I want to be able to write, fuck I want to be able to write. I’ve just watched Cameron Crowe’s Almost Famous. I bought the dvd when it came out because I had heard good things about it and when I finally watched it, I loved it. I’ve been in the mood to watch it again recently and when Iain brought it back today, that was my plan for the night sealed.
It is an awesome movie, it won an Oscar for writing and the quality is obvious throughout. See I can’t even tell you what it is about the movie that is so great. It is very frustrating not being able to put down on paper (its an expression!) the thoughts going through my head. It’s something that I spent a large part of this afternoon struggling with aswell and more than half of that was fucking ticking boxes. It shouldn’t be so hard to take a thought or a feeling and express it clearly and concisely (and hopefully coolly) on paper. I just can’t do it. I know I’m really bad at it and I’m surrounded by people who are not just able to do it, they are really fucking good at it. I shudder to think at what I actually submitted today. It’s kinda like this blog. I said what I want to say, I don’t know how else to say it so just fuck it publish the bastard. (Just a note at this point that I am being ever so flippant and I took the paperwork a lot more seriously than I imply.)
On a whole other note, I have a new found respect for my sister. She rang my…what am I saying…our parents earlier today and said she wanted to go to Korea for a weeks holidays. She has a chance to go cheaply with some friends. As you more than likely know, Korea has been in the news a little lately Well this follows on from asking if she could go to Bali a couple of weeks after the bombing, then asking if she could spend the end of the year in the Philippines a couple of days after the Foreign Office issues a warning about Irish tourists going there and indeed there was one other place that she rang and asked to go to on the very day the Irish Foreign Office issues a warning about.
I’m just talking to my Dad about it over im and as soon as he tells me about her plans for Korea, the thought stuck me and I started laughing, It’s deliberate, it has to be. There is no way it could not be…well no its not, its just my sister. But its funny, she couldn’t possibly find a worse possible way to make Mom worry. It has to be respected. I’m half expecting to hear she has rung to ask permission to go to Iraq for a few days break. Saying all that, if I had the chance to spend 7 nights in Korea for a total cost of 150 Euro, I certainly would not have asked if I could have gone, I would have booked and sent a postcard!
Jumping back to the original topic; if you were to count the instances of the word ‘dig’ in Kerouac’s On the Road, I suspect it would total more than any other word in the book. It’s a good word. It is such a small world and it conveys so very much, appreciation and understanding. Pretty big things to be summed up in 3 letters. I dig Almost Famous. It makes me smile, it makes me laugh, it makes me sad and it makes me happy. I’ve left wanting to be maybe not more than I am now, but certainly better than I am now and that is not a by any means a bad goal.
fuck it, time to sleep.