Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Thursday, March 10, 2005 The Pitch: It's like Oedipa Maas meets Mr. Natural! I had a lot of weird dreams last night, and none of them stuck with me except for one. In it, I was in a boarding house eating breakfast with Robert Crumb and Terry Zwigoff. There were three or four other places set for breakfast but either no one else had come down to eat yet, or else everyone had already eaten and we were getting there late.Terry Zwigoff was very excited because he and his wife wanted to get the rights to Crumb's latest book--which in a way was odd, because Crumb's latest book was an graphic novel adaptation of Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49. I was pretty excited by the idea of this, and fought with the urge to tell him about my ideas on how to film Pynchon's book: it seemed like the sortof thing Crumb wouldn't appreciate, nor did it seem like he would appreciate any sort of fanboy fawning over the whole thing, which was my other urge. So, instead I silently sat and ate my pancakes, and Crumb started talking to me about the project, surprisingly open. And then I woke up, or my memory stopped recording or the dream ended. Finis. I think I know how I'm supposed to interpret the dream, but putting it at its most rudimentary level, I think the idea of Crumb doing The Crying of Lot 49 would be pretty cool: all those sweaty obsessive grotesqueries, bent and slumped as if bowing in obeisance to the almighty and likely non-existent Tristero; Oedipa with her go-go boots and her shelf-like butt; Mucho Maas going crazy from LSD in a hotel room surrounded by predatory policemen. In real-life news, we had a quiet day. After torturing ourselves last night with the film version of The Singing Detective (awful, awful, awful--never, ever see it), we watched it again with the director's commentary which helped us feel like we had both wasted most of our day and managed to give us headaches. I'm still trying to get over a world in which Battlestar Galactica is better than The Singing Detective--RemakeWorld is a lot like Bizarro World, I guess. A sushi lunch was had. Work was done. Another long box was sorted. A nap was had, and a walk on the hill was made--although I did one, and Edi did the other. I won't tantalize you as to who did what (although any one who knows either of us could figure it out): the nap, where I fell asleep to cool air blowing on my face from an open window, was superb. We're working our way up to dinner and then it's a light evening of TV. I really had all these things I should have worked on, and didn't really do any of them. And it felt pretty great, to tell you the truth. My final geeky observation has to do with RPG stats and computers. The last day or two I've been adding bits and pieces to Firefox, and it feels like nothing so much as when you get an item in D&D and manage to successfully make it magical (or increase its magical powers). A nice little feeling: I've got a +1 Web Browser! I have a Google News of seeing! (They let you customize the news page which is great--instead of all that sports and business stuff I have both a Bollywood and a Graphic Novels section.) If I could just get my computer to hook up with Edi's printers (something my old computer took to like a duck to water), I'd be pleased as punch with my little computer set-up. posted by Jeff Lester | 7:11 PM | |
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