slowly getting my energy, and my voice back. been raspy like a 3rd rate tom waits without his beautiful growl. but still have the hacking cough. don't like taking any sort of cold medications but for this doozy, i said to hell with it, and been drugging myself with as much as i could take. i discovered cough suppressant syrups don't work for shit. so i'm stuck hacking like an 80-year-old smoker.

haven't written, but for the odd line, or phrase, and when i try to read i tend to stare at the wall. so i watch bonehead tv and movies.

weather here is a bit strange, a thunder/lightening storm, very lovely, but with the humidity and temp. in the high 80s today the storm reminds me of the east coast, and not the warm to cool early fall of n ca.

at any rate colds usually make me feel weepy. and this one ain't no exception. which reminds me of a movie-going experience i had several years ago.

anna is a bit of an amy tan fan. so when her novel the joy luck club was made into a film we saw it in a packed arthouse. knowing nothing of the novel i had no expectations, except that the movie was about mothers and daughters.

we take our seats. i notice the couple to my right, a burly guy wearing a leather jacket and motorcycle boots with long blonde hair and a thin moustache. his companion is a woman wearing leather pants, leopard-print halter and also has long blonde hair. the guy takes his jacket off and i see he has tattoos. not the fine-ink kind popular today, no these puppies are old fashioned blue-inked designs of anchors and dragons. a real he-man type of dude.

i forget about the couple during the next hour and half. that is until the very end when the lead actress, the lovely ming-na wen, travels to china to visit for the first time her sisters left reluctantly behind by their mother, who had passed away during the course of the film. it is a tough scene, and it took everything i had to keep from blubbering like a baby. i was unsuccessful, i felt like a wimp. but when the houselights turn on, i see, blurred thru my tears, the couple sitting next to me gather up their things to go. his eyes are bloodshot, and he is sniffling in his hankie, too. our eyes meet for a moment. then we went our separate ways.