My strangely brilliant son woke up at 5am, wanting to get back to work on one of his projects. This time he’s recreating the Dr. Seuss classic, Green Eggs and Ham, page by page. Manic compulsions run in our blood. I totally get it. But I begged him to go back to bed, if only for a little while. Perhaps that was a mistake. I fell back to sleep and experienced one of those very vivid early morning fever dreams/nightmares. In it I was attempting to reconcile with some old friends (who I lost, in real life, when emotions were running high just after I lost a pregnancy in 2003). Somehow my son was standing too near their fireplace and his shirt sleeve caught fire. At first it seemed he’d only gotten a bit singed but then there were blisters and burns on his face and arms and it was completely awful and then I woke up. Yippee, what a fun way to start the day! And it’s a gloomy one at that.
In happier news…ahoy there fellow Twin Citians! First, a PSA. Second Harvest is seeking volunteer apple gleaners. Help out if you can. Do it for me. Alas, they’ve only scheduled times that conflict with my schedule. Secondly, something exciting is happening tomorrow night, October 22nd, at The Cedar. It’s the debut of International Novelty Gamelan’s original film score to The Adventures of Prince Achmed (1926) a feature length animated film by the German animator Lotte Reiniger (the little man and I saw it years ago at the Walker, very cool). The amazing Paul Metzger opens.
Bonus: One Nation Under God? Yowza! This work of “art” embodies everything I abhor about the notion of American exceptionalism. I am thankful for this parody of it.
Plus: A much better representation of what it means to be an American. 86-year-old WWII vet on gay marriage: “what do you think I fought for in Omaha Beach?”
And: Yet another take on Americans, and mankind, in general…this H.P. Lovecraft Chick-like Cthulu tract, Why We’re Here.
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