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This last week or so, my older sister gave birth to an as-yet-unnamed nephew, one of my younger sisters phoned to say she was pregnant, and my father sent me a card with an picture of his girlfirend, him, and baby-on-the-way. I'm anticipating the calls from my other two sisters any day... At least Mum won't be joining in; she's far too busy making three-dimensional anti-war collages out of waste cardboard and free papers, and doing something quite undescribable with old Yakult bottles, following a horrible bout of sickness caused by incautious baby contact. When I visit her, it'll all become clear. And I'll get to walk on the beach, up mountains, and around lakes. Joy.

A pile of unexpected films on this week as festivals collide! Both 8 1/2 and 8 Women (at the Phoenix and UPP respectively) and -- incredibly! -- a double bill of Un Chien Andalou and The Blood of a Poet or maybe I should follow up palpitating at Charlton Heston and Janet Leigh in last week's Touch of Evil with sighing after Rock Hudson and Lauren Bacall in Written on the Wind. Or maybe not. I doubt there'll be anything quite as amazing as the scene where Heston, insane with grief and rage after his wife's kidnapping, is tearing apart a bar-full of Mexican punks looking for the one who can tell him something. One bolts for the door, and Heston crosses the room in five strides, grabbs him by the collar and carries him in one hand back across the room and throws him down on the bar with such force that it disintegrates beneath him.

This morning I dreamt we had bought a big sprawling basement flat beneath an abandoned shop or storage space. It must've been cheap(ish) because a big chunk of the ceiling had been knocked through to the vast concrete space above which had the front knocked in, only big black plastic sheets keeping the outside out, and of course it had all been squatted, repeatedly, and was skanky and stinky and vile but hey, ours now. So we tore down the black plastic and scrambled down into the flat (I remember thinking, is this really a good idea?) and checked it out (it was eccentric -- the kitchen, though generous in other proportions, was just four feet tall, I would have to cook on my knees) but then a long line of people started coming in from outside, like a trail of ants, following each other through the shop in single file, and down a ladder set into the wall and into the flat where they proceeded to party. I thought they were the junkies and drunks who had wrecked the place but when I went and talked to them I realised they were all posh people slumming it, junky fashionistas and people who aped the homelessness style and the moment I started talking to them about the flat they were on about mortgages and reliable plumbers and I just wished they'd piss off so that I could sort out the place and then maybe my friends (who would be interesting to talk to) could come round for a party.

Comments

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badasstronaut
7th Mar, 2003 04:29 (UTC)
I don't really understand about babies. They're small and noisy and sometimes they smell. And that's about all.
crazycrone
7th Mar, 2003 04:38 (UTC)
Babies,etc
They piss right up into your face when you're trying to change their nappies, too! (boys, anyway-) Cats are SO much better...
Did the dream kitchen lead into John Malkovich's brain?
badasstronaut
7th Mar, 2003 04:46 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
I didn't understand that film. What was the point of going into his head anyway? I'd hate to go messing about inside people's ears. If you wanted to do that, wouldn't you just become an otolaryngologist or something?
crazycrone
7th Mar, 2003 05:11 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
Oh, I think it would be fun to see what life as a star is like;( but don't think John Malkovich's brain would be my first choice...)
The bit about shooting out onto the verge of the New Jersey Turnpike would definitely make me think twice, though...
cleanskies
7th Mar, 2003 05:26 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
... that's what everyone said in the movie, "Not my first choice, but ... "
cleanskies
7th Mar, 2003 05:25 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
otologist. I really liked it, Adaptation is great too, though I agree is doesn't make much sense (except for the bit about Cameron Diaz going off with Catherine Keener) ...
cleanskies
7th Mar, 2003 05:20 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
No, but it did remind me of Being John Malkovitch (in the dream). It lead out to a (normal height) broad concrete corridoor with really good natural light coming from big North-facing light-wells with damp old flyposting on the walls, too wet and faded to read any more.

Urgh. Babies also have a profoundly repugnant smell (even when they're clean) which always leaves me struggling not to gag when one is put in my arms (rude to make vomit noises when given children to coo over), makes me feel I'm holding something that really isn't human (according to my Mum, this is to make sure you only look after your own, and the smell of your own child isn't nasty in the same way). And now I'll have more to hold. }:[
badasstronaut
7th Mar, 2003 05:51 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
Actually, while I do normally try to wiggle out the way when people bring babies into places and then everyone's meant to be doing that enthusiastic pass the parcel thing [I much prefer the real sort of pass the parcel], when my niece was handed to me the first time I did find her very appealing, but I got sore arms because I was afraid to move and wake her because she'd fallen asleep. But she does get much more interesting over time. Vocabulary can count for a lot. No need for nappies is also an advantage. There's still the danger of making them cry if you accidentally say the wrong thing, but then some people are like that for life.
cleanskies
7th Mar, 2003 08:01 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
Yeah, most people like it. I'm just a mad unnatural freak.

The smell fades out before they start to talk, it's just a really tiny-baby thing -- once they start talking, and better yet, running into things, kids are heaps more fun.
crazycrone
7th Mar, 2003 07:16 (UTC)
Re: Babies,etc
Hm, I've often heard the smell of fresh-washed baby is supposed to be universally delightful, but I find it quite sickening, myself. Glad my sister also had more than enough of 'family life' in childhood and swore never to breed, either. In addition to being expected to dandle and coo, you have to cough up for presents all the time. Horrific...
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