But he loved the woman
And he fought a Tyrannosaurus Rex
And it was a bloody battle
But he fought it for his woman

– Daniel Johnston (as song by Tom Waits on Orphans)

I had two glasses of Mountain Dew, good ole neon piss, and when I got home from the game last night I couldn’t sleep. While Janaki brushed her teeth to go to bed, I cleaned off the stove, attacking the little drops of stuff that splash onto the top surface like a maniac.

I read a story to Janaki, a story about two tragic lovers in Edo and then got up from bed in order to outline a story about Ray Ronin, trumpet in one hand and katana in the other that concerns ghosts and the truth of history.

AFter that it was King Kong and Garden State on the new 19 inch flat screen TV, now hooked right into the stereo speakers for extra oomph.

I felt King Kong was too long but held some beautiful moments. There are some images and scenes on Skull Island and in 1930’s New York City that were haunting.

Garden State was fun to watch again, falling in love with Natalie Portman a few dozen more times.

It occurred to me in my sleep deprived state that both movies are about treasuring the fleeting moments we share with people we feel a connection with.

This isn’t to say that Garden State wasn’t also about love and trust and King Kong wasn’t also about the dangers of commodifying art.

I’m running on fumes, here.