Yesterday in Brooklyn, I:

Ate at Vinnie’s Pizzeria for the third time in as many days. Vinnie’s features an assortment of vegan slices that are really incredible. This is the black bean burrito with vegan cheese.

Then I went here.

Apparently “Brooklyn Eastern District Terminal Site Reclmation” means beautiful park, for that’s exactly what was past the gates.

There was a really nice view of Manhattan across the East River.

I listened to the new episode of This American Life about break-ups and waited for the sun to set.

Both were excellent. One of the stories is about a writer’s break-up and her subsequent obsession with break-up songs in general, and Phil Collins’ oeuvre in particular. She becomes insired to write her own song and miraculously gets Collins on the phone. The drummer dispenses advice on love, life, and how to craft the perfect pop song.

Lately I’ve found myself asking the question, “How old is Sue B.?” Today as I was riding my bike home, I finally got the answer.

I saw this on Valencia street:

And I’ve had these songs stuck in my head:
Magnetic Fields-Strange Powers
Magnetic Fields-All the umbrellas in London
Magnetic Fields-I wish I had an evil twin

I’ve been driving 400 miles south every weekend for the past 3 weeks in an effort to find a place to live. The mission was accomplished last weekend. Here are some pics from the road:

I went to eat at Golden Era and then after was walking around and spotted this dude, who had GW on a stick. He didn’t say anything, he just walked the streets, letting people see what he was doing.

Then I met up with Heather and Ric to see the Jonestown documentary but it was sold out. So we had a Jim Jones biscuit and headed south to Ric’s house. We spent some time in his beautiful backyard.

Heather was there too:

And then they were in the window and Ric and I started talking about how “Terminator 2: Judgment Day” is a much better script than T1. True dat. So many good one-liners in T2.

Then we watched the first half of “High Fidelity” and I was shocked at how mannish, Danish, and super deep John Cusack’s ex-gf sounded. Sweet Jesus did the casting directory screw up on that one. Just cuz she was in a Dogme ‘95 film doesn’t mean she can make the transition across the pond! But then I went home, spent some quality time with Gordon, and watched “The 40-Year-Old-Virgin” again and felt good about everything.

That’s Werner shutting his own door. See if you can spot the East German in the shot.

I’m going to try to remember the highlights of the Q and A, of which there were many. As for the film, I left early. I can only handle so many montages of slow-motion astronauts while a cello accompanies a Senagalese man belting it out. Once we reached the 5 montage mark my feet hit the ground and I was adios.

Ok, probably my favorite thing Werner mentioned in the Q and A was that he had only seen 2 movies in the last couple years in the theatre. The first film he couldn’t remember, and the second one was about American college students on spring break in Mexico. Werner said it looked good, but he didn’t like it very much.

You think maybe he saw this?

Just the thought of Werner Herzog watching that makes me laugh.

Werner stated that when he makes a film it is like walking the smallest tight rope in the world and he can fall into an abyss on either side at any moment. He said that he always makes it to the other side because he is a professional.

Oh and the first thing he was asked by an audience member was if he was really shot while being interviewed (see my other post for the video of it). He replied that he was, but that it was really nothing, though if you got him laughing too hard, it might hurt a little bit.

Prior to his film work Werner parked cars at Oktoberfest. Dealing with people who were at the drunkest levels possible taught him a lot about “the human heart.”

Now if we could just get him to be the guest monologist at Assssssscat I would be a happy man. Here’s to you Werner Herzog.