Otherwise, I spent most of my time composing a talk for when I go back to St. Bonaventure University in three weeks to talk to the journalism students and, apparently, the entire campus community. I'm not a very good public speaker, but I plan on reading a nice long speech all about being a j-major there forty years ago and how I got into rock and met Jim and maybe a little digression about the Sixties and how we need that Sixties sensibility right here, right now.
I'm very much looking forward to seeing the campus, which I have not visited since 1969. I'm told that there's a bunch more buildings but that the area is remarkably unchanged. Spring up there can be either lovely or mud-laden, or both at the same time.
I'm planning my wardrobe already! Hopefully some people will actually show up to listen to my little talk...
Apart from that, I rewatched a couple of big-wave surfing videos (hi, Laird!), read a new Terry Pratchett book ("Thud") and tried again to sit through "The Libertine." Now, I may be a Johnny-Depp-come-lately, but since "Pirates of the Caribbean" I take a back seat to no one in my admiration of his talent. And he's so pretty, especially as Captain Jack Sparrow.
But THIS...well, I liked it a bit better this time and actually did manage to stay till the end, but for an allegedly sexy movie about a sexy 17th-century rakehell, it was surprisingly and sadly...limp. Johnny was good, he always is, but it was the unsexiest sexy movie I've ever seen. And I had such hopes...Johnny, long hair, great costumes, a POET SEX SYMBOL, why does THAT sound familiar and attractive... But no. A rather flat and dare I say boring addition to the Deppish oeuvre, which I am continuing to work through on DVD. Next up: "Ed Wood."
And today is Opening Day! I wore my Mets visor and my uniform shirt with MORRISON 71 on the back. GOOOOOOO METS!!!!!