Sunday, August 19, 2012

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I'm sitting here watching the 1966 film, Grand Prix with James Garner playing a racing driver, which also includes a large cast of other actors.  The film is okay, and I seem to remember going to the cinema to watch it back in the day.  1966 was a peak year for car culture it seems.  Hot rods, drag racing, muscle cars, Ford Mustangs, GTO, the Chevy Camero, and car songs by the Beach Boys were the rage.  Grand Prix has some great split screen racing sequences in it.  The other parts of the movie are just subplots about love interest, partying, and a look into jet set culture of the time, but the real draw is the racing scenes, which are spectacular. 

I got out yesterday and looked around a bit.  It was overcast with rain clouds all day, and hinted at fall, which I'm ready for.  I guess I'm tired of hot weather and lawn mowing.  The thought of cooler weather is sublime.  I went by Hastings and found two cheap collected graphic novels.   I found a 500 page Showcase Jonah Hex book, and a Marvel Vol. 2 Essential Captain America book with #103-126 issues in it.  They are both black and white, but I was happy to run across them particularly for the price, around $3. each.

I got up this morning and read a bit in a book by Peter Bogdanovich called Who The Hell's In It.  It's conversations with Hollywood Actors.  You might know Bogdanovich from his film, The Last Picture Show or others he's directed.  I was reading the chapter on James Stewart, one of my favorite actors.  He's been in a lot of my favorite movies like It's A Wonderful Life, the original Flight of the Phoenix, among many westerns I have enjoyed: Bend of the River, Winchester '73, The Naked Spur, The Far Country, The Man from Laramie, among many others that he's starred in.  Prior to that I read the chapter on Cary Grant, another actor I've enjoyed.  Did you know Cary Grant was born Archibald Alexander Leach?  No wonder the name change, eh?  At any rate, if that's something that interest you, you might like the book.

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Here's a recent interview with cartoonist Daniel Clowes I ran across today.  He talks about various topics and other comic artist he enjoys like Curt Swan, Don Martin, Wally Wood, etc.  Go here.




Thursday, August 16, 2012

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Who knows how much longer I'll publish this blog thing.  I mostly keep it open as a way of creative respite.  It's mostly an opened diary to the universe anyway.  I try and not get too negative with it, but everyone has a bad day ever so often, and if I channel it here, well, consider it a bad day and no more.  Lately I've been helping my brother out with his recent health issues.  We've always been pretty close brothers, and friends, so we've made it through life with each others help.  I won't go into his health problems here, but I'll just say that the quote by Augusten Burroughs, is so true.  "When you have your health, you have everything.  When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all."   Which also ties in with America's recent debate over health care, Obamacare, or whatever.  It amazes me, that Republicans, who always want to hide under the guise of Christianity and decency, are so quick to negate the need for public health care.  They want to go to Mars like Newt Gingrich, and blow money down that black hole, but heaven forbid we actually did something good towards our fellow man down here on earth.

The latest book I read was Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom.  It's a sad, but well written book, and I'd say,  recommendable.  It's a book about compassion, acceptance, love, values, and so forth.  It's written by Albom, who was a sports writer for the Detroit Free Press, who sees his old professor on Nightline (an old TV show), and connects back up with him.  Through their Tuesday meetings we learn more about them, their friendship, and Morrie's outlook on life, who is suffering from Lou Gehrig's disease.  I found it inspirational in some way.


I just started another book by Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without A Country.  It's another mini-memoir and personal look at life, art, politics, and America.  For example, he says socialism is no more an evil word than Christianity.  Socialism no more prescribed Joseph Stalin and his secret police and shuttered churches than Christianity prescribed the Spanish Inquisition.  Christianity and socialism alike, in fact, prescribe a society dedicated to the proposition that all men, women, and children are created equal and shall not starve.

On Vietnam, he goes on to say:  During our catastrophically idiotic war in Vietnam, the music kept getting better and better.  The war only made billionaires out of millionaires.  Today's war is making trillionaires out of billionaires.  Now I call that progress. 

The other day while I was up in Plano, Texas helping my brother, I was waiting in the lobby of a Luby's restaurant for a minute trying to cool down from the 104 degree heat.  A guy came up to me, who had just eaten, and asked me if I thought it was going to change.  I had no idea what the hell he was talking about.  I presumed he meant the weather, and I said, I didn't know.  The weatherman had predicted it was going to be hot all week long without any rain.  He told me, that he was referring to politics.  I told him I was a liberal democrat, which was the truth, but also to forego any other chitchat.  He then launches into a religious, witnessing-for-Jesus mode, which actually I was not in the mood for either.  The worst part of it was that I was sitting down, as he towered above me looking down, poking me at times with his finger, patting me on the back, with also the occasional spittle flying out of his mouth, and into my face.  I excused myself, told him I had to eat, and made my way into Luby's.  I understand his need to communicate, however, I think people need to understand ones need not to hear it as well and a right to be left alone.  We're all in this together.