Why Write?

Why Write?.

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Where Do You Write?

Where Do You Write?.

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Joe on Joe

Joe on Joe.

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Done, Done and Done. Sort of.

Done, Done and Done. Sort of..

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If In Doubt

If In Doubt.

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Book Buying

Book Buying.

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Pi Squared

PiI don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful movie.

Ok, sure, there is absolutely no pie in this movie, but what it lacks in pictures of tasty pastry, it more than makes up for with stunning visuals, characters we love and a massively engaging plot. Oh, and there’s a tiger. An amazing tiger.

Now, full disclosure, I have NOT read the book. It’s literally in a stack of books beside my bed. So I went into the movie knowing very little about the story.

Oh, I knew there was a tiger. A boy. A lot of water. And I’d seen trailers that highlighted some amazing shots (like the whale bursting out of the luminescent ocean or the tin can thrown into a sea of amber glass.) In fact, the trailer sold me. I won’t deny it. It seemed like a movie I should see on the big screen, where I could be swallowed up by the visuals.

Pi whaleAnd, in that department, I wasn’t disappointed. Like a true work of art, the director, Ang Lee, has created images that will stick in your mind long after you’ve left the theater.

What I didn’t expect was how much humor would be in the story, like how Pi changed his name, how his father teased him about religious holidays, or when Pi learns they are going to Canada.

Pi’s Father: We are going to Canada, North America.

Pi: But Columbus was looking for India.

Funny, right?

What I also didn’t expect was how they could weave words into the story with such great effect – like the ship that “moved with the slow, massive confidence of a continent.” Or “I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”

Lovely!

Or how fantastic they made the tiger look (I mean, was it real or CGI? Seriously! It was that good!)

Or how the ending affects the whole story, (anyone who’s read the book will know what I’m taking about.)

Or how they crafted such an emotional, tender, exciting (even terrifying), spiritual, uplifting and yet heartbreaking narrative.

It is so much more than journey, so much more than pretty pictures, it’s an epic imagining worthy of being seen not once, but many times.

Now I have to go read the book.

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Things No One Will Tell You About Vegas

1) There are not a lot of places to sit down.  Outside. Inside.  Almost nothing.  There should be. Especially outside.  But, I suspect, this is done for a reason.  If you want to sit, why not sit in a restaurant and order a $20 burger?  Or, look, comfy seats right by the shiny slot machines going beep-meep-bleep.

2) There are a lot of hefty people here. I mean seriously hefty.  Oh sure, there are super GORGEOUS people here too, but make no mistake, this nation has a bit of a problem.  Now don’t get me wrong, I like it.  Makes me look svelt but this is the land of 3000 calorie breakfast buffets.  Mmmm.  Breakfast buffet.

3) Recycling isn’t really an issue here, at least in the casinos.  I have to say, this surprised me.  With the global eco-green movement so strong, I’m surprised they haven’t mounted a massive campaign led by dolphins and Mat Daimon.  No places to recycle cans or paper (and honesty, the food waste here could feed a 3rd world nation like Scotland.)

4) You need money to have fun here.  The more money you have, the more fun.  It’s not a place for the poor.  Sure there are things to do for free (they haven’t figured out a way to charge you for walking around or for breathing the air but everything else has a pretty painful pricetag.  Out of town, off the strip, it’s regular mainstream America, though.  Cheap motels, greasy spoons, outlet malls, walmarts and walgreens. Only thing… you need to rent a car to get there.

5) Weekends have a much higher douchebag factor.  At least long weekends do.  I spent 5 days in an upscale hotel, living in peace and quiet.  Then, last night, Friday night, the yahoos and screamers came out in force.  At 2am.  4am.  Personally, I think they should install bark sprayers in the ceiling to go off if anyone starts making too much noise past 1am.

6) This is not a place for a one person vacation.  I’m beginning to think there is no such place but this one’s filled with groups of friends having a good time, couples holding hands and looking at shops together, families by the pools having splashy fun and, frankly, I’ve yet to see a person eating alone at a nice restaurant.  So, bring your family, your kids, your friends, your girlfriends, your mistresses, your traveling buddies, it’s a great place to be with a drink in your hand and people at your side.

7) It’s easy to get lost here.  Ok, sure, I get lot going from the taxi to the hotel entrance but seriously, they design these places to wind and weave and confuse.  A map does help but even then, with multiple floors, some stairways/escalators blocked off, getting from A to B can be a challenge sometimes.  All roads seem to lead back to the casino.  Coincidence?

8) This is one of the few places in the world where you can wander around drunk all the time.  Sort of like Moscow.  In fact, I think they encourage it, here.  Watch the number of people stumbling about with drinks in their hands, (and not a dainty shot glass, either, no, a big ass 32oz pink monstrosities.)  Watch how many drinks get served (for FREEEEEE!) at the gambling tables.  Look at the menus that have the first 2 pages devoted to drinks.  Look at how well stocked the mini bar is.  Staying sober here takes real work.

9) None of the major hotels have windows that open.  Is this for a reason?  Sure.  You bet.  After gambling away your car, your house, your future, does that long, long way down suddenly look like a good way to go?  Again, nothing is done here by accident.

10)        That strip is longer than it looks.  Especially in the heat.  It could be a mirage thing.  I’m honestly not sure that it’s done on purpose, but from the Circus in the north to the Luxor in the south, if you want to walk it in the day time, bring good shoes, a good pair of sunglasses, a hat, some water and a good attitude.  If you want to walk it at night, leave the hat and sunglasses.  Either way, bring a camera.  It’s a neat walk.

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Day 14

Time to go.  Feeling a little sad, feeling like I don’t want to get back to the real world of bills and house cleaning and lawn mowing and sorting out my life.

But I could this trip, at least so far, as a success.  I had a lot of fun toodling around the desert.  Not sure I learned a whole lot of new stuff but being there, seeing the sights, listening to the sounds, smelling the smellies, and paying attention to the little details, it should all help with any future writing I do.

Plus, I achieved my goal of finishing my novel.  Oh there’s a good arguement to be made that I should have been able to do this at home but the simple fact is, I couldn’t.  I needed to get away, needed a break, need to get reinspired.

So, one last tour of the strip.  then get ready to go back home.

 

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Phantom

Ah,, what to do in the evening, what to do?

Several choices.  Ok.  TONS of choices.   See one of the 300 Cirque shows.  Gamble.  Go to see a Comedy/Magic/Showgirl show.

I chose the Phantom of the Opera.  Not my most favourite musical (oh, how sad it is that I actually HAVE a favourite musical) but it leaves tomorrow and I thought, hey, see it while it’s here, I’m not likely to make it to NY anytime soon.

So I bought a ticket.   And took a nap.

At 6:30 went down to see the show.  It was so cool to see a lot of people dressed up, guys included.  Me?  I had clean underwear.  That’s about all I can brag about.  However, one time it would be nice to dress up, maybe put on a mask like quite a few people did and become a part of the music of the night.  Not tonight though.  Tonight, I still smelled of gunpowder.

The musical was fantastic.  Being a simple creature, I am amazed by simple things.  Ballerinas that can stand on their toes.  Singers who can sing so beautifully it makes people cry.  Not me.  No, not me, but others.

Phantom is like that.  There are no CGI effects.   It’s all old-fashioned stage management, orchestral music and human voices.  It’s simple and wonderful.

Due to my late decision, I didn’t have the greatest seat but I didn’t need it.  The theater carried every word, every whisper to every corner.  I felt the music soar.  Chills pimpled my neck when the Phantom’s chick hit her high notes.  I could marvel at the way they changed the sets and look around for the Phantom hiding in the theater.

I loved it.  I loved that it made people cry, (again, not me, no, not me).  I loved that it had a timeless story, deformed boy mentors pretty girl, falls in love with her, she falls in love with handsome man, deformed boy goes kinda nuts and sings a lot.  Hey, it practically writes itself.

I left feeling like I wanted to sing.  Don’t worry, I didn’t, I don’t have the voice for it, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if I did?  Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could sing like this guy?

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