I didn’t watch, Folks.
I never do. I rarely have any idea who is playing. It’s not on purpose. It’s profound how much one cannot know when one has zero interest in something. It’s not even on my radar and it’s on all the radar. How is that even possible?
There’s the macrobubble and the microbubble. We all dictate exactly what enters our microbubble. That is our perception. We align with the boundary between us and the macrobubble. It’s a psychic screen. Beyond that is the galaxy, the breathless expanse of information. I guess my point is no matter how hard it is thrown, a football won’t break through into my microbubble. Or any kind of ball really.
Coyotes get through. It had been a while since I really thought about coyotes. The other night I woke up to the sound of a pack of them cackling and laughing and making that weird vibration that a bunch of coyotes make. I don’t live in the hills. I haven’t seen many around lately or much at all around my house. This bunch felt like they were in my room. I was lying in bed freaked out. Buster slept right through. That is a safe-feeling cat.
I always assume when I hear that sound they are celebrating after having just ripped apart someone’s beloved pet. Those sounds were a shameless blood-covered revelry that is followed an hour later by someone like me wandering around the streets calling out a cat’s name. They’re like fucking pirates, apocalyptic hounds, devils. They creep me out. They are symbols of a bad omen in some myths or just chaos agents in others. Bad omen for cats everywhere.
I don’t think a coyote will hurt me because they’re kind of wimpy. They’re not wolves or bears. I think that wimpiness makes them seem eviler and is also a window into why they represent the trickster in Native American mythology. They’re just little cat-murdering shit starters who have to survive but seem to enjoy starting shit and then scurrying off like the cowards they are. Kind of like comics.
I have to get off this carb run I’m on. I quit tomorrow. The carb jones is real.
Today I talk to the amazing Salma Hayek about her new movie and other Hayek stuff. On Thursday I talk to Mark Harris about his new Mike Nichols book and about movies in general. Great talks!
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron