Trask Avenue

Pulp Fiction is on in the background which almost makes it impossible to concentrate on what I’m doing. It’s a movie which elicits extreme reactions. I’ve met very few people who responded tepidly to it. It’s love or hate, man. No middle ground. Me, I’m firmly in the “masterpiece” camp. So be it.

Right now Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace are twisting at Jack Rabbit Slim’s. My foot is tapping and my eyes dart back and forth between the screen and the monitor. That John Travolta, man he can certainly dance. He makes me look like a spazmatron on the dance floor. Truth is, so does…everybody else. But that’s not really the point.

Actually, I’m quickly realizing there is no point. This is the result of spending well over three hours at the doctor’s office for my annual physical. That’s almost half a work day. Three hours because they were so busy. Something about switching over to a new system which required extra time with each patient. Apparently our medical charts are now living in the cloud with the angels and 707s. I shouldn’t be surprised about the wait since today is Election Day. I have no idea what that means, but since there’s disappointment and frustration in the mix, politics must somehow be involved. I insist there’s a correlation!

Getting back to the point, there is no point to this. There’s an old, old Elton John song called “This Song Has No Title.” One of the lyrics is:

If we’re all going somewhere let’s get there soon
Oh this song’s got no title just words and a tune

That pretty much sums up this post, except it’s not entirely accurate. This post does have a title and words, but lacks substance. It’s missing the thread, the heart which gives it substantive value. It lacks a tune.

Oooo, the adrenaline shot scene just came on! Hold on for a sec.

“That was fuckin’ trippy,” said Rosanna Arquette. And there you have it. Pulp Fiction, one of the trippiest, most original American films ever. It’s as fresh today as it was when it came out. As for this post, this post late in the evening of November 8, 2011, it can claim no such distinction. Ahhh well, they can’t all be gems.

Addendum: It was 11/8/11 when I posted this (and it’s still 11/8/11), yet up there ^^^ it claims this was posted on 11/9/11. My time zone setting is correct. Tis a puzzlement, one which will leave my mind the minute I sign out. Trippy.