Introducing: Inspiration

19 08 2008

From time to time on Creative Petrol, I’ll be posting various things that I really don’t want to forget. Sometimes it will be a picture, sometimes a video, and sometimes just a few words. This time, you’ll see, it’s a few sentences on fatherhood, form the photo essay entitled Mother by Jim Erickson. It reminds me what kind of person, husband and father I hope to be.

Here’s the excerpt:

“Sometimes my dad had to pitch in and help with the task of being “mother.” My father, Romaine Erickson, was a worker in a tire factory. None of his friends, who called him “Lefty,” would say that he was “in touch with his feminine side,” but he was. He had many of the traits you would normally associate with Mother. Lefty’s intuition was to nurture. He possesses a sweetness and generosity that has always given me a feeling of being home.

A father who possesses kindness, calm, and a soft, nurturing hand. I know this particular paragraph is written about Romaine Erickson, but I hope one day something similar is written about Nicholas Kinney.

Check out Jim Erickson’s Mother on Amazon.





Movies: I Like Killing Flies

1 08 2008

“The first order for every human is to realize that, at your core, you’re really just a piece of shit. And instead of trying to be good all the time, we should instead just be pieces of shit that try to do something good and true every once in a while. Once you think about things like that, it all just become a whole lot easier.”

–Kenny Shopsin

Kenny, the owner and head chef of a famous hole-in-the-wall fusion restaurant that features over 200(!) menu items, is an eccentric, a workaholic, a mess to look at and a bit of a jerk.

And he just may be the most entertaining subject of a documentary I’ve ever seen.

For just over an hour, this little troll of a man dispenses half-baked theories on life, love, family, food and the world as only he knows it while deftly moving himself around his kitchen, and later his kitchen around the corner.

And at the end of it all, after hundreds of ¬†obscenities and a smattering of often utterly unbelievable stories, you’re left with a portrait of a devoted husband and loving father who has survived for 32(!) years in the toughest city (and the toughest industry) in the world.

It’s be a lie to say that I Love Killing Flies is challenging, but it is definitely 100% entertaining, and will likely get another watch from me before I return it to the big Netflix warehouse in the sky.

And P.S — Mad props to Netflix and Red Envelope Entertainment. Between this flick and “This is England,” I’m really starting to like their¬†repertoire.