09.08.08

I’m am writing from a top my creative post. Here we sit, me and my 2002 MAC PowerBook G4, on top of a Yamaha Keyboard. A hand me up from my brother (completely functional) that is now serving as a desk. But why you ask? Must a keyboard be used to hold a lap top computer up? Answer: My computer is 6 years old, and last year, I (with the contribution of others) broke its neck. It might be compared to holding a colastamy bag for an elder. Holding it up and nursing it every time it is used. You kind of see it as pathetic, but smile at it for its effort. I do love my loyal robot.
I am 25 years old as of last Tuesday, and these are the artifacts displayed on my wall. A “JAWS” poster is first and foremost my greatest possession. I bought it in 1999 whilst I was away at my first of many summer film programs. I was in Boston, at a poster shop, and there it was. A “JAWS” poster with the graphic from a “JAWS 2” poster. I fell in love with it immediately and haven’t lived in a room without it since. I hope I never get married, because I have no idea where it might be displayed. But I can guarantee it will be in the hospital room the day I die.
A few years ago, I also gained possession of “The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou” DVD release poster. This is also near and dear to my heart. This movie slapped me in the face with emotion and happiness. I bear this badge of honor in the form of a second rate poster. The aquatic theme however, only grows worse.
Side note: There is announcement going out in my neighborhood over a loud speaker. I can’t tell if it is threatening, but it definitely brings to mind the Holocaust. “Vamanos al Parque!” That’s what they are repeating. I live across from Maria Hernandez Park in Bushwick Brooklyn… New York City. The park closes at, well, I suppose now, and there are still occupants lingering. Los Policios want them out, immeditaley. I’m sure it was just a harmless game of handball… or drug related, maybe.
On to the continued adventure that is the brick orange landscape of my wall. I LOVE SHARKS. I would say that the easy way out is to call them my power animal. But its probably beyond that. Lets put it this way. I have repeatedly told my family that if I die an early and untimely death, that I demand I be cremated, and have my ashes mixed with chum and fed to great whites. My brother is the only one to support this choice, and the only one who would carry the plan forward if so needed. The third poster I mention is and opened mouthed great white. Teeth thrashed, gums unfolded and ready for the kill. It helps me fall asleep.