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misheard [11 Jun 2008|12:23am] i learn my name i ride with a number-two pencil i work up to my potential i earn my name i come when called i jump when you circle the cherry i sing like a good canary i come when called i come, that's all send it up on fire deaf before dumb i clean the house i put all your books in an order i make up a colorful border i clean my mouth 'cause froth comes out send it up on fire death before dumb Comments?

Shiftless when idle [04 May 2008|10:51pm] "I haven't tried to find a compromise between myself and others. I have thought that the more particular I am the more I address the general." --Chantal Akerman, 1982 Comments?

Riches and wonders [11 Apr 2008|12:32am] Today I saw a group of kids who were visiting from Alaska (Allison turned around and asked them where they were from) eating in our dining hall. They did not realize that you're supposed to take your dishes and leftover food up to the conveyor belt before you leave, and so I saw that one of them had left the following in his wake: a heap of nachos with two slices of pizza on top and two individually wrapped jelly donuts, one of which had about three bites taken out of it. One of my mom's students e-mailed me last night to say that he is trying to decide whether to go to AU or GW. He has a lot of questions. What is AU like? What is college like?, he asks me. What is college like? All I can think to say is that college is taking more donuts than you could ever even hope to eat, and college is a mountain of nachos with two slices of pizza on top. 1 comment >> Comments?

I'll make this brief [28 Mar 2008|10:55am] "I went through a big Hemingway phase in my twenties." That's a sentence that seems to get thrown around a lot. Comments?

merry christmas! [24 Dec 2007|04:19pm] not only the best song of the year (no contest), but also the song that best describes my own personal 2007, i decided today: Now it's day and I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue. I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm. Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before. I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores. It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light. Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite. "What's the day?" "What you doing?" "How's your mood?" "How's that song?" Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone. I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired. It's family beaches that I desire. A sacred night, where we'll watch the fireworks. The frightened babies poo. They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored why. They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes. I been eating with a good friend who said "A Genii made me out of the earth's skin" but in spite of her she is my birth kin, she spits me out in her surly blood rivers. All the people life lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish. If elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after the world with the shivers. "What's the day?" "What you doing?" "How's your food?" "How's that song?" Man it passes right by me it's behind me now it's gone. I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire. That sacred night where we watched the fireworks. They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes and if they are color blind, they make me feel, that you're only what I see sometimes. Comments?

[30 Nov 2007|05:44pm] I just had my last British Lit class ever, and I am only sure that these past two and a half years of my life and money have been all just been leading towards me writing the very last sentence that I wrote in my notebook: "USING LANGUAGE TO COMMUNICATE IS INHERENTLY A SYMPTOM OF FALLENNESS. THE. END." And I bet this is a thought that a million people have had throughout the course of time, but it gives me new faith in my major, knowing that reading and writing are in themselves postlapsarian activities. Whenever I am lacking any sort of rebellion in my life, at least there's that. So here's to Milton, and here's to Chris Marker for kicking my ass this afternoon into finally starting to finish my film. Here's to time travel (thoughts of which have kept me from sleeping for the past two nights) and here's to luck changing abruptly with the beginning of a new calendar year. Here's to 08. Comments?

[21 Nov 2007|01:03am] "My films are expressive of a culture that has had the possibility of attaining material fulfillment while at the same time finding itself unable to accomplish the simple business of conducting human lives. We have been sold a bill of goods as a substitute for life. In this country people die at the age of 21. They die emotionally at 21, maybe younger. My responsibility as an artist is to help them past 21." -John Cassavetes Also, it's good to be home. 1 comment >> Comments?

[07 Nov 2007|04:03pm] [ music | Jeff Davis County Blues ] I just scheduled for my Spring classes. I am taking: COMM-464 -- directing for camera LIT-346 -- german cinema LIT-370 -- a room of one's own: women & lit BIO-240 -- oceanography COMM-561 -- the radical image: avant-garde & experimental film I'm quite excited for that line-up, maybe the best yet. Can't go wrong with a class that has a V-Woolf reference right in the title and is taught by good ol Roberta. Spring 08 is poised to be pretty good, also because I'm finally getting off campus and moving into a house. This weekend I'm shooting my final project for my film class. It's the first film project I've gotten to do completely by myself here, and I'm really excited about that. The thought process of most of the Visual Media people here is something along the lines of "LETS BLOW SHIT UP FOR NO REASON GUNSHOTS MURDER BOOM BOOM BOOM ALSO I SAW MEMENTO ONE TIME AND MAN THAT MOVIE RULED." So it'll be neat to do something a little different and not 100% plot focused. I'm shooting it on a Bolex H16 which is an old 16mm spring wound camera. It is at once the most wonderful and frustrating piece of equipment that this school has ever let me get my grubby hands on. I had to use it on a project earlier this semester and after I shot the whole thing, I found out I loaded the film wrong and all my footage was ruined. But I'm givin it another go so I can erase that whole experience from my mind. I am going to be 21 in less than a month. Then we can be "real" friends. 2 comments >> Comments?

I wanna be a Toys R Us kid. [02 Nov 2007|12:25pm] A wise scholar by the name of Behrens once proposed this theory of the funnel, in which we should all celebrate uncertainty and indecision because the more major life decisions you make, the farther you travel down the narrow end of your funnel. There are a lot of people here who are in a pretty big hurry to get to the end of their funnels. (I'm sure this is true at any college, but it is probably at least slightly worse here. If I have somehow not ever told you this before, my school is pretty strange. When my main man coined the phrase The Children of Marx & Coca Cola, I'm pretty sure he was talkin bout this place.) Anyway, I just want to say that, contrary to popular belief, we are still young. And I don't think it's a crime that sometimes (ok, most of the time) I'd rather be signing someone's lawn or having a pie fight or putting flaming dog shit on people's doorsteps and then getting caught and having to go to fire prevention classes. 2 comments >> Comments?

Wing sauce. [29 Oct 2007|02:06am] Like how about me being pulled backwards in a wheelchair through this alley with a badass Cannon Xsomethingoranother on my shoulder playing Raoul Coutard for a day? How about feeling for the thousandth time that I'd like to spend the rest of my life doing just that. Comments?

buckets of rain [25 Oct 2007|01:23am] I just wanted say that you can stream a few songs from the I'm Not There soundtrack here, but do not even bother with the other two and just listen to Jim James's version of "Goin To Acapulco." I have been searching for a recording of it since seeing the movie about two months ago, and here it is. It's one of the only covers that actually appears in the film (except that, fun fact: Stephen Malkmus does Cate Blanchett's singing voice in the film and sings "Balld of a Thin Man" and maybe something else, I forget). This song is the only good part of the otherwise completely superfluous Richard Gere segment of the film. Immediately after I'm Not There was over, I decided that it was pretty horrible, but then I have liked it more and more and more as more time passes since when I've seen it and now I'm at the point where I think it is maybe the best movie of 2007. I can't wait to see it again. I was sleeping but then I decided I wanted to get up and listen to this song about eight times, and now I'm going back to bed. Comments?

Bonefish. [29 Sep 2007|01:33pm] Last night I saw Animal Collective. On either side of the stage, they had set up these skeletons wearing tutus and had propped their arms up like they were ready to attack. At one point, a sweaty guy next to me wearing a big plastic headband grabbed both of my wrists and positioned them in the air. I looked back at him in confusion, and he leaned in and whispered, "JUST LIKE THE SKELETON." I put my hands down, and he shook his head and positioned my hands in the air again. I left them there for a bit, half afraid to put them down again and disobey plastic headband guy. And then while I left my hands in skeleton position, he tickled me under the arms. A fitting finale to a bizarre day. 2 comments >> Comments?

[28 Sep 2007|12:40am] American I've given you all and now I'm nothing. American two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. Comments?

A tiger's never going to change her stripes, I guess. I guess. [23 Sep 2007|12:30am] We intended to see The Mountain Goats three times this weekend. We were going to hit DC, Baltimore (more like Balti-less, if you ask me) and then Philly. We just may have referred to it once or twice as "All Up The Seething Coast 07." We only ended up seeing them once, in DC on Thursday night, but that's okay. It was a great show, even though I grumbled about the set list being disappointingly short at the time. It is probably not within JD's capacity to play a bad show. Also, chances are that I won't have to wait longer than a year before they are back somewhere that I would drive to see them. So really, it's alright. Since he has so many songs, the live shows are always a way for him to dust off some overlooked gems and, for me, a way for me to fall in love with a song that I may have not payed particularly close attention to on the album. At this show, it was "Tollund Man" and a song that for me always got lost in the middle of my second favorite tMG album, "Your Belgian Things." The latter he played so slowly and quietly that he was almost challenging the crowd to still their clinking beer glasses and even their breath to match his hush. What a beautiful song. I've always really loved this line, but here a few days later I just can't stop thinking about it: "I can see you in my sleep, playing the points for all you're worth. Walking gingerly across the bruised earth." Anyway, here's to the things we do and the things that we say we are going to do. Here's to freehand drawings of Lon Cheney, blueprints for geodisic domes, and recipes for cake. 1 comment >> Comments?

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you [17 Sep 2007|01:17am] [ music | bringing it all back home ] "Anyway, my advice is to not go to a 'political' school. Almost everyone here is full of shit." -from a letter I just found that I wrote to my sister but never sent, March 2006 Comments?

I'm go'n to Cal-a-rado to unload my head [04 Sep 2007|11:35pm] I guess what put it over into "best week of my life" territory was probably yesterday afternoon when we were walking down the street doing fake Werner Herzog accents and all of the sudden someone we were with got really quiet and pointed very subtly behind him and we all looked over our shoulders enough to see that Werner Herzog and his wife were 5 feet behind us and definitely heard us. So we immediately ducked into an alley until they passed and Alli said in her real voice, "Oh god, we just have to get away from Werner Herzog." 1 comment >> Comments?

I guess it is official. [07 Aug 2007|02:19am] INSOMNIA?! This is new. This is strange. Also, it was determined this week that I am lactose intolerant. This shocking discovery was made after asking my dad over dinner, "Wait...so not everybody gets sick after eating dairy products?" I have been living a lie for 20 years. Also, last night at 5am my sister came in my room and said, DID YOU HEAR THAT? I had, in fact, and thought it was just my stomach growling. IT WAS A GHOST, she said. But it turned out to be my dog throwing up. I have really come to love my family a whole lot this summer. If you are ever bored in the middle of the night give me a call. I'd love to hear from you, and I am almost certainly awake and feeling unusually chatty. Comments?

YEA!! [24 Jul 2007|12:47pm] So I just booked one of my favorite live bands in the world right now, Mika Miko, to play a show in the Kay Basement on Oct 13th!!! We have at least 2 other shows in the works for the fall right now but this is the first one that's completely confirmed and look at how awesome it's going to be. Comments?

[16 Jul 2007|09:39pm] "Just the place to bury a crock of gold," Sebastian said. "I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember." 2 comments >> Comments?

Don't you wish the orange stayed forever? [01 Jul 2007|10:40pm] And hey, I choose my company by the beating of their hearts, not the swelling of their (dicks). 3 comments >> Comments?

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