I swear, I’m one of the most uptight “relaxers” I’ve ever met. Was it the military? Years of sitting complacent during doomed relationships? The possibilities are endless, and that’s what worries me.
I’m sitting in an empty theater at Alamo Draft House watching the pre show entertainment. The film? Civil War.
It’s the second time I’ve seen it in a theater. While it’s on a big screen, it’s still a movie. When it comes to home video, it’ll look just like everything else on the evening news.
Living in Texas, I’m watching my home tear itself apart on the nightly news. I’m ultra liberal but was raised in a conservative household. It led to official excommunication from the Church of Christ and a 20-year rift between me and my father. It’s taken that much time for me to forgive myself for allowing it to regulate my life as much as it did.
I’m not obsessed with the divisive part of this film; heaven knows I’ve seen enough of that firsthand. No, it’s this film’s dedication to truth regarding journalistic integrity. Journalists were once heralded as celebrities. Now, every life-force on the planet is a journalist. Most of us are horrible at the job. Not me; I kick ass.
If feeling this way is what my grandparents felt during the last twenty years of their lives, then I can see why it felt calming rather than fearful near their passing. Death is inevitable, and so is the generational gap. No matter how cool we pretend to be in the twilight of our lives, no one cares. The generations we’ve birthed will pick a direction and start walking, leaving us as parents and grandparents where we lay.
I can’t help but hope a few of those lines will begin to intersect one another in generations to come. Perhaps the end is being able to zoom out and view the muddled chaos from a safe distance… and smile.
I’ll find out soon enough, I guess.
The movie’s starting, and I ordered the bloodiest burger available. I love you too, America. Now get your shit together.
Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon
Rev. Dare Cloud 
very fun read! Hopefully I will have a concisely crafted response shortly, but if I don’t LOL, I aspired to the task. I was pretty sure I signed up or registered with your website, and am curious to know is this transact ational situation for every time I visit? I also believe I asked the same question previously, and was wondering would you possibly investigate the the function of the website as I normally follow a link from my email, which I received as soon as your posting, therefore I am intrinsically linked to your words LOL? Maybe? Hopefully I too will be able to enjoy and revel in the luxuriousness of beer and popcorn at big screen, but attend free surprise screenings at the Angelica on Wednesday the first Wednesday that is of the month as a member of their movie club. Maybe I’ll see you there in one day.
btw, I discovered your world through Nextdoor. I’m Miki DeBoest(My grannlovely’s surname and one of my Dad’s nickname)
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Wishing you RockNRoll adventures with the spirited thrive of Peach Mango Kambutcha.
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I will take that down when I can
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I’m looking at your bibliographic collection titles and feel a little amused and haunted all at once.
Currently, I’m tuned into a possible local writer who crafted a very detailed bibliography on Tupac Shakur’s birth, rise, grit, and accolades from a spectrum of admirers called Changes by Sheldon Pearce.
I don’t even realize how many films I actually saw Tupac in, but I was more in tune to his theatrical work than I was his music, I love his music, but I’m still discovering new things about him like his relationships with Versace and his aspiration to exist beyond the breadth of his own imagination. Just like my mom who is nowhere near as much of an activist but still pretty opinionated, and was a veteran school teacher for many years, his mother fought the good fight and created a new generation that dreamed and smiled and laughed and hoped as brightly as any child, but also he realized his community was still stuck in some shortcomings that he could overcome with spiritual synthesis and faith. That’s the blessing of youth.
Because he believed in himself, his teachers believed in him, and they told him, and he worked to achieve what he wanted out of life. One of my introductions to him as a mega celeb, post partum, and was through a podcast called Slow Burn season 2 or 3. It’s a podcast sponsored by Slate magazine.
The first season of episodes covered the Richard Nixon Watergate conspiracy cover up, and how there is one lone voice who had been silenced through deceipt, actual drugs and alcohol, duplicitous testimony against her credibility, until she persistently demanded to be heard. As a white woman of means and social networking privilege, she was also enslaved to the expectation of being a drinker, and a good ol boy’s wife, a consort, and because of the social roles they expected her to play in the conspiracy, without actually overtly admitting THEIR criminal compliscense (did i make a word up? I love making words up and not giving a fuck to back it up if I think I can swing it) They committed her to role SHE didn’t agree to and she cried foul Play. SHE declared “I am not complicit because of matrimonial obligation”.. She defined her place in the world. And she got a divorce because of her husband’s shrunken backbone.
Tupac defined his trajectory in the universe as well. His peers saw his drive, and he was his Mama but newly remodeled as genetically and beneficially happier to move through, and among the universe as an ultra deluxe dreamer/ enthusiast “version 25.2954ec540” 25 years ahead of his time. His Mama demanded a seat at the counter for herself and hers on Goddamm principle. And the Regardlesses of whether someone would spill it on top of her head would surely be responded to with a mighty fearlessness navigated by Martin and Malcolm and you and me and Megan and Oprah and the sweetest girl you ever would have been privileged to be stabbed by if provoked. (Can’t quite recall the Samuel Jackson Pulp Fiction quote , but you being the dude, I bet 10 bucks you can. Either way I’m sure she was going to have a really solid sucker Punch Surprise Sundae for anyone who was willing to sling jabs. But instead she gifted us with a beautiful baby boy named Tupac. And I believe in God.
Thanks again for all you are and what you mean to the universe.
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