Overheard at Table 3: Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

Bill and Ted Face the Music is coming out.

So the wife and I had to revisit the original.

You know, get caught up.

Review.

The movie ... was most excellent.

It was just the right amount of cheese.
You don't have to overthink it.  You don't have to look for any deep meaning.  All you have to do is just let yourself smile blandly at the absurdity.

It's that kind of movie that simply is what it is.

Overread at Booth 4: Haiku for TD-14

Haiku for TD-14

Short walk to the beach.
Port Aransas hotel room.
Purple clouds gather.



MR
2020-0821

Overheard at Table 3: Everyone Writes Songs about New York City

Everyone writes songs about New York City
Saying New York is just the place to be.
And if they're not writing songs about Manhattan
Then they're talking about LA falling into the sea.

Everyone writes song about LA
The city of lost angels and the freedom to be
Whatever you dream of being you can be
Everyone writes songs about NYC

Chorus
But no one writes songs about Houston
Except as a passing mention in a tragedy
I've heard more songs about Tulsa
Than I've ever heard about H-Town's history

Everyone wants to make it in New York City
Everyone says they love LA
Everyone wants to hang out with Nashville Cats
Everyone wants to see the San Francisco Bay

Chorus
But no one writes songs about Houston
Except as a passing mention in a tragedy
I've heard more songs about living on Tulsa time
Than I've ever heard about H-town being for lovers like you and me.

'Cuz Houston is for lovers like you and me
Except perhaps in August - when it's too miserable to believe.




MR
2020-0824

Overheard at Table 2: SC 270 - Notes from Churmangura House - Disc 1 Track 14

SC 270

D1 T14 Rickie Lee Jones - Tigers

Go out to where the stars are wild and cold.  Follow me, riptide, follow me awhile.   Let’s dance under moonlight and the insects buzzing sweetwillow, playing in the past parts of our unusual character.

Playing with fire, the frozen fire that crackles from the desert floor in the obsidian underbelly of the night.   Laying on the blanket, the old woven blanket that you got from your grandmother who stole it from the Navajo.

Our feathers will fall like the shooting stars across the timeless ocean of obsidian sky. 

Laying in tatters.

Sleeping all shredded like that.

Dreaming of white tygers, tygers, burning bright.

Memories of that far off city, watching Julio climb up the firescape and in through your open window, to drag you out and make our great escape. 

Tomorrow we will head into town and try to catch that train.  There is always another train.

Overheard at Table 4: The Earth Does Not Know Borders

2020-0810
Day 544

The earth does not know borders.
The earth only knows the human feet
that have crossed its dusty deserts, its
high plains, its dense forest.

The earth does not distinguish languages
The earth only sings the cries of those
buried inside it.

A singular cry from infinite voices.


[posted]

The earth does not know borders.
The earth only knows human feet
that have crossed its deserts.

The earth does not know languages.
The earth only sings the cries of those
buried inside it.

A singular cry from infinite voices.



MCR
2020-0816

Overheard at Table 2: A Tale of Two Invaders

#NotesFromNationalEmergency

Day 543

OK, Let’s say there are two invaders to the USA.

Allrighty, let's say that.

And One wants to cook your food, and the other wants to destroy your lungs.

I see where you think you're going with this, but OK.

You want to put one in prison, but the other, you will send your children to.

What does that make you?

An American .... what's your point?

I think I just proved it.

Overheard at Booth 3: Project Power (2020)

OK, apart from the cheesy title, this is a decent little movie.

Sure, there are going to be haters ... people who will think that it's lame or re-hashed or thinking that every time there is something about New Orleans or black kids then it has to be about drug dealing.

There will be "why does it have to show everyone as poor" blah blah blah.

But the one thing they won't be able to say is that constant rattling on about the "White Savior" because the only white guy in this movie who is heroic is Jason Gordon Levitt, and even though he wants to be the savior of New Orleans, he is not.   

That is up to Dominique Fishback, who plays Robin (note the "Batman and Robin" reference about midway through - nice touch!) who can rap.   I mean, she's really good.  And even though Jamie Foxx calls that her "superpower" it remains just as a wonderful part of her personality and which shows her intelligence and strength of character, and nothing more than that ... which is refreshing.

Worth watching.  Action buffs will like the exploding chests and the buckets of blood, and others might find it a little cheesy, but it's definitely a good use of your time on a quiet Saturday afternoon during an excruciatingly hot August during a horrible Plague Year.