its4inthemorning wrote: ↑Sun Aug 07, 2022 5:47 pm
G,
Despite your fine suggestions for ways to keep occupied, you know that I will still be in deep despair and just mope around until your return.
Re "
The Sopranos," I feel that it is
the all-time best dramatic series ever made,
the writing, production values, and most especially,
the casting, were all superb. I had a special draw to
the series, because it mostly took place in and near
the New Jersey town that I grew up in and at
the same time I was growing up (to
the extent I have, in fact, grown up). In fact, just a month ago I returned there to have lunch with two siblings, and
the place that we dined was where
the enigmatic final scene
of the final episode was filmed (
the wait staff all wore Sopranos tee shirts).
4
'
the sopranos' - yes, i can go along with that, with what you wrote. i did start watching it, and my daughter (
the police lady one, not
the one who is traveling all
the time) actually bought a box-set
of DVDs containing every episode. i liked it that james gandolfini was seeing a psychologist, but watching an entire series is a time consuming commitment, and at
the time i wasn't prepared to do that. i have bought box-sets before, 'twin peaks', 'columbo', movies
of jacques tati, jim jarmusch, etc., so i am not fanatical - just prefer a spontaneous movie when needing to relax. gandolfini's little scene in
the hotel with alabama in 'true romance' is something i can watch over and over again.
currently i am tidying up my apartment, washing, dusting and hoovering - ready for my sister who is arriving late tuesday night. i don't know how long she's staying, i didn't think it was polite to ask - but i hope she stays for as long as possible. she likes shoe shops best, and loves drinking wine. i had two sisters but one died,
the half sister. i grew up with a traveling family, and although we moved around a lot it was mostly in gloucestershire and
the south wales area. life changed when i was 15 and found myself in a big town called eastbourne on england's south coast with my real father. he was a cultured man, owned a television, was well-read and it was a very different environment from
the rootless rural existence in which i had grown, but i've written about this earlier. therefore i am looking forward to seeing my sister again, because we shared some time in eastbourne. this will be
the second or third time she has visited me in norway.
now it's time to carry on getting things ready. for dinner i made shepherd's pie with broccoli, and for pudding i just had a cup
of tea with halva and something i was given at
the mosque that abderahim called 'kamel ekskrement' - stoneless dates filled with crushed berries and covered in a red dusty sort
of powder. he and sadek had taught me a while back how to perform wudu,
the washing prayer. we often sit with
the imam as he reads from
the quran. i could never worship an invisible figure,
of course, my intellect will not allow it, but studying
the behaviour
of religious fanatics is wonderful entertainment for a psychologist. like i always said, without us god would be nothing,
the boss
of a closed down baby factory,
the king
of a deserted island. he should be
the one worshipping us, thanking us - his toys - for giving him something to do and making him relevant.
i have to go now. sometimes i just want to talk and talk. there is this great need in my personality to share conversation with people, and it's hard to stop. it is called '
the yaps', like when somebody has drunk a lot
of black coffee and their brains are over-stimulated. this is why people invite me to so many parties, because i am so ultra communicative and interested in everything. apologies.
