Killing With Style

It's Friday night after one of the blackest of days and it's time to update this blog! I hate going for too long without writing. It leaves me with a guilt that I assume a cheating spouse might have. Life is my mistress and it likes to take me away from the things I am most fond of, at least one of them.

Before I complicate myself with metaphors that aren't that good in the first place... I asked the great Cary Rodda (who I'm sure is one of the few readers of this page) for some writing prompts or anything that might inspire a word or two. This MIGHT be one of those prompts.

I have realized in the past five years how terribly in love I am with Italian films and Giallo as a genre. I know most of my friends are film nerds and I'm just preaching to the choir, but really... Italian film makers, buono lavoro!

Having an unusual taste for everything blood soaked and suspense filled from a young age, Giallo was sure to find me eventually. I remember finding Dario Argento's Suspiria at age 14 with no way of knowing the degree of cinematic gold I had my hands on. I, obviously, have been hooked since that day.

Even if you aren't a horror fan, Italian films will not dissapoint you. They are full of striking cinematography and there is absolutely NEVER a shortage of beautiful women to look at. And instead of continuing on about how much of a nerd I am...

Italian Directors you should look up on Netflix: Dario Argento, Lucio Fulci, Mario Bava, Riccardo Freda, Antonio Margheriti, Umberto Lenzi, Ruggero Deodato, Joe D'Amato, and Gualtiero Jacopetti.

And now I'll watch Le Notti del Terrore for the 57th time.

Arrivederci!

November Sky

I like this time of year, and contrary to popular belief... cell phones take decent pictures.

"You're miserable, edgy and tired. You're in the perfect mood for journalism."

Something very unusual has happened to me. I, for the first time in a very long time, am at a loss for words. Words are a large part of my life. I read them generously, I speak them with care, I write them in anger, or astonishment, or confusion, or inspiration, or boredom. As of late, it's been difficult to formulate the chaos that is my head onto paper or into an Internet blog such as this.

I am now trying to end this stagnate on translation of internal dialogue.

And here I am, writing words, doing just that.

Word word word...

Oh.

I'm more than excited for Halloween 08'

If I was young, I'd leave this town.

As a full weekend comes to an end, I sit with sleep deprived eyes and a pocketful of smiles and inside jokes I wouldn't trade. It feels really good to be making friends with genuine people and making older friendships stronger.

It's refreshing when people still have the ability to surprise you, and they have.

When I thought the fire season was over...

This has been my morning and afternoon. Another fire, and I'm being evacuated... again.

Everday you must say "How do I feel about my life?"

It's been too long since I've written on this. There hasn't been a void of melodrama or curiosity or travel... but there has been a void in myself. I feel recluse, and have almost been in hiding via the inter webs. I will say there has been no shortage of full days, adventure, or good people.

Last month was another year and another anniversary of my great grandmother's death, and things always seem to change from mid-July, early August onward with that anniversary.

Instead of the typical new years resolutions most make in January, I make mid year resolutions of sorts. If you can even call them that. They usually resemble vows to myself that I will start living my life a little better, a little fuller, and that I'll get out there and experience more.

I am currently working on this.

By Monday I will have seen two of my best friends move mulitiple hours away. My last days with them were everything I'd want them to be. I hope the rest of my days are this way as well. Full. Period.