There are times, when the smell of spring is distant but discernible through the open car window, and the bass of the song on the radio is pulsing through your legs just so, and the moon is rising yellow oval over the horizon, and your fangs slide out of your jaw into place with that comfortable click, when everything feels just RIGHT.
I run.
The paved trail winds close to our house and is used by bikers, runners, and walkers. Today is a nice day so a lot of people are out. Since the trail is narrow it’s best to run without headphones so you can hear bikers signaling to pass on days like this.
I hear a dog on a leash growl at a squirrel.
I hear a man tell his colleague he appreciates how a certain politician carries himself on television.
I hear birds overhead singing in clusters. The branches of the trees on both sides stretch over the trail in places, forming a tunnel when they bloom.
I hear an older lady tell her colleague how frustrated she is that the clerk would only return her the sales price on the cardigan she took back.
I hear a woodpecker slam his head into a tree, as fast as a machine.
I hear a woman tell her colleague how that was the boy she voted for three times on American Idol, she tried five times and got through three, that boy sang so well and she loved his shirt.
And I run.
“I am a genius.” — @just_alison, out of context.
Working on the clip for Criterion, my son walked by, saw this image and asked, ‘Dad, how did you get Monkey to think?’
HEYSAM REAL ORIGINAL USE OF STOP ANIMATION AND THE MAPLE LEAF RAG !
Great minds think alike, Shmessie. Great minds. I claim complete ignorance of that film, but it is lovely and very well made. Only problem now that you’ve made the connection is that I will forever associate Delicious Monster with handjobs. Kind of gives new meaning to the name.
Working on the clip for Criterion, my son walked by, saw this image and asked, ‘Dad, how did you get Monkey to think?’
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I don’t know if I’ve told him this, but every time I see this image I picture Adam’s smiling face. (even if it’s a crappy toot.) Happy birthday, buddy. Thanks for bringing good things, including your smile, into our lives.
