spoken in a think valley girl accent "Oh M'God! This is like So Em BAR assing"
It has been so long since i started this thing. Let's see if i can jump start into Blog mode.
Opppps, sorry brb..
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Okay back. See this is the kind of constant interruption that rules the lives of us mothers. Yes, mom.... me... for one third of the year since my kids live with my X. But man, that one third of the time is one wild ride. Sebastien, my son, just came over to describe his dream of last night. Apparently it combines Prison Break (like mother like kids, they are now addicted too), Halo, and Gladiatus. He described how he and his sisters take some craft to France ( a quad) while i am taking some strangely named craft to 'home'. We have all just broken out of prison. Lol. We all switch to aircraft. I come on board their craft and then they destroy mine. "But, Seb, why do you destroy mine". "Because it's useless now" says Seb. Its a boy folks. Only a boy would destroy something just because it is not being used. "but Sebastien.... just because you didnt need it, you had to blow it up...?" I insist, trying to instill some modicum of balance to his universe. He smiles broadly, bats his gorgeous eyes at me, kisses me and says, innocence dripping from his voice: 'yes mom, of course i did!"
Okay, let's steal some 'me' time while he is interested in playing battle ship with Morgane, his eldest sister. I hear him chattering on. ... "... and then we reach the shores of the States...." The shores of the states, lol, where does he get this vocabulary?
So, it seems like a second ago i was with Jac, in the Philippines, swearing we would never ever go back to Hong Kong. After a few days of sleeping in and eating i imagined the crew from Hong Kong would have to come and get us, Apocolype Now style. Jac had shaved her head, and was mumbling all the time.... I took to wandering around with ten cameras around my neck babbling 'hey man' and using my hands alot...
(see Mr Vix- i finally got that image in!)
Now i am suddenly transported to the shores of the States. Weird. Everyone is at LEAST fifteen pounds overweight. Everyone speaks in 'i know everything' tones. And all seem perfectly content to be living in a mall.
I think the idea i had of going out all night : ( the standard Gecko then Drop then Home Base) in order to make me tired enough to sleep on the flight backfired. Who knew that Continental offers hundreds of films. Yup, hundreds. And from classics to new releases. I ended up watching: Breakfast at Tiffany's, All About Eve, Fight Club and the cherry on the cake: Touch of Evil.
I think Touch of Evil is pure genius. PURE! Well's blocking for the camera, the way the dialogue plays with sentence fragments overlapping each other.... Pure Genius.
But i digress.
Fortunately part of my family lives in Newton Boston, that alternative democratic, well off and stylish in a 'once-were-hippy-and-now-have-cash-flow' sort of way suburban oasis. The other half lives in Nova Scotia- nothin but trees, boulders and lobsters folks. All left NYC screaming sometime after 911.
Me, i remain a New Yorker in my soul. As do all of us dago-wop bastards. You can take the girl out of the city, but not the city out of the girl.
Well, gotta feed the brood. And maybe start an edit or five. Looking forward to walking around the neighboorhood and gawking at all the houses- wood, brick, all with unique personalities.....
Until the next blog:
eat your heart out Mr Vix!
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