only good thing about some of the more virulent chemo’s.
There’s a woman who comes into where I work. She’s mean. Just a bitch. As the night goes on she gets meaner and meaner. She comes in with her daughter and they manage to harmonize their meanness till you can’t stand either of them.
They’re short. Each of them is about 150 pounds overweight. I’m probably being kind there. They tended to the rude and hateful. Not that much different from any of the other customers but they were noticeable for being a couple and for staying 12 to 14 hours at a stretch.
She didn’t come in for a couple of weeks, just the daughter. Finally I asked where her mother was. “Oh, she’s getting chemo.” Then she waddled away, back to playing the game.
The mother and daughter came in again, about two weeks later. The mother was wearing a wig. I couldn’t tell if she’d lost weight or not. Reflexively I went to talk to her, she had the deep fear of death on her face and the gray crust of nightmares collected in the skin around her eyes and jowls.
She told me she had leukemia. It was a different kind them mine. My leukemia is the one kids get, (got leukemia 14 years old looked like 65 when she died~Jim Carroll). The mother had the kind old people get. She wasn’t that old but her body showed enough abuse for it to think it was that old.
I told her about my experience and that I was still alive. Being alive is all that matters. She held my hand and cried a bit then she went back to playing the game.
They keep coming in, almost nightly. If they’re not where I work they’re probably at one of the other joints. I find myself being inordinately kind to her, even as much as I dislike her. I don’t think about why. It’s probably because I hate the disease and I hate for people to be afraid, even people I hate shouldn’t ever have to be afraid, certainly not that kind of fear.
Of course she senses the kindness and is taking full advantage of it, more so as she’s feeling better and better.
She can’t help that. The sort of people who gamble always think that kindness is just a sign of weakness. They have no courage or strength themselves so they can’t see it any other way.
Today I read that Tony Jaa has entered a monastery. He’s decided to become a monk.
He’s, without question, the biggest star in Thailand, probably the most famous Thai in the world.
When I told my wife she said it was inevitable. I can see that. I mean the man who takes time from an interview to state that the elephants who live on his land are not pets, that they are his family, ranks close to saint hood in my eyes already. That Jaa can fight like he does, has perfected his body to such a mad extreme I guess there is no place left for him to go.
I re-watched “Ong Bak 2” and “Tom Yum Gum” recently. Ong Bak 2 is good when Jaa is moving even when the film is not totally satisfying. “Tom Yum Gum” is a masterpiece and each viewing raises it in my opinion. Right now I can make arguments that its one of the 5 greatest films ever made. Because its a martial arts movie the people who care so much about their top ten lists would be appalled with the assertion.
I’ve railed about the movie before but it bears repeating. The first 15 minutes of a 90 minute movie is a love poem to elephants. The bad guys kill Jaa’s father but it is the theft of the elephants that rings as the greatest tragedy.
The first shot we get of Jaa in action is of him flying through the air, crushing a man’s chest and yammering, “Where are my elephants?!”
When Jaa goes to Sydney to search for them he tells everyone he is looking for his brothers.
Technically and stylistically the movie is a tour de force. There is one breathtaking sequence, a 10 minute single take of Jaa climbing to the top of the restaurant searching for his elephants. If it had been made by Antonionio it would have been hailed as a classic shot in cinema history. As it is it is all that and it is exhilarating, beautiful and violent. A more complicated set of logistics I can’t imagine.
The director makes it function but its the performance and sheer physicality of Tony Jaa that makes it work.
“Where’s my elephant.”
Giving a gift like that to the world makes it easy to see and comprehend Jaa’s decision. Whether he’ll make movies again or if he’s even thinking about making movies his religion is important to him and my wife is right, he wouldn’t be the dynamic person he is if he were not above all true to himself and his family.
I’ll miss him.
I’m updating the film catalogs over the next couple of days. I’ve upgraded to the newest Movable Type too, but haven’t had time/energy to rebuild the site to show it. I took a day off of work to go fight with people about my drugs and to write affidavits to bring my wife down here. And to just have time with my super slim down to 71 pounds puppy.
My little girl is so happy to have me around. She’s my dog and wants to be with me. I’m her boy and love being with her. She’s still on a diet though.
Now if we can sort out USA immigration and get my wife and my other two dogs down here we’ll have some glimmers of happiness again.
Its a lot of work and produces a lot of tension. There’s no one to talk to, no one to fight with or to beg. There’s only us. I’m not small but I worry if I’m big enough still. I’m not wuitting and I haven’t sold out any of my principals so it will be alright whatever we discover together.