Right now I feel fucking great! I had an awesome lunch then smashed out a workout consisting of crunches, squats, push ups and a 10k cycle, scoring a personal best for the route. I get back, blast industrial beats and clean the fuck out of my kitchen!
Man, I think I’m turning into my father – weird isolated anal dude. Except he can’t be accused over ever once having a unique thought. He also has a pathological need to have a woman about he can obsess over.
And on the note of relationships (vague AF segue). Last night I watched Jim Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive. I’ve long been an admirer of this man’s movies, and this is quite a departure from works that I’d identify as typically his. It was a beautifully filmed movie, with superb art direction, acting and pacing, with a tone that’s set early in the film and carries all the way through without missing a beat.
The relationship between the two main characters is a beautiful thing, transcending vast measures of time and distance (did I mention that they are vampires?). A relationship that accepts differences of personality, finding mutual respect and if anything, deepening the connection between them.
It particularly resonated with me because on a lot of levels this is like the relationship I’ve just come from. And why would anyone purposely end such a thing? I know… Given how rare such a meeting of minds is there’s a good chance I’ve passed over the only chance I will ever have to experience what this movie so magnificently depicts. I don’t know when I became such a damn romantic. Sometimes I disgust myself.
There’s so much more I could write about the movie, but here I am flying by the seat of my pants getting ready to shoot off and do some grocery shopping, like a normal human.
Anyway… If you aren’t familiar with Jim Jarmusch’s works I also highly recommend Dead Man. His work has a quality of music and poetry to it that mesmerises.