and maps an outwardly branching decision tree concerning lost love, Daikaiju, industrial shipping yards and the centuries-long emnity that exists between vikings and priates--and get myself back to work.

The worst part is, I just realized this is why I spent all that money at Old Navy yesterday. I knew there was a reason.

posted by Jeff Lester | 4:45 PM |
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