Hollywood South

Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie reportedly have purchased a house in the lower French Quarter, have enrolled their oldest child in school, and plan to make this their primary residence. Angelina has been sighted mingling with the hoi polloi in the Quarter, and no doubt my coworker who lives in the Quarter will soon report a sigthing. I told him that if he sees them, he must invite them to the next office king cake party. I'm sure one of our 10 a.m. office shindigs would outshine any of those Hollywood bacchanalias. The Pitt/Jolie move actually makes sense--Brad is making a movie here, and he has taken an interest in rebuilding the Holy Cross neighborhood in an environmentally friendly fashion.

celebrity dreamin'

I had a dream last week in which a couple of coworkers and I were advising Matt Damon on making a film about New Orleans. One coworker wanted him to do an adaptation of an Anne Rice novel, while I wanted him to do something along the lines of "Mamba Kings," but about N.O. jazz musicians who were scattered to the winds by Hurricane Katrina. Matt's manager/agent didn't like or respect my suggestions. I'd say that I had the better idea, but I don't know which would do better box office.

On reflection, this dream may reflect my long-held feeling that other people--be it at work or ousdide of it--have little respect for anything I think or do. I suppose I have a raging inferiority complex based in some part on my feelings about myself. It's pretty silly for someone with a Zen affinity to be concerned about something so ego-based, but it's always been a thing for me. Maybe that's why I've gravitated to online discussion and blogging.