The other day,
Saralina made mention of Soraya
acting like Jackie O…Jacqueline
Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, that is…Yeah,
she has that quality. Maybe,
it’s grace. Surely, in Soraya’s case, it’s talent.
She gave me a drawing
once and it still amazes me. One of those few things
that I wouldn’t sell for a lifetime of guinness
I was born on the same day as Jacqueline Lee.
My drawings are mere cave markings in contrast
to Soraya’s artistry.
Saralina is currently studying the earth, as in the planet.
Val Kilmer, or at least an actor I thought was he, talked about
how the world was constantly moving (Entourage).
What a cameo. (Did you know that a cameo is also an engraving
on say a stone?)
If you ever get a chance, read Mamet’s script Spartan.
It’s like taking some master class in screenwriting.
Recently seen: Bulworth. It’s like a master class in
modern American politics: “Only socialized Medicine
will ever save the day...”
Warren Beatty, writer of one of my favorite films
(Shampoo) and the epic Reds, among other things,
wrote Bulworth.
He’s only acted in one film (Town & Country) since
then…I wondered how he makes money these days.
Residual checks? OK, but the man has a lifestyle
to keep up not to mention a family. Japanese ads?
Doubtful.
I wondered if a SAVE WARREN BEATTY campaign is
in order…Of course, I might do well to worry
about my own finances. (A thousand ink realmers
click on the google ads and ballingTHEjack makes
fifteen cents. Only fifteen cents? Yes, but it’s
hard USA currency and in some countries that is
almost enough for a local phone call.*)
I read somewhere that Mr Beatty was friends with JFK.
If I could call the past, I might telephone those
early days of American Camelot. I don’t think I’d
talk too long. One needs to stay in the moment and
keep an eye peeled for the future.
(*the google ads have been removed, but it's still a good line.)
I did not thickly think I'd ever be adding an annex
to this ancient post, pre-historic isn't it already,
I mean some of the inkrealmers might expect
perhaps to see a dinosaur lurking around in
the background or something...
well, be that as it plays, this particular
writer wanted to make much ado
over the fact that some newsy corporation
is putting the squeeze on the Pro...
he owns the rights to some artistic thing
and they want the rights, but
it seems all this lights from the fact
that they went under, the dirty
bastards.
Now, obviously, this is just like a pitcher
trying to bean the batter which has previously
hammered a home run into the bleachers...Well,
it simply isn't right.
I should make clear that it ain't like I follow
the innings of these games, no. Not at all.
I simply happened to be browsing the web late
last night after watching Lilith.

I am still trying to get over the fact that
it's one of those films that had escaped my
cinematic peepers...
There's that new saying, so many bohemias and
such a litany of tights and lights...
Well, as for me, I've had an extra stout recently
and the effigy nearest to the cigaretted image of
self is by Soraya. She had a wonderful exhibit
earlier in this nine and I finally agreed with
her on the nose thing.
Now, don't you be nosy. The rest of this here
post is for Mr Beatty.


