Wednesday, July 30, 2003
THIS POST IS FOR THE LATE NIGHT CROWD WHO COMES BECAUSE THEY CAN'T SLEEP
REGULAR POST FOR TODAY IS BELOW
I am going to try again to reach out to the sleeping impaired. Readers are still searching google for I don't sleep, you don't sleep; he, she, the kids don't sleep. With this title they are bound to end up here but unless they use the site's search engine when they get here they aren't going to find the information I left for them on sleep disorders. And, surprisingly, they do come, despite quotes in google that are a bunch of mixed up nonsense from the archives about new templates, blog documents, system restores and Diet Coke. I feel an accidental sense of responsibility because of the title of this blog, so I am again pointing the very groggy to the post for July 21 down below with the sleep disorder information. And as long as you made the trip, I am providing some bizarre bits of flotsam and jetsam I found floating in the River Yahoo under I Don't Sleep. There's got to be something that will soothe you, put you to sleep, or at least keep you company until you eyelids feel heavy. There are I Can't Sleep poems, songs, prayers, moments of silence, short stories, movie reviews, I forget what else and a movie. We can look at some of it now.
Let's start with the Late Late Show. That used to work for me when I was a kid. This one is called Lola Can't Sleep about a 13-year-old girl who has gotten to "second base," and her 14-year-old cousin who brags that he has gone "all the way" twice. It's really very sweet, and might just put you to sleep. At one point Lola comes down the stairs with her pajamas on and into the living room where her family is vacuuming, dancing and going crazy as usual in the middle of the night. "I can't sleep," she tells her mother. Her mother replies, "It's a family curse. I haven't slept in years." Maybe some of you feel like that too.
I have a couple of movie recommendations for you to rent. The first sounds made to order. It's Insomnia with Al Pacino and Robin Williams. The suspense builds as Al Pacino as a detective in Alaska works frantically against time trying to solve a case on little and then no sleep while the Alaskan sun shines 24 hours a day until he completely loses his ability to sleep. Are you yawning yet?
Well, then, have I got the film for you. While you're at the video store wander over to the foreign section and pick up this 1994 French film with subtitles, I Can't Sleep. Look at this review. This may just be the Phenobarb of your late late show and not because it's boring, au contraire. It's a film noir about serial killings in what the French called the granny killings in the 1980's in Paris. But look at that review--tailor-made for the sleep-deprived: The film, says the review, has no beginning and no ending. It is existential and keeps its characters at arm's length. The audience member is an indifferent observer. "Involvement at the emotional level is almost impossible." "Interesting but no involving." And here, I saved the best for last, "...beautiful but detached--and unhurried to the point of somnolence." Three nods and two giant yawns to this one.
In case you are running out of movies to rent yourself to sleep to, this sitewas listed under I Don't Sleep. It does have some good categories for listing films, lots of reviews and great film sites.
This is getting long and I do want to save some for other posts. Here's one someone could have sent me: From Me To You.
Sweet dreams.
So What Do YOU Think? COMMENTS
REGULAR POST FOR TODAY IS BELOW
I am going to try again to reach out to the sleeping impaired. Readers are still searching google for I don't sleep, you don't sleep; he, she, the kids don't sleep. With this title they are bound to end up here but unless they use the site's search engine when they get here they aren't going to find the information I left for them on sleep disorders. And, surprisingly, they do come, despite quotes in google that are a bunch of mixed up nonsense from the archives about new templates, blog documents, system restores and Diet Coke. I feel an accidental sense of responsibility because of the title of this blog, so I am again pointing the very groggy to the post for July 21 down below with the sleep disorder information. And as long as you made the trip, I am providing some bizarre bits of flotsam and jetsam I found floating in the River Yahoo under I Don't Sleep. There's got to be something that will soothe you, put you to sleep, or at least keep you company until you eyelids feel heavy. There are I Can't Sleep poems, songs, prayers, moments of silence, short stories, movie reviews, I forget what else and a movie. We can look at some of it now.
Let's start with the Late Late Show. That used to work for me when I was a kid. This one is called Lola Can't Sleep about a 13-year-old girl who has gotten to "second base," and her 14-year-old cousin who brags that he has gone "all the way" twice. It's really very sweet, and might just put you to sleep. At one point Lola comes down the stairs with her pajamas on and into the living room where her family is vacuuming, dancing and going crazy as usual in the middle of the night. "I can't sleep," she tells her mother. Her mother replies, "It's a family curse. I haven't slept in years." Maybe some of you feel like that too.
I have a couple of movie recommendations for you to rent. The first sounds made to order. It's Insomnia with Al Pacino and Robin Williams. The suspense builds as Al Pacino as a detective in Alaska works frantically against time trying to solve a case on little and then no sleep while the Alaskan sun shines 24 hours a day until he completely loses his ability to sleep. Are you yawning yet?
Well, then, have I got the film for you. While you're at the video store wander over to the foreign section and pick up this 1994 French film with subtitles, I Can't Sleep. Look at this review. This may just be the Phenobarb of your late late show and not because it's boring, au contraire. It's a film noir about serial killings in what the French called the granny killings in the 1980's in Paris. But look at that review--tailor-made for the sleep-deprived: The film, says the review, has no beginning and no ending. It is existential and keeps its characters at arm's length. The audience member is an indifferent observer. "Involvement at the emotional level is almost impossible." "Interesting but no involving." And here, I saved the best for last, "...beautiful but detached--and unhurried to the point of somnolence." Three nods and two giant yawns to this one.
In case you are running out of movies to rent yourself to sleep to, this sitewas listed under I Don't Sleep. It does have some good categories for listing films, lots of reviews and great film sites.
This is getting long and I do want to save some for other posts. Here's one someone could have sent me: From Me To You.
Sweet dreams.
So What Do YOU Think? COMMENTS
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