IN WHICH WE CONSIDER KINDRED SPIRITS.

In which I think deeply about a recurring theme in the Anne of Green Gables sagas about this person or that person being "...a kindred spirit" - a sort of shared bond over a particular outlook or insight on life. Always have loved that idea. Got to make some good holiday memories with some new buddies who are kindred spirits; good conversation is a quality I treasure greatly and every human in this selfie is a titan of vibrant discourse. Kindred spirits with vivid personalities and infinite array of topics to kick about from one end of a Thai table to the other. I think one of my defining characteristics is an interest in simply having interesting conversations and repartee with people of all ages. I've never really understood the concept behind talking down to children, in that sing-songy, uplifting-at-sentence-end voice that says: I am treating you like a kid because you're not on my level yet. Of course adults have experience and knowledge that simply comes from being around longer, but it doesn't necessarily make you a more interesting person or better at dialoging, and it doesn't, I think, provide justification for speaking in a tone and manner that shrieks condescension. Anyway, off high horse. Every time I'm at a small town public event in December, it reminds me of the previous year's resolution to become a multi-mega billionaire, so I can hire an architect and city planner to build me an idyllic winter retreat modeled EXACTLY after Whoville; the Seussian winter wonderland utopia populated by New England charm, cirque du solei antics, and cheerful building design equally inspired by Calder, Kafka and Rube Goldberg. Somehow, the 'make a billion bucks' plan keeps climbing down my priority list and I forget it about. Possibly because I'm too busy focused on some microtopic convo with a sub-ten year old, such as: is corn actually a grass? (Yes, I was reminded, it is) So yeah, it was a pleasant evening of hanging out with great peeps, seeing a giant tree light up (thank you Edison, thank you Tesla), and chowin on some Thai cuisine over acrobatic dialog. #christmas2016 #camas #longx4 #pnwonderland #parenting 12-02

A post shared by Joseph Long (@josephivanlong) on Dec 4, 2016 at 11:18pm PST

KINSKI / HERZOG.

So what do you want me to do?
I asked.
We only have 25 minutes to shoot until your sister's finished with her music lesson. You're directing.

I want you,
he said assertively.
to start at the bus stop.

Okay.
I said.
I can do that.

And then,
he said, pointing.
Walk over to me, and go that way, and then climb that tree over there.

Uhh...
I said.
The lowest limb is fifteen feet off the ground!

I know.
he said.
ACTION!

PERIPHERAL VISION(ARIES)

Echoes of fusses and grumbles
cries of wishes and mumbles
Wallets too flat
arms glucose and fat,
green-eyed monster step-aunt gnat.
Pearls not found,
success not renowned.
Satisfaction not bound
to the people around
who have too much frowned
Oh, look!
a playground!