My day started with a 6:10 am flight from Spokane, WA to Portland, OR. Joining me on the journey was Doris Lessing in the form of her novel, The Cleft, a chilling post-modern myth of human origin mixed in with a deft commentary on the politics of gender.
After an afternoon coffee with Ben, a fellow vegan with a penchant for adventures like train hopping, hitchhiking and vasectomy, I met up with a group of friends for my self-organized birthday party at the Blue Moose Cafe.
The Mediterranean chick pea soup (vegan with a surprisingly creamy broth) came with two slices of 21-grain bread. We spent almost 30 minutes attempting to name 21-grains that we knew. We fell short even after the server informed us that the “21-grains” included some seeds. The full list of grains are as follows:
- whole wheat
- cracked wheat
- pumpkin seeds
- brown rice
- black sesame
- blue cornmeal
- yellow corn
- poppy seeds
- quinoa (pronounced in Swedish as “Queer Noah”
Which proves that it should have been called 22-grain & seed bread. After the meal (they even served popcorn with nutritional yeast!) they served us a quadruple layer double chocolate vegan cake (that apparently took four hours to create). Can you say insulin shock? But what a way to go.
After the meal, a friend, Jonmark and I traveled in his car, the HMS Uranus U-Probe, to Cinetopia. I cannot properly describe the wonders of this cinema–perhaps the best cinema in the US. Check out the site to see why.
Jonmark took me out to see Coraline 3D, a new animated feature length film in gorgeous 3D about a little girl (Dakota Fanning) that gets trapped in a house diabolically designed to seduce her with slick promises of a better life while the evil force within seeks to suck the life out of her. (It sort of reminded me of the Homo No Mo Halfway House).
What a strange, wonderful and awful mixed bag. The film displayed amazing technical and creative genius, (those massive geriatric boobs will haunt and delight me for a long time,) but I hated the “made for video game” moments. (You found one eye, Coraline. Only two more left! But look out for the evil mother.)
And that whole magical negro cat written in to save the day felt outright offensive especially when it came to the critical moment when the little white girl throws the mangy wise black cat (Keith David) with its c0ol-jazz, Uncle Remus drawl at the witch woman (Teri Hatcher) in order to escape and then later offers a weak, “sorry about that” with the inference, “hey, I was the important one to save here , right?”
And what is up with the mixed-race boy with the name Wybie, as in “Why be born?” which is how he introduces himself to Coraline! Such bizarre racist and stereotypical gunk mixed in with stunningly original and riveting characters and animation. It could have been an absolutely brilliant movie, but sadly failed to deliver.
Off to bed with dreams of Lessing’s Clefts and Squirts (women and men) and with the hope that tomorrow I get to once more see the film Låt den rätte komma in, (Let the Right One In), which is still playing here in Portland at the cheap movie theater (only $3!) This Swedish romantic, coming of age horror film set in the 1970’s Swedish winter is by far the best vampire movie I have seen in years.