I awoke from one of those vivid dreams I’ve been having the past few years. It featured a woman who’d been a sexual obsession of mine for decades. In it, she was as tall as the babe in The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (1958), which makes sense, as she has been a large presence in my life. The image was likely inspired by my recent viewing of Arabian Nights (2000), which I became curious about after reading 1001 Nights several months ago. John Leguizamo played both the genie of the ring (normal size) and the lamp (huge). It was colorful, good clean fun that included some modern touches. I rate it 3.25 on a scale of five. It's rated 7.2 of ten at IMDb. Anyway, the woman in question was gorgeous, despite being 61 in the dream. Why my mind settled on that number, I cannot say. She is ten years younger than that in real life, and married. Whenever I’ve run into her the past few years, she’s been cold. I wonder if she resents that my attraction was largely physical. I’ve always been fascinated by women who are liberated sexually, and she certainly qualifies -- or qualified -- for many years. I’ve also thought it would be interesting to get into the mind of a porn star.
I fell back asleep and had another dream. I’d set up the floating book shop in Manhattan and recognized brokers from the commodities trading floor, where I was employed for nearly 25 years, entering a building across the street. There’s no mistaking the root of this dream -- filthy lucre, the hope that they would buy my books.
Fans of Batman have awakened to a nightmare: it has been announced that Ben Affleck will be the next Dark Knight. The twitter world has exploded with negative tweets. While I agree that it's an odd choice, aficionados have already survived Michael Keaton and George Clooney, good actors who did not fit the role of the Caped Crusader. Affleck has fashioned one of the all-time great Hollywood comebacks, directing and starring in two fine films: The Town (2010) and Argo (2012). Five years ago he was a laughing stock, attacked by critics and the public. He's is certainly tough enough for the job, although it is doubtful he, or anyone, for that matter, will be as good as Christian Bale was.
It seems global warming will be on holiday the entire month of August in the northeast. I hope it doesn't return until winter. As for the business of the floating book shop, I dream of better things for tomorrow.
Today sucked.
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