Strangely, this afternoon I’ve felt rather … drunk? Sleep deprived? I can’t quite put my finger on it. Probably, I just need some food. I don’t usually skip meals but when I woke up this morning at 11:05 a.m. for my 11:00 a.m. class, there wasn’t much time for breakfast. And lunchtime … was spent in a flurry of propaganda activity (namely… printing and posting LIME GREEN (and other vibrant fluorescent colored) posters for Sunshine (in attention-grabbing grids of four. BAM! COLORS! Sans-Serif fonts! Bold statements! BOO-YA!). So I haven’t eaten anything today. Maybe it’s related.
Actually, Sunshine is a bit of an experiment– it’s a solid film, but didn’t receive much (if any) of a promotional campaign from Fox Searchlight Pictures. But I’m convinced that it’s a film that a lot of students at MSU would really enjoy. So the experiment is: can I promote the hell out of a film that no-one has heard of, and get a good turn-out at the Procrastinator? Only this weekend will tell…
This sunset tonight was mind blowing. I’ve seen skies equally filled with brilliant oranges and reds … but never a sky with so much texture in the clouds. It was radiant. Absolutely spectacular.
This evening brought another of life’s firsts: raking leaves off my lawn. Heck, it’s a first to HAVE leaves in the yard– growing up in the rural area surrounding Cheyenne didn’t privilege me to mounds and piles of leaves… wonderful, crunchy, colorful leaves. Piles of leaves that you can dive in to– without fear of hurting yourself. Unless you count the piles of tumble-weeds that would collect on the corral fence, that is…
So yeah. Seeing that the neighbor had left his leaf-rake out, I grabbed it and proceeded to pull back the brown-ing carpet of leaves to reveal a surprisingly still-green lawn.
And somehow, just that action of raking leaves … felt wonderfully wholesome. I can’t describe it. But tonight, I have another new definition of happiness: raking leaves off my lawn in the darkening light of a crisp November evening.
we’re growing up man
life’s coming, i can hear it
getting OLD