Enjoy the silence

David Gahan is hiking across the snow-covered mountain tops of Switzerland clad in a king’s robe and crown for what must be the Nth time since I’ve seemingly locked some Depeche Mode DVD in a perpetual repeat run within the player in my living room for the past two or three weeks.

This is why I’ve stopped posting in a while:
I’m time-traveling right now see, and that’s my soundtrack:

There’s so much left to tell you and yet I can’t really find the words.
But I’ll resume posting in say, November or something.

The following piece is straight off the song:
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Wake up, Donnie…

Wake up, Donnie says the message I configured into my cell phone alarm clock on weekdays at 5:50am when I get up for work. I totally stole that line from a movie I’ve come to be rather fond of.

I haven’t posted here in a while and all things considered it’s a little dubious I’ll ever get back to the post-a-day ratio. Things simply don’t work like that anymore.
I’m sitting here at the office in the afterhours of the evening, doing nothing special save for wondering exactly when Holden Caulfield ever got turned into Donnie Darko, and maybe why. Then I lose the necktie and think of going home.

It’s raining in São Paulo tonight.
It sure feels like it’s raining

Sonny’s heroes (excerpt from yet another imaginary Miami Vice screenplay)

Just because I felt like doing it...

M****, the protagonist, 27 and strikingly good-looking (hey, it’s my script!), stands alone on the pier, sitting down with his back leaning against a short mooring wooden column, arms around his legs, chin resting on the cleft between his knees.
He is approached by ONE DADE COUNTY MIAMI DETECTIVE in civilian attire (SONNY CROCKETT, as played by Don Johnson).

SUPERIMPOSE: Miami. Mid 1987.


So what am I doing here, pal?


(looks away from Crockett; quotes)

”Vocatus atque non vocatus…”


(smiles to himself)

This bad, eh pal?


Went jogging last evening. Not walking. Not hiking. Jogging.


Thought ya were supposed not to pull stupid stunts like that.

He lights up a cigarette.


So how does it feel?

M**** says nothing for a full minute, keeps staring at the sea in silence.


(looks up at Crockett)

Ever get tired from tilting at so many windmills, Sonny?


(dismisses the thought with a wave of his hand)

Nyaah. It happens, pal. You played fair and square. Forget about it.

Crocket takes a drag from his cigarette.


And look. Way I see it, come the end of the day it’s not about whether your knees feel like jell-o or not, but if you’re still standing regardless of all that crap.

M**** stands up, puts his elbow over Crockett’s shoulder, leans on him. Both of them watch the waves gently bobbing up and down on the darkened ocean below.



So I was watching the news the other day, see, and turns out there’s this museum in Germany with leftovers from the Cold War- it was an East Germany museum back in the day, something like that- and as it turns out they discovered that some huge bundle of bones kept in the attic by Ivan turned out to be the full, complete skeleton of the tallest dinosaur fossil ever. The scientific community is like, reeling.


(starts giggling)

So whoever gets to win the Cold War anyway?



Paleontology, I suppose. Archeology. Better left off to the History books.


(laughing out loud)

That’s rich. And we shouldn’t be laughing about it.


(laughing hard, wipes tears off his eyes)

Oh god. No. We really shouldn’t.

Cut to a longshot of the marina at night.
Shot is interrupted; scene freezes.

SUPERIMPOSE: Produced by Michael Mann.

Cut to credits.

The end.

Daydreaming through Mig Alley, and other stories

It’s right in the same instant I take my sunglasses off and enter the hangar where the aircraft museum is located: Looking into the abyss and a decommissioned Mig-17 gazes also. Something like that. They fought in Vietnam. Those Mig-17s fought in Vietnam and their younger brothers fought over Korea.

“This is so cool,” I whisper to no one as I walk past the Migs: There’s a Mig-17 and a Mig-15 and also a Mig-21, which was one of my favorite jet planes back when I was a kid. I even built Mig-21 models then asked dad to hang them from the ceiling over my bed. That was a long time ago, close to twenty years, and this is now.

A week earlier and it’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m at another museum, this one very close to my place and Daimler Chrysler is sponsoring this weird Bauhaus exhibit but I’m a little bit too wasted on too many screwdrivers to really grasp anything. A neon-and-glass abstract sculpture captures my attention for a split second then exits from the corner of my (blurred, slurred) mind’s eye. Eternity lasts for but a couple of seconds.
Last time I was here was too see some furniture straight off Sigmund Freud’s pad in Vienna, I think, there around mid-2000 or something, with you of all people, then we went to the movies to see that one where Elizabeth Hurley played the devil.

I get into the elevator and head to the upper floor, above the thronging avenue underneath, and then I freeze for close to a half-hour before this Hieronimus Bosch painting showing some Catholic saint or another being tempted by a guy who looks like an orange bill-faced Darth Vader into going to the dark side of the force or something like that. I start giggling for no good reason.

In-between those two weeks I’m taking five days off work at my parents’ place and more often than not on the phone with A**** trying to patch things up but to no real avail. I also buy a Depeche Mode DVD and manage to stick to repeating the first song for the remainder of the days (I just can’t seem to get enough of it, what can you do…), then waste away whatever has remained by going to half-successful job interviews, browsing for Internet p*rn and reading some lousy Dave Eggers novel, the newer one, about the kid from Sudan, and Arthur Clarke’s 2010: Odyssey Two, even though I end up thinking the movie much better.

I slip into those sneakers and as opposed to what that Orthopedic surgeon old me earlier this year my knees do not give in against the asphalt.

Sure, I’m still hiking as opposed to actually jogging but it’s a start.

The duration ends with the oddest of nightmares: I’m at G****’s place and she’s just been adopted (at age 27!) by this family which are real loaded, rich, and G**** invites me over and for some reason or another wants to have sex with me then & there. But then as in most good things, turns out her foster parents are devil worshippers: “My father wants me to have your seed,” she tells me in my dream. I’m not kidding. She actually spoke that very line in my dream.
“Dude that’s so not gonna happen,” I reply as I slip back my pants on. “Besides have you realized your foster family are all named after Moonlighting characters?”

Now this is true: Her foster parents and siblings were indeed named after characters from Moonlighting in my nightmare.

G**** is, of course, getting married in a couple of weeks. I bought her some expensive, vertical fan.
It’s my own way of dealing with it.

Excerpt from a comics interview (Mark Waid on The Flash)

Excerpt from an interview with comics' writer Mark Waid, who is taking the helm of the recently-relaunched Flash monthly title, starring my favorite comic book character ever, Wally West (the third person to bear the mantle of the Flash).
Waid worked with the character during most of the 1990s and elevated both the character and the book itself to new heights, setting the bar higher for the concept of superhero comics. Waid's previous work on the Flash was directly responsible for the change that came upon comicdom in '96 with James Robinson's Starman, Waid's own Kingdom Come with Alex Ross, and Grant Morrison's JLA.

Wally West was declared “missing in action” a year ago and the book was cancelled, replaced by a different Flash title starring a different Flash, the fourth person to take on the name. Due to poor sales the book was cancelled after 13 issues and Wally West was brought back in his own title, starting over from where it stopped.

Here’s some bits from the interview.

"Wally West's life is any fanboy's ultimate dream come true. "I love the fact that he is first sidekick in comics' history to actually fulfill the promise," said Waid. "He is the first guy to actually grow into the role that he was trained to grow into ever since he was a kid." "

"Waid also draws from the idea that Wally, for all intents and purposes, is an Everyman. Wally is not an alien. He is not a haunted anti-hero.
"Wally is the ultimate fanboy-made-good," quipped Waid. "We don't know what it was like to be born on Krypton and we don't know what it is like to have our parents slain in a back alley, but pretty much everybody who reads superhero comics knows what it is like to idolize the stuff on the outside as a fan and the excitement of what it would be like to be able to play in that world." "

"And that sentiment provides readers with the best of both worlds, Waid believes. "'The Flash' gives you something that nothing else at DC is giving you, which is a high adventure, mature book that is both, in turns, very funny and very dark and dramatic at the same time," said Waid. "Tonally, I love the fact that we can turn on a dime. That it can be generally warm and funny and then you can turn the page and suddenly, you can find something that is much more dark and dramatic, then you might have first realized." "

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