To Sleep or Not To Sleep; Lunch and a Movie; Home Again; Theory

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Saturday evening / Sunday morning, I didn't go to sleep until almost 5. I'd started reading "Murder at B School". The B School in question is the Harvard Business School. A professor, Wim Vermeer, is framed for the murder of a student from a very influential and wealthy family. The professor and a Boston police captain, Barbara Brouillard, follow the clues which lead them to a small Puerto Rican village.

It was interesting enough to keep me reading for several hours longer than I should have.

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Oddly enough, I woke up at 9:30 Sunday morning and called a friend to see if he was interested in lunch and going to see "The Prestige".

It another effort by brothers Jonathan Nolan (screenplay) and Christopher Nolan (screenplay/director) who of course did the very noteworthy "Memento". (One of the most incredible films ever shot.)

I know better than to make any attempt at trying to unscramble the plot. The message boards at IMDB provide more than enough info.

It is a fascinating movie that dips, and twists and turns. And it is always enjoyable to watch Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale and Michael Caine. However the most striking performance was some very subtle workmanship by David Bowie as the electrical engineer Nikola Tesla. By all means check out the extraordinary photo at "Tesla Effect".

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There is a hypnotic scene of Tesla's assistant showing a demonstration to Hugh Jackman's character at midnight in the snows of Colorado. Literally hundreds of these wireless light bulbs appear in the snow. Possibly one of the most gorgeous shots in cinema.

Of course, there is no way you can't compare it with "The Illusionist" with Edward Norton. Within the confines of these two movies, the panache of Edward Norton is unequaled.

During the latter part of the movie, I could feel the eroding effects of sleeplessness. And indeed when I got home, I had a terrible headache. I took my various meds and sat on the couch for a while surfing the web.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep and dreamed that I was in bed. I got up and told myself I would go back to bed, but when I looked at the bed , it was still made.

A strange feeling that I tried to figure out and then gave up on. So I'm not sure what I did.

As I thought about the movie, I would think that one thing happened, then realized that was not the case.

I've developed a theory that went we encounter a situation we can not explain, our brain re-arranges our perceptions to fit the situation. I feel that it is some type of mechanism buried in our racial consciousness.

There's not a lot wrong with this, as long as you're aware that it happens. I keep thinking of the many times at work that something would happen that was clear cut and necessary to my logical way of thinking. Yet, others took it to be the complete opposite: An intrusion on their authority.

I think this is one of George Bush's problems. He is incapable of seeing reality. His mind set is to create situations that match his preconceptions. And there is no way that he could be wrong.

PAX!