I wasn't exactly sure what I'd write sitting down at our computer. My hands are slightly cold and I'm kind of procrastinating from a good bit. I have a few projects I could work on, a book that I'd like to finish this year, some stuff to put away, dishes that could be done, oh and that Halloween party invite I drew up to scan and get out to people before the RSVP date (THAT will get done before going to bed). I think I just needed a few moments to escape into the Royal Tenenbaums soundtrack.
I like to picture myself in a Wes Anderson movie sometimes. Muted tones enveloping quirky, smartly witty, well-dressed, smoking, troubled individuals. I'd take a few days ride on the Darjeeling Limited, stroll up to 111 Archer Avenue, sleeping in my eclectically decorated room, after dinner with "Steve-Z". But for as intensely interesting the worlds he's created are, I never feel rushed by his films. I always feel well introduced to characters, to places, to the world he's about to have me dive into for the next hour or so. I think that's why I think I'd feel comfortable in those fictitious places and around those fictitious people. Or maybe I just prefer fiction to fact, I dunno.
I think we all crave that "other place" and that "other you". I think we all can even describe it if asked randomly at any given hour of the day. I also think that if we can incorporate a tad of that in our lives we'd be happier. It's not that you'd be "aiming high" if you say, decided to grow a beard like tennis great Richie Tenenbaum . . . just don't try to kill yourself after shaving it off.