Dreamways

 "I have a theory,“ writes Robert Wright in his essay titled "E-Mail and Prozac (The New York Times, 17 Apr 07). "The more e-mail there is, the more Prozac there will be, and the more Prozac there is, the more e-mail there will be."

This is the sort of bizarre challenge issued to us by dreams. Or nightmares.

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In his article “When Germs Talk, Maybe Humans Can Answer” (The New York Times, 25 Feb 07, section 3, pg. 3) Michael Fitzgerald reports on stuff of dreams (or “B” science fiction movies): communication between and among single-celled bacteria.

“Bacteria work in groups, and take action only when their numbers are large enough to achieve their goals, something they determine by using what scientists call ‘quorum sensing.’ If you can keep the bacteria from communicating, they can’t form a quorum – they won’t act.”

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Sleep Dream. I’m in the Springs to tape a radio show. It has rained, everything is wet. I am poking around in the car, driving about rather aimlessly. I get a phone call on my cell. It is Midge. „Where are you?!?“ she asks, quite upset. „What do you mean?“ I ask, surprised by the anger and hurt in her voice. „I’ve been waiting here at the station for over an hour!“ I suddenly realize that somehow I have lost track of time, that I have missed the recording time. „Midge, I am terribly sorry!“ I say.

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This French movie stars Gael García Bernal and Charlotte Gainsbourg. Directed by Michel Gondry. The story of Stephane and Stephanie, two young, dreamful people, next door neighbors in Paris. Stephane lives a life where the boundaries between sleepfulness and wakefulness are enormously less distinct than for most people. Stephanie, too, is much more connected to the dreamful world than most.

Their dreamful ways afford both of them much beauty and magic, but, particularly for Stephane, create great difficulties in negotiating the wakeful world.

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This Argentinian movie is about forty-year-old writer Pablo Pérez who is living with AIDS. Financially struggling, he relies on his father to fund his life. A gritty picture showing a year of his existence. The two main aspects are his coping with AIDS and his search for connections, if not love. He explores the worlds of sex / romance ads, as well as the world of leather. He gets his journal published, which results in his father banishing him. Pablo is oddly vacant. Not just floating along, but with seemingly little sense of self.  read more »

San Francisco. F and I sit in our lovely room at the Hotel Adagio, formerly the Cortez, which had kitchens in each room. The culinary spaces are gone, now made into sleeping rooms.   We breakfasted at the Café de la Presse on Bush and Grant, a lovely, spacious French space, if un petit pricey.

Talking with Bret over coffee, I inquired what are his thoughts about doing honor’s thesis. He started explaining why he isn’t going to pursue it. I realized that I was not interested in his explication.

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I met D yesterday at a brew bar in Castle Rock. We chatted and worked on a new script.   F took me to dinner at the tiny and wonderful Z Creperie in Highlands. Fabulous food! And the cutest waiter, blond and skinny, in super tight hiphuggers – so retro!  read more »

Piano lesson. When I arrived, I told Steve that I needed to leave at a quarter to two, rather going with than our usual free flow (until +/- 4:00). It was interesting to see that Steve didn’t change anything prior to our sitting at the piano. He made tea, cooked pancakes, and we chatted the usual couple of hours or so, leaving less than an hour for the lesson. Of course, I did nothing to alter this flow either. The watching / testing part of me can lead to my being passive, not directing events as I would like them to go.  read more »

Teleconference this afternoon: me, Alvin, Millie, Bonnie, Randy, Elana. I realize, aftewards, that in difficult situations such as the EB finds itself, my default mode is to think / act as if I will have no allies whatsoever. So that when attorney Elana mentioned that she could attend the Recall meeting, part of me automatically wanted to say „No!“ But then I realized that I could, actually, have another ally there to help with keeping the meeting from being hijacked.  read more »

Sleep Dream.  I am my current age, I have arrived at Grāvele’s house, the one in the Springs, for a piano lesson. The atmosphere is quite relaxed. There is none of the Terror and Tension that I used to experience around her. It is one of those cozy-feeling late spring days, overcast, yet warm. The inside of her house is not as I knew it, it feels homier. We are sitting at a spinet, talking. Talking!!! She is wanting to engage me in genuine conversation!

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