Extreme fatigue today but here are some semi-coherent thoughts to document this historic day.
1.) Have the sun and moon let all this attention to to their big heads? They are so 8 hours ago. Wish they could put on their act without requiring the purchase of accessories to view them. So high maintenance. Prima donnas, I tell you.
2.) We didn’t stare up through cardboard glasses to watch the eclipse. We gazed at the weird light and little shadow wonders around us. I shot; Danny edited photos of the successions of mini crescent-shaped eclipse shadows shimmering up our front yard like glow-in-the-dark fish scales. It was a pleasant surprise, somehow unspoiled by the tsunami of pre-event news coverage.
3.) I saw the trailer for the forthcoming Ben Stiller vehicle Brad’s Status the first time today on an all-trailers cable channel (thanks, Frontier; how did I live until now?). It seems Hollywood is establishing the Gen X midlife crisis genre to capitalize on the current batch of middle-agers’ First World lamentations. Making this prospect more tantalizing is the inevitability of identity crises large and small brought on by the amplifications of social networking. Those crafty studios are appealing to us older folks with a coming-of-age subplot for the millennials. Aging ungracefully with technology. A win-win, say the suits. In the film, Ben Stiller drives his college-bound son (Austin Abrams) crazy. The boy points out the dad’s rich friends are dicks, which I’m sure will be therapeutic for many folks my age. If you are around my age in the Gen X bracket, you be inundated with Boomer midlife ennui from movies like The Big Chill. It’s our turn now. Torturing millennials with our collective existential whine is a necessary rite of passage. I’m also especially glad to see Jemaine Clement in another film.
4.) My mother is experiencing sundowning, a form of aggressive behavior that people with Alzheimer’s and dementia experience when night falls. It gets a little Mommie Dearest in here from 8 to 9 p.m. She used to fall asleep and stay asleep but since removing her Lorazepam, she doesn’t have that sleepy calm anymore (which was doing more harm than good). I now have to be judicious with evening activities.
5.) Listened to Everything Now, the new Arcade Fire album. I love this line in the title track: Every song that I’ve ever heard/ Is playing at the same time; it’s absurd. Maybe you have to be my age or older to get this one.
6.) Thank you WUSF for your travel escapades on Monday night– a stroke of genius public TV programming. So shrewd and necessary. The golden-voiced Rick Steves may as well be the Sandman. I gently take hold of the cashmere sweater breezily draped on his shoulders and fly away with him. An hour later, a show about driving Route 66 is giving me a vicarious ride elsewhere. It’s a drive I’ve always wanted to take heading west but in combination with other two-lane routes. There and back, I’m setting the pace old-codger-with-an-old-Ford-Pickup style.
One more from my friend Nastasya, who offered a toast on Facebook to the karaoke DJs dealing with an unfortunate uptick in selections of “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” The song has seen a ridiculous surge in popularity because of yesterday’s astral event.