Friday night Ivan and I hung out and after some discussion we decided on Napoleon Dynamite at the Bourse. Good movie, funny at parts, but mostly it was the same joke over and over. The dance sequence however, does make it worth the price of admission.


Ivan's lips, looking good since the piercing last Friday.

Afterwards, we joined Ivan's friend and his fellow art students at Cosi. Good conversation, good coffee, a really fun time. I even managed to score an interview with a girl named Lauren. Super pretty, she had an abstract vagina tattooed on her arm. She does art on skateboards and her stuff is showing now, at a local Philly gallery.

Today, I went to a local park for some Fourth of July neighborhood festivities. Normally, this would not be my scene, but I was there to help my sis-in-law, who was an organizer of the event. I don't know how much of a help I was. OK, I know not much help at all, but I did over hear some conversations that were disturbing.

The only people that can get me out of bed early on a Saturday morning

A chubby kid grabbed a brownie and shoved it in his mouth. His father chastised him in one of the most shameful ways I have ever heard. I thought to myself this kid will spend the rest of his life, heavy, and eating just to piss his father off. The look on the kids face was horrifying as his father lectured.

Around the same time, young mother turns up with what appeared to be her parents and her four small children. You know how some parents and children look needy? Well, they had that look. She was so mean to these kids, even to the point of smacking the little boy who was about one. Not much nurturing was happening there.

A young Marlon Brando, need I say more?

Later I went out and rented Last Tango In Paris. I really liked Marlon Brando. His parents were both raging alcoholics who both found recovery before they died. Unfortunately, his life was forever shaped. His son murdered someone, and his daughter hung herself at twenty-five years old. He didn't go to her funeral.