August 16th, 2008

abstract butterfly

in a technological era

Last night my wife and I went to the new location of the Asian fusion restaurant Naan, located in the new Watters Creek shopping center in our home town of Allen. We were able to sit outside with my sushi and her sashimi salad, while grackles whistled from a nearby tree. The weather cooled to unseasonable temperatures, giving the setting a southern California air. We went into the just-opened Borders. Borders is a bit passe', these days, I suppose, but it could have been "action central" in its new incarnation in a suburb which has lacked bookstores. A folk singer sang songs in the coffee shop. Computer terminals encourages mp3 downloads and CDs-on-demand, and intellectual-looking women roamed the store in search of customers to help.

This morning my young friend and I drove to Bonham State Park for some fishing. The weather was overcast and in the 70s, warming to the pleasant 80s. My young friend caught his first fish ever on an artificial lure--a little smallmouth bass. I caught six sunfish so small that they were virtually aquarium-sized. We pulled out my chess set and played three games on a picnic table, which I handily won.

We drove home through countryside with ponies, longhorns and goats, as well as through the small town of Trenton, with wooden houses from a prior time looking quite lovely. We ate lunch at El Fenix, the DFW area's first "Tex Mex" chain.

Late this afternoon, after a warm bath and a few moments' rest, I settled down to write a song using samples.
The song features a martial beat. I searched the internet to find out things about peace activists in history and about Tblisi. I thought about how senseless every war is in a technological era. I thought about the Sudetenland. I thought about Hiroshima.

Tonight my wife and I got a cheese pizza from Brookyn's and watched the DVD of the movie "Grace is Gone".
I always like John Cusack in small films, and I like that he recognizes that he has the kind of fame and bank-ability to give him the luxury to do properties that matter from time to time. Fame so often seems wasted on the famous, but perhaps he is an exception. I was amused and impressed to see that Clint Eastwood scored the film, and that Marisa Tomei had a cameo so short one would almost have to call it a construction paper silhouette.