Spitball Army

Aiming to fill a hole in my filmic vocabulary, and to be on a more level standing with my Auteurs cohorts, I rented Stalker.

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There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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When I got up, slightly past 6, I went directly to the kitchen and put the coffee on. One look out the window and I could see that the landscape had changed in just 60 minutes. I grabbed my camera and walked out onto the front porch.

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This year I pledged to make good on my internet yapping and mail Christmas cards, something I haven’t done for many, many years. It turned out to be a pleasantly satisfying experience.

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I drove to the pool at 5:00 a.m., despite the cold and wind. By the time I arrived, the sky had begun to express itself with intermittent spittles of rain. I had nearly completed half a mile in the outdoor pool when the lifeguard shut it down.

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Diane and Walter, my new travelling companions, are married and live just south of Birmingham. It takes me fifteen to twenty minutes to extract this information from them. Good thing I’ve brought a book with me.

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I thought I’d get to the polling place by 6:00 a.m. and be the first in line, or close to the first. Then, last night, it dawned on me that I would have the privilege of waiting just as long at the #1 position as I would at #56. So I take my time getting to the community school polling place, arriving at around 6:20. Coffee mug in hand, I step into the line. I am indeed #56.

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With this classmate in mind, I had programmed Mick Jagger’s “Old Habits Die Hard” instead of other possibilities, which could have included ELO’s “Evil Woman” or The Rolling Stones’ “Bitch.”

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As I pulled into the parking spot in front of the Crestwood Coffee Company, I noticed some scribbling on the asphalt. I pulled back out a few feet and saw this graffito.

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“When an artist uses a conceptual form of art, it means that all of the planning and decisions are made beforehand and the execution is a perfunctory affair. The idea becomes a machine that makes the art. This kind of art is not theoretical or illustrative of theories; it is intuitive, it is involved with all types of mental processes and it is purposeless.” – Sol LeWitt

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