the high desert of el norte

so, yesterday the rooster didnt wake me. and neither did the traffic, or neighbors or nuthin. it was just the day, and a phonecall.

my mom didnt do the eye surgery thing, and i think thats a good thing. looks like it'll be lettuce juices after all and general overhaul. like for the rest of us.

i am sorry for not saying anything. i cant seem to find the words. something about being nonprivate for so long. not complaining just how i work. or dont.

juliet is listening to elvis and emmylou on the phone. it'll be good to see her soon. thank god for summer holidays!

i want to compliment some folks, for right living and really good impressive intent: misses wendy, belinda, rhonda, tish, debbie, renee; misters jack, james, dan, and other misters (if i overlook in either catagory, forgive). these are folks who people my days right now and i am glad for their company. funny how it comes down to very simple requests after all.

once a long time ago, some filmmaker friends of a teacher of mine went and made a film called el norte, which was a little indie thing and got big. they were one of the start of a whole new wave of new indie film, like jim jarmusch and them guys--the brothers coen, like the guys who did bagdad cafe and paris tx. i remember being in talks with the cinematographer from bagdad cafe who we were trying to work out for a film we wanted to shoot on the brittany coast several years ago. he does some great stuff. he worked on the wr winkle movie that my ex was in, and he just gives great camera. anyway, i feel things wrapping up, concluding, remastering. i am changed by the daring and the incredible courage it takes to keep living, and fully. i see it every day around me. no question about it, the heart needs a home. a really good container for all the trying.