When I was 12, I read a book that helped shape my growing thought process.
Starship troopers by Robert Heinlein.
Possibly my favorite book, or at least in the top 3.
It was written back in 1959.
A sci fi book based on a war with an alien race.
It is a boy’s philosophical journey into manhood and the idea of duty.
An epic book that I have found myself referring back to dozens of times over the years.
So, when I heard the they were making it into a movie back in 1997, I got excited.
Would it live up to deep philosophical themes?
Could it tap into the Heinlein genius of bonding ideas into unforgettable characters?
In short, no.
They named a movie Starship Troopers.
The characters names are from the book, as is the overall plot.
But every bit of anything below the surface is gone.
There is no depth, the film is nothing more than a sci fi shoot em up using Heinlein’s legacy like a travelling businessman uses a low dollar whore.
I was crushed.
What the hell does that have to do with today?
The book was written over 60 years ago, and the movie was made 13 years ago.
I just finished re-reading Starship Troopers for about the 2 dozenth time.
I am reborn.
Just needed to get that off of my chest.
On to other things.
For a long chain of reasons, I have not been at work for the last few days.
Kind of a paid vacation.
So, I needed to find something to write about and I headed out to a Starbucks I had never been in before.
Morning at a Starbucks is a totally different vibe than any other time of the day.
People are usually in a hurry to get their fix and get to work, so there is this tension that hangs in the background the whole time you are in the building.
Except for the comfy seats on the far side of the room.
Sitting in the 5 plush chairs, is a collection of homeless people, eating english muffin and egg sandwiches.
The Homeless Breakfast club.
Makes for an interesting picture in your head, doesn’t it?
Except that the homeless Molly Ringwald has some SERIOUS BO and fresh stitches on her face.
Now there is a different picture in your head.
Actually, I don’t know any of them, but I know why they are here.
Garrett the homeless guy in Manhattan Beach once informed me that people will give a Starbucks gift card because they think that any money they give will be spent on drugs.
And the unspoken is, they are right.
But at least the Breakfast Club got something to eat.
But I still don’t recommend homeless as a career.