I rewatched THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS . . . I hadn’t seen it in a while. I wanted a good 90s FBI thriller set on the East Coast and starring Anthony Hopkins, so the choice was obvious.
Afterwards, I logged it on Letterboxd, AS IS MY WONT, and revisited Brother McCune’s excellent review. It ends thusly:
What else is there to say? This is white-hot TRUTH.
I’ll drink a cup of coffee in the big time to that . . .
Ohhhhhh yeeaaa-UHHHHH!
. . . my good friend Emma and I became nostalgic about our long friendship, and she began sending me some pictures she’d taken that I had either never seen before, or were alternate photos of ones I had seen a million times (the one with Bex and me).
I feel compelled to post them here.
I am also going to CAPTION THEM (!) because I’ve never once used photo captions on this fine website, and I recently styled them in my stylesheet, so I may as well try it out . . .
the famous melody, my old friend, is here in berlin . . . we met at KROM in prenzlauer berg and had our annual summit. we were joined by my friend alina the ukrainian girl, who owns the place. she had told the bartenders i was coming, and they recognized me on sight. i was very touched! i’m VIP, after all~
melody left for berghain a bit ago . . . i love her, but i did not join her. no way. i just can’t do it anymore! but hopefully she got in. i reckon you gotta see the inside of that godforsaken place at least once
anyway: here’s melody at 1x and .5x
sweet dreams!!! ☆彡
yeah lol
i love you, cera. i miss you
just another day in amissaland with amissa
even if winds blow the september leaves and the beach girls break your heart
I woke up to these texts from Nicole the Polish Girl. I felt Seen. The context is that apparently we will both be in Italy at the same time toward the end of July. I told her she could find me in the shade.
And I said also that perhaps for the second time this year we shall run into each other again in a country where neither of us lives . . . provided the Father wills it. Nothing will ever top the miraculous and fated one-in-ten-million chance of seeing Nicole at Narita Airport in Tokyo after nearly dying in a plane crash off the coast of Japan, though hey: I’ll take any opportunity to see her again. She truly is one of God’s own prototypes, never even considered for mass production. To know a person such as this is to glimpse the promise of Eternity. She is proof of it.
Meanwhile, Nicole the Italian Girl, another angel among us, who will also be in Italy with Bex and me, has shown concern over my severe lack of swimming beneath the sun:
(I realize the past participle of swim is “swum”, but for some reason it feels like a pretentious word to me??)
Anyway . . . as she herself is a fellow Pale Person, I find her surprise at my admission equally surprising. Girl, I’ll burn! It’s gonna be hotter than Georgia asphalt in southern Italy. But as long as someone is willing to paint SPF-50 zinc oxide all over my back for me, I’ll consider going in the water for 20 minutes . . .
Will the two Nicoles cross paths? I wonder. It’s fun to wonder at such things. What the hell else am I supposed to do, now that the world has placed a reticle upon my soul? I am living on borrowed time, having already cheated death twice already this year. More on that in a longer essay I’ll probably publish tomorrow.
Till then . . .
P.S. My friend Steph once said: “Your website is an endless love letter to all your friends.” And so saying, I wonder once again what I did to deserve such people. Nearly every good thing in my life was got through blind luck, which is true of many of my friendships. Historically I have fallen ass-backwards into them. Against all odds, we find each other out there in the wolfish world and just keep on knowing each other. You have to. Such is my tale. Often I feel a despair at my existence . . . but perhaps it is a sin to dwell in this state when I have been gifted with all the fine people in my orbit who continue to tolerate me year after year. How many people can say they know Two Cool Nicoles of Western and Central European bearing?? If friendship is the truest currency in life (it is), then I am swimming in a Scrooge McDuck vault of gold. Wow! I love it.
me . . .
