Saturday, November 22, 2008

Tortured Artists Live











Jake and I watched "Control" last night, the story about Joy Division's singer Ian Curtis. Painful.
I asked Jake if watching this was going to affect him as a brooding artist. He looked over at me, seriously, and said, "Um. Maybe. I still want to watch it."
I think I could never be a great writer. I am not a tortured artist. Annoyed, selfish, obnoxious artist, yes, but not tortured.
Jake is a tortured artist, but at the good end of tortured artist. The passionate about art end, but just enough brooding to keep him motivated.
The other reason I think he's on the good end of tortured artist: We're watching near the end of the movie, and I remark how it's totally crazy sad that Ian Curtis can't even enjoy his own success. He was so much happier before he became successful. He says, "Yeah, I was just thinking how much fun we'd be having. It's the part where you're trying to become successful that sucks!"
p.s. Did you notice the shirt?

4 comments:

Kristina P. said...

OK, you definitely need to try the Chacon for your food blog. I see you love bacon, and those sandwiches look delicious!

And I love that you posted about Viola Swamp! I read those books all the time.

Your daughter is gorgeous. I will be back.

The Crash Test Dummy said...

YAY! You got a comment from Kristina P. You are so IN now! ;)

I'm glad to hear you and Jake are amicably watching movies together this weekend.

Today we went to Costco and when we came home I was putting the cereal away and moving things around and you'll NEVER guess what I found behind the cereal!!!!

That's right, CHEETOS!

But they were puffy and not crunchy so they're not even worth hiding.

okay, you'll never guess what your verifier says: laimperb. No JOKE!

Mariko said...

Sorry, I prefer crunchy. Am I banned from your comment box now?
Oh, not only are we amicably watching movies, we are watching The Office and 30 Rock, and laughing.
I only fell asleep for a little bit during Control.

Kristina P. I really want to make chacon brownies. Or cookies. Yes yes yes. I'd like to get some super fancy from the farm bacon though, the kind that is as thick as a chocolate bar.

Mariko said...

Woah. I totally meant, I prefer puffy. See how you are affecting me?
When I was little I watched an episode of Punky Brewster where they eat puffy cheetos to pump up their breast size.