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I'm a-walking in the rain tears are falling and I feel a pain, Psycho killer Qu'est-ce que c'est?, Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes When she turned blue all the angels screamed They didn't know they couldn't make the scene, The Butterfly Effect, The course of true love never did run smooth, Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;, You can hide but you can't run from a nun
Every second of every day you make a choice that can change your life.
A superb off slant film.
Esme's Cloud 
I find that central idea fascinating, and in fact am in the middle of writing a little blog piece on that very theme. We tend to think that we only make choices very occasionally, and that few of these really would change our lives. And yet our attention (which is really the chooser), is busy directing all the time, and there’s no-one overseeing it. . .
I just looked up the film on a Wiki page and was reminded a little of Magnolia (made the year after) in that it appears to be about how our lives interact through seemingly chance (and chosen) encounters. It too has a very compressed timeframe. Then I watched the ‘running’ clip on YouTube and wondered if P.T. Anderson borrowed some of the camera work ideas.
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It was one of the first, (possibly the very first) films to be made in that style, and I was reminded of a book I read as a child, which gave options as to which way you wished the story to continue, all of which ended the story differently. I absolutely loved the concept, and of course read them all in the end. Three books for the price of one in fact! I look forward to your essay too. These days, with the web being so prevalent and all consuming the one second choice is represented well in the click of a mouse. Just one click and you can have the police at your door, become an internet sensation, lose loves, gain loves, the possibilities are endless and also in some cases quite monstrous I think.
When I post the Fragments my finger always hesitates, lingers above the mouse a while as I wonder if I should press away or hold back, re-read, or possibly never publish it at all.
Then I think “Fuck it” and press anyway.
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I think I know exactly what you mean about linger-finger syndrome, and I sometimes even get it when I post lengthy comments. The remedy is the same as yours: I utter the magic mantra and with that some sort of spontaneous spasm occurs in the reluctant digit. When I began blogging 8 months ago, I pledged never to comment after a glass of sherry (or whatever). There is a rather mischievous contrarian within me which I fear may cause all manner of grief unless contained. I don’t always succeed, even when I’m sober. What a high-intensity, everything’s-on-the-line life I do lead Sonmi!
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Ha! You do indeed, and I too have that rule, though not after sherry, but dirty ale or Tia of Maria fame, and up to now knocks on her wooden throne I’ve managed to curtail commenting when sloshed. The Gods only know what unwise nonsense might spill out!
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You mean you drink this?
http://www.ratebeer.com/beer/founders-dirty-bastard-scotch-ale/11498/
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laughs a lot. I may imbibe on an odd blue moon.
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Oh right, well that would sound marginally more sophisticated than approaching the bar and ordering a Dirty Bastard with Tia Maria chaser.
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Beer and Tia Maria after? Oh no. No. No. They do better alone I find. I had one the other night called ‘Knee buckler’ which added to the enjoyment of drinking it. Ha!
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As teenagers a friend and I used to go to a little place in Devon called Salcombe during the summer. There was a local fisherman – ‘Spud’ – who would drink pints of bitter mixed with Curaçao in the local pub. I too deviate from my sherry once in a Curaçao moon, entering the bitter land of Innis & Gunn.
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By all the Gods….the first alcoholic beverage I became accustomed to was Blue Curacao. Blue Balls we called it. I’d probably still be having it now where it not for an unfortunate event which led to the viewing of much in the way of blue vomit. I never touched the stuff again. It would be green in beer too! goes cross-eyed.
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