I had a day off. This morning, I read shocking news on Twitter, which told me that a favorite film director David Lynch had passed away. For me, he has been a marvelous creator of the TV drama series "Twin Peaks" (although, I need to remember this drama must be not only by him, but a collaboration with Mark Frost), and also several impressive movies such as "Lost Highway", "Mulholland Drive" and "Inland Empire". Yes, these works literally still fascinate me a lot. I remember even trying to read the paperback of his autobiography "Room To Dream" in English. Even now, I can't forget the Lynch world (or, even after he passed away, I am still a resident of his nightmare-like world?). Thank you so much, and R.I.P.
This afternoon, my parents and I went to a restaurant near my group home. There, we had a pleasant lunchtime (I had a set of rice, soup, and fried oysters). We talked about the picture I had drawn, and after that, I asked about the origin of my name Tatsuro, even though I can't say why I had wanted to do so. My father answered me that once there was a super-smart person who had his name Tatsuro, that let my father decide to name me this.
I was wearing the clothes that the admin of my group home and I had bought, and my parents praised them a lot. We shared our recent events such as the past snowy day and also the coming English conversation class. During that lunchtime, my mother told me severely that I should brush my teeth carefully, and also I shouldn't buy books too much ("You should spend your money to have delicious meals or so, instead of books"). Her face was serious, and I thought that I was (no, I am still) a son of her, even though I would be 50 this year.
After that lunchtime, I took a nap. Then, I went to AEON to write my memo in English as usual. This evening, even though I had time, I must have been tired so just spent that time opening a Japanese book with Tom Waits' songs. The book I read was about a Japanese critic Kenichi Yoshida, who started his alternative career as a weird novelist in his late years (50s?). I remember my age once again, and have found this coincidental fact with me as a funny one.
