...say, that's a snappy headline, isn't it? You can tell I'm really in the Mainstream Media, can't you?
We made the mistake of briefly stopping on the beginning of JEREMIAH JOHNSON on the tube last night...as if by hand of the occult, my Sweetie and I sat there and watched Sydney Pollack's and John Milius' masterpiece for the umpteenth time. From mountain man Del Gue:
I ain't never seen 'em, but my common sense tells me the Andes is foothills, and the Alps is for children to climb! Keep good care of your hair! These here is God's finest scupturings! And there ain't no laws for the brave ones! And there ain't no asylums for the crazy ones! And there ain't no churches, except for this right here! And there ain't no priests excepting the birds. By God, I are a mountain man, and I'll live 'til an arrow or a bullet finds me. And then I'll leave my bones on this great map of the magnificent...Amen, brother! Did I mention that our hotel in Cody this week was across the highway from John Jeremiah "Liver-Eating" Johnson's gravesite? He was moved to Cody from his grave in (yeech!!!) Santa Monica, CA, where he died in an old soldiers' home in January 1900.
I had...interesting...dreams. As I've said before, I think that movie had a disproportionate effect in bumping me out of my orbit. When I went to see it when it premiered in 1972, I actually thought I was going to be a citizen, have a 9-to-5 job, retire, etc. See how well that worked out. From Bearclaw:
March is a green, muddy month down below. Some folks like it. Farmers mostly.You have done well to keep so much hair...
...when so many are after it.
l hope you will fare well.