Bottled Water

Because it rained so long last night, I'm going to stay inside today.

Maybe Something will come to me.

Though if Something comes, all I can do is react. I can't think or create, I can only react and try to aim my reaction toward some kind of perception so that later I might try to use that perception to think and to create.

It's a good day to just sit here and dream about living in Europe.

I could live in Europe, as it's a place where philosophy is still important, as I couldn't live in South America as beautiful as it might be.

If a book gets made into a movie it's probably not a very good book, though there are a few exceptions. But a bad book can be a good movie, as was the case with No Country for Old Men.

Has a poem every been made into a movie? Not counting The Night Before Christmas, I can only think of Pasolini's version of The Canterbury Tales which I've not seen.

A movie can be a poem, as Terence Malik proved in Tree of Life and as almost any Fellini film demonstrates.

The idea twenty years ago that we'd ever need to buy water in water bottles must have been as strange then as it is to expect Hollywood to make good movies now.