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Tonight I'm watching the classic Tarkovsky film, Andrei Rublev. I hope I don't fall asleep. It's been an odd day. Spent most of it in bed reading about how I might change my job without too much pain. Walked to the pet store for kitty litter and food and ran into a former neighbor with whom I had never spoken. I lost my house I was renting back in August of 2003. The greedy landlord wanted to take advantage of San Francisco housing and the people who are moving here and buying houses at ridiculous prices.
After living in Berkeley for 6 months after the eviction in a crack neighbor near the Berkeley marina, I moved back to the old neighborhood which is called Bernal Heights. Back to the meeting with the old neighbor. He was extremely drunk (most people could tell by his body language and manner of speech.) He got up the courage to say hello to me. I said hello back and then he asked me if I wanted a drink. I said I don't drink. He said he'd buy me a coke or something. Somehow fascinated by this person whom I'd seen so many times in the ten years I'd lived on the street now accosting me, I decided to go have a cranberry juice with him at the nearby bar.
It's kind of difficult to have a conversation with someone who's drunk to begin with. This was not going well. The person at the pet store had told me that he was worried about this guy's dog, so when he invited me to see how well his dog was doing, I decided to go into the house I'd seen so often and never had been in. The dog was very cute: small white terrier with long kind of dreadlock hair. The guy showed me his many guitars, none of which was in tune or playable!
I decided to say hi to his grandmother who owns the house and made my get-away. Perhaps I will try to bring back Prohibition. Drinking is so harmful to everyone. It really disgusts me. People who drink don't disgust me, however. I feel bad for them because there is a lurking depression under the veneer of being drunk.

The Incredibles

Will there be no more superheroes if everyone is one? Is there a God or some approximation of a Universal Spirit?

The Incredibles, a recent animated film, had me very skeptical about its intentions at first. The superheroes are banished from the city they had been defending against evil. They then live in a suburbia reminiscent of that in which The Flintstones
lived. Mr. Incredible's name is Bob Parr (a golfing reference?). He gets a job in the bowels of an insurance company where he gets every customer over the hurdles of corporate greed. He still is an Incredible.

Proving genetic theory, his offspring are also Incredibles. They each have there own supra-human talent. Even their baby is discovered to have hidden Incredible "powers."

What kind of bothered me about this film is the fact that the counter-hero states that he would like to be a superhero also. The Incredibles are not the only superheroes in this film. But, alas, he is not a superhero, really. And his statement: "Once everyone has become a superhero, there will be none" is the existential question I'm asking. Perhaps its Nietschzean...

The film is very cleverly done, and I'm glad I saw it. But it leaves me asking questions that I would appreciate some comments upon!