Life (the cereal)

Two middle-aged women in the cereal aisle of the supermarket. Mother and daughter, I think. The daughter walks up and down, reading the names of the cereals aloud. The mother leans her elbows on her shopping cart, her chin in her hand.

The daughter says, "How about Honey Nut Cheerios?"
"It's got a lot of nuts?" the mother asks.
"No. No nuts."
"Nah.”
“How about Wheaties?”
“Nah.”
“No Wheaties?”
“Come on.”
"How about Life cereal?"
"What?"
"Life. You like Life, don't you?"
"Nah. Not so much."

Red Fish Project

#8: With growing existential horror, Red Fish realizes he has been reading his own ingredients.

Carl's Lesson

My friend Carl slouches at the wheel of his pickup truck. He slouches waiting at the checkout counter. I can pick him out in any darkened bar because of that slouch.

He told me when he was a little kid his father said, “If you don’t stand up straight I’m gonna pay two niggers from Trenton to chain your shoulders back.”

So began Carl’s education as a racist.

And he still has that slouch.

Red Fish Project

#7: Red Fish regrets his momentary, and completely uncharacteristic, urge to do the Dew.



(Red Fish sighting by Gayle McCune)

Why Jim Jarmusch's Movies Work

It's not style. It's not attitude. It's not because it's about nothing (because it is about something).
It's because what should happen, doesn't.
Down by Law