Autumn’s Awareness

I shouldn’t be writing in this blog. I should be writing. Creatively. I should be writing creatively.

I am aware that any writing is better than no writing, but I still feel guilty that I’m not putting my creative powers to better use. The other morning, while packing up merchandise for his and Lizzie’s California tour, Baba told me that Lizzie wakes up every morning around 5:30. TO WRITE. That is dedication, passion, and respect for her art, and I know fully well, as I have for months now, that it’s exactly what I need to do. I need to put the pen to paper, and write. And not about my feelings or my whinings or my day – but from the clandestine, beautiful recesses of my Soul.

Currently Dharma Dog is laying by my feet, snoozing. Which is far better than crying, which is basically what he did througout the entirety of last night. It reminded me of a babysitting job I had years ago where the little boy wouldn’t fall asleep and kept crying hysterically, and we both ended up on the floor crying and desperate. I think I got about an hour of sleep last night, since I also randomly became sick in the middle of the night. All of this led to me calling out of work, which is ridiculous since it was my first day of work in about six months. Which is terrible. But also sort of amazing. Haha.

I’m dog-sitting Dharma for the next week and a half, while Lizzie West and Baba are out in California helping to change and re-awaken the world. I was honored to have a wonderful night with everyone a couple days ago, where we made dinner and shared music, and Lizzie sat down and read the synopsis of her book to us. The following morning, I drove Cam (their fellow musician and friend) to the airport. It is absolutely refreshing to be around people who are so alive, and authentic, and using their voices to inspire change and Beauty. I am so grateful to have such wonderful people newly in my life, proving that even the smallest of moments can change the course of our steps on this earth.

I am already feeling terribly stifled here in Massachusetts. There is much negativity in this house, with my mother, and as much as I love her, I am afraid her home is not conducive to my newly-awakened Self. I am attempting to create an effective open dialogue with her, in the hopes that no drastic decisions need to be made, but I am simultaneously aware that I can not and will not return to the desperation of my life six months ago. To have traveled for the last six months in vain would be a travesty, and I therefore will take the lessons I have learned, and the windows of fresh air I have opened, and continue to breathe deeply of this life.



Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist is certainly a movie I will return to again, much like The Breakfast Club or High Fidelity. Similar in context and mood, Nick and Norah brings us back to a time when movies were more than just cheap thrills and bawdy humor – they were a representation of the time, of its subcultures, and the intricate interplay of personal relationships within that time and culture. I was consistently impressed with the acting, the music, and the natural flow of the entire picture.

Certain reviews have claimed this movie to be a letdown compared to the highly praised Juno, but in fact I found the contrary to be true. In comparison to Juno’s forced quirkiness and slight pretentiousness, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist was a breath of fresh air.

Michael Cera is someone I’ve watched from the corner of my eye, not totally convinced he was the real deal, but this movie, and his role as Nick, makes it official for me: he’s a great actor – both dynamic and adorable. He’s basically the John Cusack for the younger generation (so I guess I’ll just have to keep my feet in both those pools).

Kat Dennings as Norah was a perfect fit. I found her character to be well developed and believable. She has both a 50’s pin-up girl beauty to her that is quite fascinating, whilst simultaneously carrying a girl-next-door quality along with it.

I’d also like to add that my mother considered Ali Graynor (who played Norah’s best friend, Caroline) to be the best drunk she’s ever seen on screen. Not sure how that relates to anything, but thought I’d add it since my mom wouldn’t shut up about it. Hm. Not sure what that says about my mom.

Overall, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist is worth the trip to the theater, especially since I officially believe again in whimsy, inspiring music, ridiculously fun frienships, and the fresh awakenings of new love.