We've Got Their Mail

Monday, Jan. 26 From Meg To: Tom hello, hello, hello??!!!!! This is my first pitch out there into the void. Are you there? Will you catch it? Will you be the catcher in the void? clackety, clack, blah, blah, blah...hello?

Wednesday, Jan. 28 From Tom To: Meg Yes, I am here...e-mail is this thing that you can do in those pleasant, blank moments in the day when you can be sparkling or witty with people you couldn't get on the phone even if you tried...I am glad to be making this movie with you--a return to some nice suits, a good haircut and some great dialog with you...

Wednesday, Feb. 4 From Meg To: Tom The best thing I saw today was a very gleeful bicyclist zooming uptown, stopped right near me on the corner of 57th. While he was waiting to cross he started playing his Game Boy which he had slung around his neck...

Monday, Feb. 9 From Tom To: Meg In the Park, on one of the Ballfields, completely by himself, a saxophone player is standing on the pitcher's mound wailing some practice solos, giving his chops a workout without disturbing any neighbors but the trees--a musical score perfect for a movie scene in the city today.

Tuesday, Feb. 10 From Meg To: Tom You've got me thinking about sounds in the city. What about when a pneumatic bus door opens? It always sounds to me like such a grateful gasp or sigh. "PSSTSSSTAAAAAAAAHHHH...some people are getting off." But I don't like being growled at about my belongings when I get in or out of a cab...

Tuesday, Feb. 10 From Tom To: Meg Don't get me started on this Cab recording thing. What about the cab driver? I am an adult. If I choose not to buckle my seat belt it's my own fault. If I forget my backpack or wallet I am a stupid cluck who deserves to lose them. But that poor fellow or gal who is trying to make a living by driving the same few square miles of Manhattan all day long, that person has to hear that thing a thousand times a day!!!

Tuesday, April 14 From Meg To: Tom I had a love affair with the word "twit" once. This lasted for years, long before I knew anyone that I know now. But the memory of the love lingers and in times of quiet if I really concentrate I can conjure up those feelings again. I've noticed you have a deep affection for the word "hip." You say it pretty often. I get the feeling that you secretly mean "hep"--something about the way you use the word belies a kind of nostalgia for hepness. Probably because you use the word "cool" in its vicinity. "Cool" like "hep," jazzy, zoot suity, snapping fingers, loose at the wrist, scatty.

Wednesday, April 15 From Tom To: Meg I like the concept of being loose at the wrist and scatty. Let us all be scatty. T'would be "heaven."

Saturday, May 9 From Tom To: Meg Do you know how many times I have had the dream that I am back in school--junior high, high school, junior college--and I can't remember my gym locker combination? Over my lifetime? HUNDREDS!... Do you need anything in your New York Life-space? What can I supply you with? Paper towels? A mop? Take-out menus?

Monday, May 11 From Meg To: Tom Maybe in one gym-locker dream you will remember your lost combination and you will find everything you ever lost. Socks, valet ticketstubs, little lists, hotel room keys, sunglasses, sleep, control, teenage know-it-all-ness, saucer eye'd kiddie wonder. You could take out anything you think you might like to keep (maybe the saucer-eye'd stuff and the sleep) and leave the rest, shut the locker right back up, and forget the combination all over again... Since you asked I could use some aluminum foil.

Saturday, June 6 From Meg To: Tom Hey. So I heard you wrapped last night... I don't know about you but I always find finishing a movie to be a little bittersweet. The oddball little bubble inside of which you've been allowed to be perfectly myopic goes...poof! Sigh. Done. Anyway. blah blah...I'm holding out hope that we can do yet another one together...

Monday, June 8 From Tom To: Meg One little shot, me and the dog and H&H Bagels--a couple of takes. Done. What has been the most fun: our scenes together. You have to work tomorrow, to be wrapped when the crew is 1. hung over from tonight's party and 2. truly finished with the movie... We must do this again...