For the Movies

Spring Rolls, Tea
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The Photo

That would be a blurry cell phone photo of tofu spring rolls (with two dishes of peanut sauce) and tea (in the background). Taken at Saigon Restaurant this afternoon; lunch with Dave.

For the Movies

Kelly and Jean, of yoga and the recent house-sitting job, are convinced that I have the right stuff when it comes to humor. This has led them to believe that I am just the person to write a script for an upcoming short film thing here in the city. (Jean is involved in the movie business.)

Kelly introduced the idea via Dave, who told Kelly that I was very creative and could think of, like, six ideas without breaking a sweat. Dave denies naming a number, but Kelly's said the number was six. Six ideas. So easy.

I haven't come up with six off-the-cuff gems, but a couple of nights ago as Dave and I were having pizza, I suggested that he try to come up with just three ideas. Just, you know, at the drop of a hat. That's how creativity works, right? So easy.

Anyway, I came up with two jumping off points for Dave to pick from: My Three Most Embarrassing Moments and Three Odd Things About Me. Dave picked the Odd Things one and we each came up with three ideas in those categories. I won't tell Dave's because those are his Odd Things; They aren't mine to tell. But since I'm shameless, here are mine:

1. I've never had a flying or falling dream.
2. [Damn, I forgot what number two was.]
3. I may be the only woman on the planet who wants to be a transvestite. (But then, reconsidering, I thought: There must be other women on the planet who want to be transvestite because what else explains beauty pageants?)

I think only one of those is movie-idea worthy: The Woman Who Wanted to Be A Transvestite.

What do you think?

Later, before yoga class started, I was talking to Jean and Kelly and I came up with another idea, a kind of non-porn porn movie. It would have all the hallmarks of porn (bad dialog, bare-bones and preposterous plot, wooden acting, filmed in someone's basement) but without the sex. There'd be some implausible set up and then the bow-chika-bow music would start up and we'd be treated to, say, the sight of some woman vacuuming the living room or some man raking leaves in the backyard.

It's kinda funny, but now that I think about it, I've had similar ideas in the past. A few years ago at an art show where I was selling, you know, my art, I talked with a woman about this bookmaking trend among artists, who are making their own books out of, well, anything. She was a quilter (?) and was thinking about making some fabric books and she suggested that I make some out of clay. At first I was sceptical, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to think that it was a great idea. I mean, if you're going to improve on books, heavier and breakable is the way to go, right?

I actually did end up making several books out of clay (No, you couldn't turn the pages, but they did have pages). One of my books was included in a show. Or, it was supposed to be in the show anyway. The person hanging it dropped it and it shattered as ceramic pieces are wont to do when dropped. She was a friend of mine and she apologized and I was, like, no big deal. Someone asked if I was upset about it and I could honestly say that I wasn't. I wasn't upset about it for several reasons, not the least of which was the fact that I had titled the book Book about What It Means to Cease to Matter.

It ended up being a kind of primer, I guess.