So I’d been thinking all morning about writing about the fact that Ben Affleck had managed to worm his way into my consciousness.  Surprises me too. 

I watched “Gone, Baby, Gone” the other night, his directorial debut.  And despite the fact that it was a fairly boilerplate thriller, if well made, a few images managed to stick in my head and interrupt my dreams last night.  I wasn’t proud of it, but felt I ought to give the dude props for invading my mind.  It’s not easy to do…

But then I took a big walk up the hill, and came back to find it funny that I even cared about it an hour ago.  Movies lodge in your head sometimes, and Ben went out of his way to stick a few creeper sicko shots in there, so there you go.

The far more interesting thing to me, right now, is how important it is to be able to take some time to clear one’s head on a regular basis.  I would never be able to make good photographs, assuming I do, if I didn’t make sure to find some time to just think.  In a world of limitless stimuli, far to few people make or find the time to be alone, and do nothing but sit, or walk, or run.  So I’m not concerned about Affleck-related nightmares anymore.  Unless someone forces me to watch “Chasing Amy” again.  (Kevin Smith should have quit after “Clerks.”  One and done.)