i went to go see "the motorcycle diaries" with twiddle thumbs and nopalita. we had to go to downtown LA somewhere to see it. i'm not sure where we were. twiddle thumbs got the directions and dictated. i just drove. it was a nice theater in a rich people's complex. too rich for me. ok, it was at the grove. still not sure what city that is technically or what area of town people call it.

the film was beautiful. i loved the cinematography. i thought the acting was great. the mood, the words. everything. it was well done throughout. i was sucked in by it all and totally engrossed and engaged. i never looked into che guevara's life. that is one of the things on my eventually to do lists. but the film wasn't about the revolutionary. it is about a young man's road trip that awakens his political eyes. since i am about to embark on my own travel adventure this year, the film spoke something to me. i went home and ordered "the motorcycle diaries", the journal that che kept about his trip. i want to read his words not only for the travel aspect, but to see the development take place. i really cannot hope for such a life-altering trip, but i need for something to happen during my trip, and it will for it is a long trip.

i say that i'm in need of something to happen during the new zealand travel because i've cleared out from my thoughts a lot of old dreams. i'm open to new possibilities for the future. i'm not set on anything right now. i have some very basic ideas for the future which can be muddled with a lot since they are so rudimentary. i realize i'm not talking about the film much but i think that's what a good film does. what good art does. it touches you in some way. it brings out something in you. it inspires you. that's what i loved about the siouxsie shows i attended this past week. they moved me on different levels and made me want to improve myself in different ways. before i left santa cruz, i was hoping i could finish the music i had been working on so that i could expel my years there with a cd of my music. music of my past. no matter how poorly written or cheesy they may have been. just as a way to mark the end of an era. the new zealand trip is the beginning of a new era. i don't know how to ride a motorcycle. this blog is my journal.