i was going through my phone and found some of melody’s wisdom from years past . . . so cute

thank you sister sarah . . . i try!! 🥺

I woke up sick . . . I think whatever little sister Elina has / had got into me too. It’s OK . . . I don’t mind. I reckon such a thing is an inevitability when you share the same apartment for three days. Elina is essentially my part-time roommate. We share food and weed and air and so on, and now too our sicknesses.

Bethany says, of Elina:

And so I slept till the late afternoon on account of this sickness, and forced myself out of bed purely to drink a liter of water and make my big-ass smoothie. After about half an hour I started to feel feverish . . . it came upon me suddenly. My head was burning and I became weak. I wrapped myself in a blanket and lay on the couch for a while . . . and passed out! And I don’t just mean I “fell asleep”—I mean I full-blown lost consciousness. When I awoke, the sun had set and outside my windows I saw only blackness. The fever had passed and I felt OK again. This feeling of OK-ness has persisted. Hopefully it stays that way . . . I’m supposed to go bowling tomorrow night!

The whole point of a fever is that it raises the temperature of your body to fight off an infection. Was this fever so potent that it did its job in such a short amount of time?? Whoa . . .

In a little over a week I’m flying back to the United States to film the first few episodes of this show I’ve been working on. I’m going to New York and Chicago and Los Angeles and the Bay Area . . . maybe a few other places. If I can get two or three of those episodes done, I’ll be so happy. I’ll write more about it later! But for now here’s THE RIG I’ve put together:

I got a 50mm lens on the way, and next I’ll get a 30mm . . . that should suit me DOWN TO THE GROUND for this thing I’m making, whatever it is . . .

Anyway: it is now five in the morning here in the doom metropolis which is called Berlin, and so I’m going to sedate myself with a hero dose of Trazodone and hope for the best. What else can a fine American like myself do??

just a couple of snow children out for a walk . . .

i think this is my favorite scene of any movie

. . . and from my favorite movie no less!

sailor loves lula and lula loves sailor

i love it~

sorry, soldier . . . that love’s gonna have to come off . . . nurse, i trust you: go ahead and put on that song that makes you feel lonely . . .

this is borderline slanderous but that’s ok . . .

I awoke on my couch in the late afternoon to see it was snowing outside . . . Elina and I had both taken half a Trazodone, hoping it would heavily sedate us before the sun came up, and it had essentially put us into a coma . . .

I could not rouse Elina and so I got up and made coffee and watched the snow fall from my kitchen window. The sun had already begun to set . . . I shotgunned my coffee and put on my jacket and went out onto the street in my pajamas and filmed the snow for a little while. There was barely anyone on the sidewalks. I wondered if it were a public holiday. I felt an uncanny feeling that I was still asleep and dreaming.

Back upstairs, sleeping Elina had burrowed into my comforter . . . I made a big-ass smoothie and sat down on the couch and thought about what we would watch when she finally woke up.

Lately I have been showing Elina some DUDES DONE WRONG movies . . .

. . . which was the theme of a movie night McCune and I used to host back in Oakland during The Beautiful Days. “Dudes Done Wrong” is simple and self-explanatory: a movie in which a Dude, be they man or woman, is Done Wrong by someone or something. Often this Dude then proceeds to get revenge upon the thing which did them wrong. You might call this drama. There are a million fine movies which fit inside this container. It’s a great theme!

Anyway: last night I had Elina watch MANDY and then DRIVE. I think she liked them both. I had not seen either in some time.

In DRIVE, Brother Gosling’s nameless driver character befriends his cute neighbor and her son. The cute neighbor is married, but her husband is in prison for a long time, and so they form a sort of romance. He comes to care for her and her son very deeply. But the deadbeat loser husband is released from prison early and comes home . . . he owes protection money to some guys he met on inside and now the bill has come due. The mobsters threaten to kill him and his entire family if he doesn’t do a job for them. So Gosling, a professional getaway driver, decides to help the deadbeat loser rip off a pawn shop in order to pay that debt for him . . . purely so the wife and son will be safe.

Elina accidentally said something very flattering: “That’s something you would do.”

And I thought: “Yeah . . . actually, I would do that (lol)~”

Now it is 7:30 pm and Elina is finally waking up, so I reckon we’re going to walk through the snow to Edeka to buy avocados and use them for some guacamole recipe she found. And then we’ll do what we always do, which is get stoned and film things and watch movies and play SILENT HILL 2. I have told Elina she’s my intern now and she said she’s OK with that. I’m going to have business cards made for her and everything. Hey man, why not . . . I love it . . .