different same
tried to watch mel gibson’s Apocalypto - gave up after 40 minutes of boredom. all the violence in this film and his previous crucifixion film makes me think gibson is not a happy person inside. and of course his sexist anti-semitic comments also keep coming to mind.
since i shaved my head and moustache off so i look like an angry mean psychotic amish serial killer, we get stopped less often in the streets by people trying to sell us stuff. we’ve also learned not to slow down or stop because then the sale sharks move in for the kill. as for the beggars, we only pay the old and the crippled - all the young and middle aged requests/demands we ignore.
we’ll be talking along and lady will lunge for her computer to start recording what’s being said. once in our early days while making love i said something clever and she wiggled away from me to write it down. i call her polly pureheart. intrepid reporter polly pureheart reporting from private places unknown. i do like what she’s doing with the conversations though - it’s a fresher, more immediate way of writing.
we wandered more dead end small twisting alleys inside the city walls again this morning amidst crooked buildings, stone arches, open doors, cats, refuse, and the smell of human feces. all this magic exotic visual input has become a part of the same old same old. it’s amazing what one can get used to. after a few dozen ancient walled towns in various countries, the eyes appreciate rather than become astounded. it’s time we stayed in one place long enough to get past the new and get past the next stage of chronological boredom so we can get to the point where we become part of the place we live. skipping from place to place has its charm, but after 11 months it becomes just more of a different same.
there’s academics, there’s intellectuals, and there’s noam chomsky. one out of three ain’t bad.
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