tonight theater begins until sunday
water play
Originally uploaded by lightpainter. Jimmy Buffet, a musician of some sort according to the blurb on the back, has managed to write novels that blissfully survive every bookshelf razing I've had in a decade. Back in 1989, he wrote Tales From Margaritaville, a collection of short stories about cowboy sailors and being in love with the ocean that gave me cravings for fish, which I'm allergic to, and sailing down in Florida. I mention it because I've just re-read it for the Nth time and it still carries the same effect. It's all flying-fish sandwiches and satisfying endings, people in a poisonous paradise doing the best they can and remembering to enjoy when they're puzzled. He makes me care about football, fishing and golf. It's a little crazy. I've been to Florida.
Though of course, it makes for a great escape from the rain that's outside, persistently threatening to dissolve the front windows of the store with basic erosion. It's almost so much rain that it seems unrealistic to try to describe. There's more rain in the air between me and the opposite side of the street than would be required to fill a backyard pool. It's like a joke. How much water was there? This much, and then you point to an ocean or a Great Lake and cackle like a demented child. Bloody ridiculous, really.
I've been finding solace in the must-see media of the week, Un-Pimp My Ride, a gratifying short series of advertisements from Volkswagon that feature a gang-signing german scientist, ("V-Dub representing Deutchland"), who actually made me laugh out loud. This video was last week, though still wonderful.
And by request: Warren, on his birthday, shamelessly flirting back and forth with Joss Whedon.