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| Atlanta Monday evening. Taken from a webcam. |
The evening was unfolding and I was relaxing by listening to shortwave radio. I had found a station out of the U.K. and they were playing The Devil Inside by INXS. Their music sounded better today than it did back when it was new in the late 80s. I liked the band then but compared to today's rock it holds up well. That song is a playful jaunt and devious too, I like it.
My quiet and contemplative mood that has taken hold in me since last fall is still lingering in me. I went to a couple of dinners in the past week and noticed I wasn't all that engaged in the conversation. I was spending too much time listening and not enough time taking an active role but I guess it doesn't much bother me. This was the most socially active I have been since October last year.
One dinner was a friend's birthday dinner and another was a going away dinner for yet another friend that is moving to New York. I think I know more people in New York now than I do in Atlanta.
I saw this Berlin poster a couple of weeks ago on a blog that I read from time to time and I fell in love with it. I would love to have a large wall poster version of this. My fascination with Berlin remains strong.
I have watched a couple of interesting movies: If Cats Disappeared From The World and How To Draw A Bunny. The movie with cats in the title was a sentimental Japanese movie that I often enjoy. It was a sad emotional story about a young man coming to terms with his mother's death and his own impending death. I didn't cry but I was close to tears near the end.
How To Draw A Bunny is a documentary about the artist Ray Johnson. I must admit I was only slightly aware of him and his oddly composed signature bunnies. His collages were interesting though and very intricate like a complex puzzle. The documentary explores his life from stories about his friends and how he was on the New York art scene and his curious personality until his death in 1995. His death received speculation that it was maybe his final piece of performance art or just an ordinary suicide by an elderly man. I lean towards thinking his death being an intentional mystery in which he wanted it to be another piece of art.
There is one mystery that I am trying to understand in my life and that involves some odd guy that I have caught twice hiding outside my fence watching me. The first time I pretended not notice him hiding and I went inside. I then watched out the window as he got up from his hiding spot at the fence and then quickly walked down the sidewalk once he thought I didn't see him. The second time I caught him hiding at the fence watching me I decided to make it obvious that I saw him and stood outside my door and stared at him. Finally he realized that I was watching him watching me and he ran away down the street. It worries me some because I don't know what this is about. I don't think he is going to attack me but is he trying to watch my place and break in? If I see him again I might confront him or maybe not. I am sort of enjoying this cat and mouse game with this strange guy that sometimes hides at my fence. I don't know enough about the situation yet to involve the police.
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