Friends with money

Caught Jennifer Aniston's and Joan Cusack's "Friends with Money" on Saturday... it proved to be a subject of some serious-contemplation. Basically the narrative revolves around a foursome of girlfriends that have been best buds since the ancient years, but now on the brink of middle-age find their lives completely divergent.
Olivia (Aniston) is a single, weed-loving maid who's attracted to jerks. Franny (Cusack) has struck it rich with a seemingly perfect marriage and thinks having money gives her the right to criticise her friends' choices. Christine (a surprisingly good looking Catherine Keener)is a to-be divorcee and my personal favourite: Jane (a brilliante performace by Frances McDormand) is a depressed, successful fashion designer married to an awesome guy who could-be gay and is pissed-off at the entire 'freaking world and refuses to wash her hair.
The movie on the overall was quirky with its lack of a definitive plot and had none of the problem-resolution hollywood drama. But it seriously got me thinking. Just like Franny wonders if she met the girls now would they all have still been friends, it got me wondering about how our lives are all about to change and take us down such different paths.
In university, under our parents thumbs, we all lead such similar lives but in a matter of years all this will be the distant past. As age takes its toll, children pop out, husbands drill in and life does it normal hoo-ha, will we be able to maintain these friendships we built over so many many years? Or like the girls, will the love exist but resentment seed beneath at certain peeople's successes and our personal failures? Or will it all just fade away into a distant childhood memory?
Sometimes I seriously wish I could just freeze time but then again I equally anticipate what is to come.. Ambivalence, almbivalence, ambivalence.

John Mayer's "Continuum"

Ok, so Mayer boy isn't for everyone. He's downright cheesy, a little too Pamela Andersoney with his breathy sort of singing but he's good: very, very good.
Angry, ambivalent, optimistic, grief-stricken, whimsical, cringe-worthy, relevant, funked up, his latest record is anything but "Continuum".
It's a jerky battle of emotions and melodies as he shifts from a Steven Jenkins, angry rocker-ish lover that bawls
"You'll be a bitch because you can
You try to hit me just hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty"
to the Jemmy Hendrix self-affirmation
"Yes I’m
bold, bold as love
I’m bold as love
Just ask the axis."
He does the doey eyed, 16 year old grammy-winning boy thing with
"When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe"
then turns into a cynical adult churning
"How did they find me here
What do they want from me
All of these vultures hiding
Right outside my door."



Love, life and all that falls in between. John Mayer is our modern Eliot singing about the impossibility of love and the possibility of saviour. Like a chick going thru PMS, "Continuum" throws a multitude of emotions your way and personally, I love the plurality.