It's Cinco de Mayo today, a date that figures prominently in the Pink House film, because it's the actual day the movie is supposed to take place. They say research cures writer's block, and though I've never been terribly afflicted with the latter, the former has taught me that Napoleon III the one you never hear about – is the major antagonist behind Mexico's day of glory. I like holidays that are set on actual days, like the Fourth of July or Christmas. Labor Day, Easter, Thanksgiving and Mother's Day slither around the calendar far too much for my liking.
I played basketball in Astoria for the first time in months this morning, and actually did pretty well. Probably something to do with confidence (the guys at Mulberry St. can be rather judgmental) and the fact that I'd just played on Thursday. Finished some pretty freaky shots that I was glad to see back in the arsenal.
That didn't stop me from hurting the rest of the day, but it was the good kind of hurt that tells you you're getting somewhere. Later, Sean, Jordana, Dani and I saw Spiderman, which was really fun but a little lazy with the scriptwriting. Not as lazy as Woody Allen's decidedly limp Hollywood Ending, but it feels like nobody west of Interstate 15 has a sharp eye and a red pen. Of course, "The Pink House" will be called a mess too, but at least it'll be an inspired one.
The limitations of this blog have never been so obvious as right now. Save it for later.
The Celextant, May 5, 2002
Okay, so the "take the pill at 3am" idea wasn't one of my best. I spent half the night in a sort of half-dreaming haze, sleeping the half-sleep of a cat, my dreams melding quite confusingly with plain old morning thought. There used to be a delineation between the dreamworld and the waking one, but that border has been photoshopped into a blur. Actually woke up from a nightmare the other night, but I was due for one of those anyway.
Posted by at May 5, 2002 11:44 PM