TWO DAYS IN PARIS, or how could a film on MOLIERE be so dull.

Many times I find myself attracted to films which have an actor or two that I like in it or the setting or time frame are appealing. Julie Delpy's TWO DAYS IN PARIS is really well done, in the end. She is able to give a glimpse into her world as an international citizen and as a woman who grew up (and probably lives sometimes) in Paris.

Her character is hard to take sometimes because she is rude to her American boyfriend, played by an actor I don't really know. He's good at being a doormat, however. And yet he is also assertive in a crudely manly way in that he insists on taking all the pictures during their vacation (they live in NYC) despite the fact that she is a photographer by trade. She also has a visual acuity condition that is only mentioned during a portrayal of the pre-pubescent Marion (Julie).

Meanwhile, her parents--in fact everyone who speaks French--talks about the boyfriend while he understands nothing. Ah, love. And there are a few cab rides in which the fascistic undertone of the underclass is shown. Julie's parents are bourgeois.

The end of the film is one many women who may have married early and then not by their forties may find hard to take. This film is not light on details.

Another film which one might say is overly detailed is the latest film on MOLIERE. I remember seeing a film called MOLIERE from France when I was in graduate school. It was very different from this one. This one is like walking through the kennels of the animal shelter and never finding the way out until you just have to scream. Enough said.

The Mind of Mencia, the mind of fascism, or the lack of a mind.

Usually I don't watch the Comedy Channel on cable. It is a fascist arm of the Republican government. It is responsible for Bush's continued flailings in office.

Tonight I watched 8 minutes of the comedy show The Mind of Mencia. I think this show should be renamed The Mind of Fascism, or how to show you have no mind at all. The scenario shown which so offended me this time contained an actor portraying The Dalai Lama and another actor portraying (someone I would not know the name of if I didn't watch some television) John McCain. Giving any attention to the Republican candidate indicates that the entire US media is backing this elderly person.

It would be easier to watch any of the American mainstream media if one didn't have a mind of at all. Fascism fills in the void.

BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN, a broken heart, and a black cat.

It has been some time that I haven't wanted to see the film BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN. My friends had rented it this evening, and I actually did want to see it although I have been mostly bedridden these past couple of days. The film started with panning vistas and point-of-view shots from the main characters who barely spoke for the first 20 minutes or so. This is where I stopped watching and had to go. I will watch this film--really watch it.

The initial sexual tension of BROKE BACK left much to be desired for my broken heart. Yes, my lover of two and a half months are at an impasse. Perhaps this is why my lungs have been thrashed with this bronchitis I've had. Thankfully, the actual pain in my heart smothers the inner sea its own outpourings. (I was supposed to see the play "Tis Pity She's a Whore' this past Sunday.

I want to make black cats my somewhere on my body or in film or paint. They are great healers. Buddie Vacant took care of me this weekend. He's otherwise known as Punk Chunky.

Planet Glee, JUNO, and BLAME IT ON FIDEL

Last Friday I had some fun--not enough--singing. Yes, I sing. My way. It's pretty off sometimes but then it's pleasant. Pleasant pheasant. That's my voice...a pheasant. My voice is like Planet Glee. Out there.

So, on Friday night I sang with my guest, Jack from the Bargain Basement Band. I played and sang with him and his wife (the second member of the Bargain Basement Band duo) on the Bro Jud on Love Energy Show. He has always wanted me to sing the song by Martha and the Vandellas, "Heatwave." What I didn't know was that he wanted to sing with me on it. I was prepared to sing my version of "Heatwave," but I couldn't. That doesn't meant that it wasn't possible to make some fun out of myself on the show.

I had some fun watching the film JUNO. The acting was really good. It was ironic that the two "famous" actors in the film played the yuppie couple who could rock. Yes, the film is stupid, too. I just really like the expression "...you're having a food baby."

There was a baby at the decentric center of the French film BLAME IT ON FIDEL. The child is supposed to carry the film. I was thinking that maybe French children are so intelligent that this film might be one a 9-year-old might watch. For adults, it was a bit light...sharing, community, etc. I wish Fidel could be blamed for a successful attempt at civil rearrangement that the child's parents are trying to achieve in Allende's Chile. Viva Sandinista.

Spending the first day with Amma.

Amma was there at the ashram today. She walked in and smiled at everyone. There was a 9 minute meditation, and then Amma began darshan.

I love to watch Amma give darshan. I wonder how I would feel if I sat and watched Amma give darshan for the duration of the 4 hours I spent at the ashram today. There is no speculation on this one to be had from me at this time.

Speaking to other people about Vedic astrology, herbs, healing, and about Amma while Amma was giving darshan was enough.

Today was a sultry day and welcome to those of us who live in San Francisco. The respite from incessant winds was uncommon.

I am listening to J. Mascis' cd J sing for Amma. My favorite song is Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu. It tranlates to "may all the beings in all the worlds be happy."