edwin

I just pulled my soaking wet clothes from a large puddle in the washer. The washer in my building is broken again. There's nothing like ringing your own clothes out by hand and hanging them up all over the place to dry since the dryer seems to be broken too.

On a lighter note I'm watching Marlon Brando in The Wild One on some classic movie channel. I've never seen it. It's a 54 year old movie in black and white and it's a damn fine movie still. It has a spirit to it despite the age, a charm despite the depth of a modern film and all of its' toys. Plus Brando is a bad man. This was him at his peak... during a run of Oscar nominations and can't miss performances. He really burns up the screen, like he's ahead of his time or something. As the leader of the Black Rebels Motorcycle Club he proclaims: "I don't make no deal with no cop!"

Still looking for my next place to live. I have 4 weeks. In the meantime I'm excited about the weekend, excited about the soda I'm about to drink, excited about the hockey playoffs, excited about a great many stupid little things that perhaps only a child would enjoy but my heart don't lie... I have a youthful heart and an old soul. I bask in the sunshine and dance in the rain. I'm grounded in reality and take the occasional flight into make believe through a daydream or two. Do you? What do you do?

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Here's a very very recent picture of the playoff beard: