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Between shopping for leather chaps with my ex, getting drunk and watching Titanic with my BFF, and going to a punk show in a public library, I'd say this trip was a success.
My travel luck is weird. I tend to have hilariously bad things happen to me sometimes: I've run out of money in China and Scotland, got stuck in a flood in Iowa, lost my wallet before going to Ireland. This time around, I forgot my phone charger, had to deal with travel delays, and nearly fucked up my uninsured rental car. Oh, and returned to the east coast just in time for another snow storm. (Not much of one, but enough for the city of Stamford to declare a "snow emergency.")
Awesome things tend to happen too; like seeing Crispin Glover in Seattle and the aforementioned punk library show. I like to think I've perfected the art of placing myself in the way of weird events, for better or worse. Or at least, that's the excuse I have for not doing any of the writing I planned to on this vacation.
Anyway, so I saw Crispin Glover. He was screening two of his films at the Northwest Film Forum, and performing "dramatic readings" of his books, accompanied by a slide show. Crispin Glover is a weirdo, with the kind of high-profile weirdness that I really enjoy witnessing. He did not disappoint.
Imagine some strange step-child of William Burroughs, Edward Gorey, and Napoleon Dynamite doing Show & Tell for his third grade class. It was like that.
His movie, What Is It?, was even weirder. First off, the cast is made up mostly of people with Down Syndrome. A snail is killed about every five minutes. There are women running around naked, wearing gorilla and elephant masks and carrying watermelons. There's a shot of a man with severe Cerebral Palsy getting a handjob. WTF doesn't even cover it. It was amazing.
Then there was a Q&A session that lasted for at least an hour. Only three or four questions were actually asked, and the rest of the time, Crispin Glover rambled about taboos, snails, veganism, corporate media, and why he bought property in the Czech Republic. All in all, an excellent way to end my travels in the northwest.
Oh yeah, and then this morning, my brain ambushed me with more weird Inception fic ideas. This one involves The Breakfast Club. Why? Seriously, why?
My travel luck is weird. I tend to have hilariously bad things happen to me sometimes: I've run out of money in China and Scotland, got stuck in a flood in Iowa, lost my wallet before going to Ireland. This time around, I forgot my phone charger, had to deal with travel delays, and nearly fucked up my uninsured rental car. Oh, and returned to the east coast just in time for another snow storm. (Not much of one, but enough for the city of Stamford to declare a "snow emergency.")
Awesome things tend to happen too; like seeing Crispin Glover in Seattle and the aforementioned punk library show. I like to think I've perfected the art of placing myself in the way of weird events, for better or worse. Or at least, that's the excuse I have for not doing any of the writing I planned to on this vacation.
Anyway, so I saw Crispin Glover. He was screening two of his films at the Northwest Film Forum, and performing "dramatic readings" of his books, accompanied by a slide show. Crispin Glover is a weirdo, with the kind of high-profile weirdness that I really enjoy witnessing. He did not disappoint.
Imagine some strange step-child of William Burroughs, Edward Gorey, and Napoleon Dynamite doing Show & Tell for his third grade class. It was like that.
His movie, What Is It?, was even weirder. First off, the cast is made up mostly of people with Down Syndrome. A snail is killed about every five minutes. There are women running around naked, wearing gorilla and elephant masks and carrying watermelons. There's a shot of a man with severe Cerebral Palsy getting a handjob. WTF doesn't even cover it. It was amazing.
Then there was a Q&A session that lasted for at least an hour. Only three or four questions were actually asked, and the rest of the time, Crispin Glover rambled about taboos, snails, veganism, corporate media, and why he bought property in the Czech Republic. All in all, an excellent way to end my travels in the northwest.
Oh yeah, and then this morning, my brain ambushed me with more weird Inception fic ideas. This one involves The Breakfast Club. Why? Seriously, why?