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7/29/2020
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Think Of Something Beautiful

Think of Something Beautiful. That's what the little sticker on the rear door of a white van said. I saw it last week as I was walking doggie. It was a little thing that made me smile.

Think of Something Beautiful. Major League Baseball is restarting. That's a good thing. I'm still not sure how I feel about the DH in the NL. There are no fans at the games. At Dodger Stadium there are card board cutouts of fans. You can purchase one at dodgers.com. You won't be at the game, but your image will be. Insert joke about people in LA having no depth.

Think of Something Beautiful. Joe Kelly's mocking pout in Houston yesterday. FU Astros!

Think of Something Beautiful. That feeling of putting on clean clothes after a shower. The smell of soap during a shower. The power of the shower.

Think of Something Beautiful. Or maybe just enjoyable. I recently finished the series Red Oaks on Amazon. It is set at a country club called Red Oaks in New Jersey during the 1980s. The main character is an assistant tennis pro named David who is trying to figure out what to do with his life. It also delighted me to see some of the episodes were directed by Amy Heckerling or Hal Hartley.

I remember back in New York in the late 80s/early 90s, Hal Hartley's films were must-sees. His film Simple Men had the line: there's no such thing as adventure and romance, only trouble and desire.

Red Oaks also sent me on a nostalgia trip to New York in the late 80s when we saw films at the Quad or Cinema Village, and we all lived in crappy apartments. We had answering machines. We wore black work boots or Doc Martens or black shoes. You needed a good pair of shoes/boots because you walked everywhere. There was pizza at St. Marks and all the delis and bodegas. We dyed our hair with manic panic. I walked fast. It was all so new. There was beauty in the grit of it all.

Think of Something Beautiful. The Strand Bookstore. I spent hours in there.

Think of Something Beautiful. The sunsets in LA continue to be awesome.

Think of Something Beautiful. The look of certainty and joy on the doggie's face when he's about to get yet another walk.


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