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...a series of musings from one of the world's most famous unknowns...

PISCES [Feb. 19–March 20]
"You owe it to us all to get on with what you're good at," said poet W.H. Auden. Make that your motto in the coming weeks, Pisces. Your motivation for doing the useful work you love to do shouldn't come from you alone. We, the rest of the world, want to be there inside you so that we can root you on and encourage you to give us your very best gifts. Tap into and refine and explore your talents for your own sake, yes—but do it for us, too.
-- my Horoscope via The Village Voice

Harlan Ellison, Science Fiction writer (original writer for The Outer Limits and Star Trek), has always been outspoken. Before becoming a "paid" writer, he held jobs as, by his account: "tuna fisherman, itinerant crop-picker, hired gun for a wealthy neurotic, dynamite truck driver, short order cook, cab driver, book salesman, floorwalker in a department store, and door to door brush salesman".
Some aspects of the story for The Terminator were sufficiently similar to two episodes ("Soldier" and "Demon with a Glass Hand") of the TV series The Outer Limits — both written by Ellison — that Ellison sued James Cameron. Ellison settled for several hundred thousand dollars, and the film's credits now include the simple statement: "Acknowledgment to the works of Harlan Ellison."
He is a fascinating man, and so --
Click on his photo above for his short rant on why writers should be paid, which includes the charming line "I don't take a piss without getting paid for it..."

HERE is a succinct video explaining the reasons for the strike:
I love Halloween, and so, here are TWO movies that I find to be freakin' terrifying.
AUDITION
A close friend of mine up North posted the following on his Blog, The Cold, Hard Facts Of A Cold, Hard Man:
I'm doing a little project that requires outside help.
I'd like to know what it would take for you to speak the words "Now, this is the life" aloud, and really mean it. Where would you have to be? What would you have to be doing? What person, place, thing, taste, or moment in life could you make you feel that way?
What's YOUR answer? Mine was this:
I would be surveying my woodland home, my children playing in the open field that lies just beyond a barn that had been converted into a music studio/production facility. They sky would be gray, a meerschaum pipe hanging limply from my lips. My wife waves to me from her circle of friends who lounge by the Koi pond. I can just make out the very edge of my property,the waist-high wire surrounding the perimeter gives off a faint crackle of implied electricity. "This is the life..."
TAMPOPO
This movie is a wonderful look at the world. Through food. And the enjoying of food. And the overwhelming importance -- and eroticism -- of food.
Lighthearted, bawdy, and totally sublime, it refers to itself as "The first Japanese noodle western".
This is one of my favorite films, and I screen it every once and awhile to remember what good movies look like.
ZATOICHI
Based on one of Japan's longest running series' about a peaceful, wandering blind masseur. But also a Hero-Swordsman, master of Iaijutsu.
I am in love with the Takeshi Kitano version of this movie. So much heart, so quirky. Tears and laughter, sprinkled with tension. And a tap dancing finale, of course.
Click on the photos for more, but these are SO worth your time.
Let me know what you think of them.

I received this in my inbox today -- a letter from one of my favorite artists and people, Clive Barker.
I’ve always wanted to write a book that will play with the reader in a way that has never been tried before.
Enter Jakabok, a vicious, demented and blood-thirsty demon. He was an occupant of hell for many years, and he knows how to cause every kind of mischief; grief, anguish and agony are his food and drink. But Mister B., as Jakabok likes to be called, is no longer an occupant of the underworld. He’s in this book.
Let me be clear: Mister B. is not in this book as Scarlett O’Hara is in Gone with the Wind. The terrifying Mister B. will be possessing this book, watching you from its words. He can feel the pressure of your fingers on the pages, he can hear your breath and your mutterings, he can also hear your heart quicken. That’s what he loves most: the quickening heart, the clammy hands. Any proof that the terrifying tales which he tells are working their dark magic.
You see, Mister B. has ambitions, and he’ll use every trick he knows to get what he wants from you. He’ll entertain you with his stories of the war between heaven and hell that is going on around us all the time; he’ll threaten you with horrors only those who’ve seen the depths of the underworld could possibly know. He’ll even throw in some gallows humor when he’s in the mood.
But what does he really want? And what is he prepared to do to you to achieve his ends? The book has plenty of answers. But to the get to them, you’ll need to read, and with every page you turn Jakabok comes closer to you. Closer, ever closer. Tasting the sweat in your fingertips as it sinks into the page where he waits.
Welcome to the world of Mister B. He is delighted to meet you. Really he is.
-- Clive
When I was 16 and worked for Blockbuster Video, Clive came to our store to promote his then new movie, "Nightbreed" (based on his book "Cabal", and co-starring David Cronenberg). He gave me a Nightbreed Crew Jacket, and drew a completely inappropriate picture on the back. Sold for life.
I think he may have one of the most fertile and creative minds ever used...
“Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive, you got to flap your arms and legs, you got to jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death. And therefore, as I see it, if you're quiet, you're not living. You've got to be noisy, or at least your thoughts should be noisy and colorful and lively.”
-- Mel Brooks

To say that I'm disgusted would be an understatement. What makes it easier for me, though, is that they don't deserve my tears. I have no sympathy for a team that does not have the heart and superior will to achieve their destiny. And so, all I can hope for is a quick an demoralizing exit for the GOP-like Yankees (although I don't know how they will top their legendary choke-job vs. Boston a few years back) and a resurgent Jets team.
In short, I am clearly reaching, and am safely in the pillowly arms of Lady Denial.
Damn you, Mets, for once again breaking my heart.

It's good to shut up sometimes.
-- Marcel Marceau (4/22/23 - 9/22/07)
Born Marcel Mangel, when the Nazis marched into eastern France, he fled with family members to the southwest and changed his last name to Marceau to hide his Jewish origins.
Marceau became active in the French Resistance, altering children's identity cards by changing birth dates to trick the Nazis into thinking they were too young to be deported. Because he spoke English, he was recruited to be a liaison officer with Gen. George S. Patton's army.
His father was sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp in 1944, and died there.
"Yes, I cried for him," Marceau said. But he said he also thought of the others killed.
"Among those kids was maybe an Einstein, a Mozart, somebody who (would have) found a cancer drug," he told reporters in 2000. "That is why we have a great responsibility. Let us love one another."
HERE, a wonderful short scene from Mel Brooks' "Silent Movie", where Marceau speaks for the first time on film.
All I want for Christmas/Hanukkah this year is this:
STEYR-PUCH PINZGAUER
"Don't try this with any other type of vehicle. You'll need a Pinzgauer to pull it out!"


Date: Sept. 8, 2007
Location: London, England
Broadcast: Spike TV, 9pm (tape delay)
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