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Flashback Friday, New Years’ Resolution Reality Check #2 — Daily Batman: It Begins

December 17, 2010

This entry was originally posted on Jan 19, 2010 at 6:02 pm. It contains the fourth of my New Years’ Resolutions for 2010. Over the next several Flashback Fridays, I will be taking them out, dusting them off, and seeing how well I followed through. I do not anticipate it always being pleasant, but the truth can’t be.

A confession: When I was a kid, I kind of always wanted to be the Joker. The whole Catwoman thing mainly started because I knew that a girl Joker wouldn’t fly. I remember vividly that when I explained this to my older cousin, he patiently said, “Well, what about Wonder Woman?” and I threw my hands up in disgust: clearly, he was missing the point entirely. I wanted to be the guy across the street from this kid (below), staring him down from my front porch, smirking and wearing a purple suit. Maybe smoking, too. You know. For maximum badass effect. “In your face, Smarmy McSavesalot — this is what I think of The System!”


I think this career goal still haunts me and is responsible for my general dissatisfied lack of commitment as a working adult. How you going to find me dutifully plugging away in a cubicle when I promised my babyself always to rage against the machine?

So, putting that insight together with Ben Okri’s quote, I guess what this chain of thought is telling me is that I need to learn to keep my eyes open for signs and portents of a destiny that can dovetail with my dreams.

I cannot believe that I was meant to go either rudderless through this world, or chained in a galley, desperately wheeling my arms around for a ship I already hate, which is bound only to sink no matter whether I keep paddling or get consistently whipped for refusing to row. I won’t believe that. I can’t accept that that is the plan for me or for anyone.

E’s fourth resolution for 2010: Look for signs. Keep hope alive. And, really, there is no reason not to wear a trimly-tailored purple suit while I do it.

Reality Check: I did my best on this one, really far better than I did on making a joyful noise. Next year, I will just have to keep on looking for more hope and signs. I ditched the job I disliked and work now for far less financial reward, but with much more passion and satisfaction. What I think I gained back this year, particularly in the face of almost fatal illness, was some of the credulity that must predate a quest for hopeful signs. My dream has been fulfilled, as Mr. Okri suggested, in ways I did not expect. I have grudgingly begun to place more belief in miracles again. And that is encouraging.

Final note: When I originally posted this last January, Wrasseler left me this lovely poem-prose comment that I wanted to be sure to add to this post now.

Signs in Space that is not Space do not appear as the signs we Approach and Contemplate. Signs in Time become mathematical. Then signs take meanings. Our hearts and minds move mountains through History. That’s a long way.

Everybody Else lives in Time. In the Renaissance Garden of Statutes turn past your liberties. Continue on toward your Statute of Limitations. Your Limitations are not the sign. The sign is not beyond your Limitations.

Dreams making history do not lose Time. They let Time lose them. This is the sign. Woman as Joker. How natural. Natural History. Another sideline for the woman who Time lost.


The sign is not beyond my limitations. Thanks again for that, dude!

I’ll have a butterscotch sundae, I guess.

May 22, 2010

Had errands to run to help my mother and her friends with some church luncheon shenanigans in the morning, and a lot-lot-lot on my mind today, but the good news is it was a foggy-but-genial day for Grandma, which makes everything much better. She had a pretty gay time just watching traffic and neighborhood cats out the front window.


Paper doll set intended for framing by claudiavarosio on the etsy.

Margot: You probably don’t even know my middle name.
Royal: That’s a trick question; you don’t have one.
Margot: ‘Helen.’
Royal: That was my mother’s name.
Margot: I know it was.

Guess what I watched today? I’m not so sure it was the greatest move.


“Margot Tenenbaum” by Jopet on the deviantart.

Raleigh: You don’t love me any more, do you?
Margot: I do. Kind of? I can’t explain it right now.


Raleigh: Are you ever coming home?
Margot: Maybe not.
Raleigh: Well, I want to die.


“These days I seem to think…” bytoxicdecay on the deviantart.

Raleigh: You made a cuckold of me.
Margot: I know.
Raleigh: Many times over.
Margot: So sorry.


“Old Mink Coat” by Vitamin Bee on the deviantart.

Richie: You dropped some cigarettes.
Margot: Mm? Those aren’t mine.
Richie: Th — they just fell out of your pocket.


“Margot Tenenbaum II” by cielobell on the deviantart.

Ethel: How long have you been a smoker?
Margot: Twenty-two years.
Ethel: Well. I think you should quit.


“Margot Tenenbaum” by Brett Is a Girl on the redbubble.

Richie: I think I might be in love with Margot.
Royal: … Margot Tenenbaum?


“Margot Tenenbaum” by Tussilagon on the deviantart.

“I’ll have a butterscotch sundae, I guess.”

Music Moment with bonus Movie Moment: The Royal Tenenbaums and The Colourfield, “Thinking of You.”

November 12, 2009

The Colourfield – Thinking of You

This song cropped up earlier today thanks to iTunes’ “Genius” feature, and it struck me anew with its catchiness and the dark comedy of its lyrics, written by Terry Hall (who is the cute boy in the picture below — I forgive him for being British and not Irish). I strongly urge you to give it a quick listen: it really grows on you.

The now-defunct Manchester band The Colourfield was lead by The Specials’ Terry Hall and came out with some pretty good stuff in the mid to late 1980’s. I will go in to it more some other day, unless I forget. The track features Katrina Phillips, of crazy-go-nuts O.G. gothic rockers the Skeletal Family, on backing vox, but the sound is more Burt Bacharach than Bauhaus. Anyway, here are lyrics and bonus images from Royal Tenenbaums, because the words totally remind me of the relationship between Margot and Richie in that film, and I’m that dorky that I have Royal Tenenbaums screencaps literally at my fingertips.

I guess I kind of sort of know
I ought to be thinking of you
But the friendship’s built on trust
And that’s something you never do

Well who knows maybe tomorrow?
We can share each other’s sorrow
And compare our graveside manner
As we wave our lonely banners

If you ever think of me
I’ll be thinking of you
If you decide to change your views
I’m thinking of you

You can walk away from loneliness
Anytime you choose
And you’re the sort of person
That hasn’t anything to lose


But who cares maybe tomorrow
You can lead and I could follow
So walk where angels fear to tread
For everything you’ve ever wanted

And if you ever think of me
I’ll be thinking of you
If you can spare an hour or two
You’ll know what to do

I could be the one thing there
In your hour of need
So if you decide to change your views
I’m thinking of you


Let’s roll the dice
In the fool’s paradise…
Share moonlit nights
Breathing nothing but lies

Let’s open our eyes…
We should take a bus to somewhere else
To somewhere new
Thank god we’re alive
And bite off more than we can chew
Do the things that just don’t matter
Laugh while others look in anger
Stumble over four leaf clovers
And say goodbye to lonely banners


If you ever think of me
I’ll be thinking of you
Through thick and thin I bear it and grin
And never give in

I could be the one thing there
In your hour of need
So if you decide to change your views
I’m thinking of you