cursed

“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”

- On the Road

missing piece

"If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practising an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

- Man Without a Country, Kurt Vonnegut

Trying to be cool overcomplicates my life

That is pretty similar to the good quote by star designer Stefan Sagmeister,

"Trying to look good limits my life."

Except his is better, and he made big word art out of it. So true. Can't wait to grow up and do things that matter, and let keeping up appearances drop in priority. I already deem that the "coolest" people are ones who are passionate, driven, committed, voraciously curious, and trying to make a difference. I hope to be going in that direction as well, not for the sake of appearances, which can be deceiving and fade away, but for .. life!

"Deadbeat Dads" and other poor men are getting the least sympathy (and monetary aid) these days .. merely because they are men. But don't they need help just like anyone else? Article.

Expensive and well-designed furniture makes me drool (and covet), which is why I try to sharply curb my visits to design blogs. This mid-century Herman Miller Nelson Swag Leg desk was in an ad in a past issue of Dwell. I love the decision to make the partitions playfully colorful, while keeping the desk classy enough for use in an office.



Is good design self-indulgent? That fear always kept me from diving into that world of beauty and wonder. And "Design within Reach"? Hardly. I'd like to see that in action. IKEA is doing an OK job, but I'd go for better design and quality for double the price.

Different World

I've been reading a lot of The Economist lately, trying to get more up to date on global news and issues. (Being able to spend so much time online is one thing to be thankful for in being underutilized at work.) How does you pray about global issues that are so complicated that there doesn't seem to be a solution? Like the rapid increase in food prices. A lot of people may start or continue to starve. And what about the turmoil in Africa and the political corruption that is doing little to help its suffering citizens? Or the countless civilian killings perpetrated by us Americans in Iraq that nobody will ever hear about? Where do you go from there? And how many people really care? Answer: Not enough. That's nearly just as awful. The world has been a dreary place for a long time... and we still have to live in it. I'm hoping to inform myself of not only today's going-ons in the world, but of the nasty living conditions in the past (which I have been fortunate to miss out on). And go somewhere from there. I don't want to be trapped in the superficiality provided by our American pop culture (and underground culture) money machine that keeps the youth uninformed, stupid, intellectually lazy, and afraid of reality. Been there, done that.

I admit that I'm a baby. I've been brought up under other people's guidance for so long and been told what to do for long (lovingly so) that I am relearning how to think for myself. I am now independent! The shock hasn't even completely worn in yet. Therefore, I must take responsibility for my own path and get rid of this complacency that muddles my outlook. Gandhi said that "you must be the change you wish to see in the world." How wonderful it is that I actually have the means to do that! I'm not sure what exactly that looks like yet, but it could be anything. It's encouraging to see this happening in other people's lives, even in strangers' lives, because you see that you are not alone. I don't wish to be ridiculous/ idealistic, but it's much worse to be pessimistic and apathetic. Like Jesus said (Jesus said this, right?), being hot or cold is much better than being lukewarm (blech!). This is something that I've recently begun to struggle with, as my natural inclination is mostly complacency, some perfectionism, and a lot of running away from risks and difficult situations. I've never been in a ton of trouble, but I've yet to accomplish a whole lot either. I hope that will change soon. And one day I hope to be wise.

I started a log of phrases yesterday at work, so that I can record meaningful thought as it comes to me. I'm glad that things are starting to process. Here are a few:

I cannot fully appreciate and enjoy art if I am not also creating it.

What is the purpose of living simply? (Mistake: I tried to live minimally for a while and ended up with a pretty empty life.)

Passion produces productivity.

Everything worthwhile is bigger than I am.

#1 Stuck Inside

1 No Excuses - Air France
2 Duel - Menomena
3 I Can't Stand It - Telepathe

Yoga.

I feel so peaceful and relaxed after yoga. Today's class was more strenuous, as we did more downward dogs and learned upward dog. I felt like I got a real workout (my muscles were shaking) without sweating much at all. Sigh. My mind is clear. It is definitely a stress reliever. It's also good to not listen to music on the drive home and just be. I'm tired, but I also feel enervated, unlike after a really long ride or game of sports, when you merely feel dead. I was somewhat reluctant about yoga, because I am bad at focusing my attention on any activity that isn't the Ultimate one (which is..?), but I am learning to use effort in little, difficult and seemingly useless activities (ones that I can easily quit).

Caught in the most cush place in the world/time

"Waste! Not" article (from Boston Ideas)
Smart! Treating our waste as a resource, not as something to be done away with. And also thinking about ways to reduce the large amount of clean water we use in our current inefficient sewage system. But the psychological barriers to these advances are formidable. (Agh, I can't believe that diarrhea takes more lives than AIDS does in Africa... When we get the runs here, all it takes it some Tums, water, and rest and we're good to go after a few hours or so.) A lot of good research has been taking place, (much of it in a more forward-thinking Europe?), but it doesn't seem that realistic for America to adopt these new toilets any time soon, not as long as we are still wealthy and comfortable. Curse riches!

I've been reading Out of the Silent Planet (seem to have gotten in a sci-fi stage as of late, unintentionally) with a bemused perspective of one who has only appreciated C.S. Lewis for Narnia and his challenging, yet illuminating books on Christianity. So while it has been enjoyable, sci-fi C.S. Lewis is sorta weird in light of the depth of his other work. He compares himself to H.G. Wells (with whom I am not very familiar, sadly), but the sci-fi genre has never fully excited my imagination, because it involves a complete suspension of belief where I can hardly question anything without being dragged away from the story with a growing list of unanswered questions. I'm no scientist, but it's hard for me to immerse myself in a world that is completely different from the one in which I live.

Anyways, in the book, listening to Ryoi the alien hrossa talk about his species'(?) existence alongside with his enemy species' existence, and how they love the enemy even though they kill each other reminded me of what I learned about Native Americans in high school. They had a similar philosophy of life, treating the earth as a gift to be used and taken care of, but not abused. Animals were killed only for food and shelter, and killing for profit or fun was a vile concept outside of their thinking. Everything was done out of necessity, and never out of hate or excessiveness. What simplicity and harmony with the earth (until the Whites came and destroyed all of this in blood-thirst, greed and conquering spirit. Enter a new, powerful, extremely destructive civilization. And I'm part of that legacy. Is the Earth going to look like itself in Wall-E, a few hundred years from now? Uninhabitable?)

In light of this example, our modern lifestyles appear absolutely abhorrent and irresponsible. Driving luxury cars that make our air irreversibly dirty, and owning multiple cars? Littering? Creating so much trash out of unnecessarily excessive packaging, wasted food, and unused products? Living in giant homes that regulate temperature regardless of energy expenditure (One of my roommates used to turn the thermostat down to somewhere in the 60's and bury herself in her thick covers!)? Upgrading perfectly functional goods and owning new things all the time? There is no comparison.. Recent advances in more sustainable living are heartening, yet it is obvious that none of these advances and concessions would have to be made if our attitudes weren't so ruthless, short-term, and seeking for immediate satisfaction in the first place. We're not going backwards, but it sure seems that way as better ways of living call us to forgo comforts we always thought we were entitled to. And that's really uncomfortable! I have been accused of black and white thinking, so with that in mind, as Americans, I think eventually we'll have to get used to be pretty uncomfortable all the time, as long as we remember our past comforts. In fact, I currently feel guilty for having the luxury of hiding out in my really cool room when it's 102 degrees outside. Not that I am going to create discomfort for myself to expunge my middle-class guilt, but part of me longs for the day where collective good triumphs over individual ease. Yes, all our conveniences allow us to accomplish more and enjoy/consume more, but how much more meaningful is it to work, create and succeed within responsible boundaries? A lot more. Middle-class America has a long way to go, but the small changes within and the ones without (see poor countries) are for real. I'm staying tuned.

bopping & trodding

about the now-me:
- the only poetry i really enjoy and seek to analyze is song lyrics. they touch me more easily than most literature. low-brow art?
- i feel restrained. not sure by what. i feel if i live minimally (get rid of things) i will be freer. but i'm not doing much in general. i lost my passions and am starting a half-hearted search for them now.
- i feel creatively dead. lately, i want to be a in band? it is the easiest and most exciting outlet i see now, as i already have some musical experience. but i am afraid of hitting a wall too soon and running out of ideas. is there even enough in me to contribute to the modern art landscape?
- i am starting to become more disengaged from the internet, social networking even. it's disheartening to have interesting initial conversations with a stranger/acquaintance online and then upon meeting them, realize no spark or connection in real life. although, this might just be one example of how i am disengaged from everything in life now.
- scary epiphany: in terms of action and thought, i cannot distinguish my true self from obedience to social norms. !! which means that i must break some social norms and allow myself the freedom to be disagreeable, since i've abided by the rules for so long. who even knows what that will look like!

song that transcended today: menomena - duel. i didn't really like the rest of this album, but when this started playing on my shuffle, i felt amazement. the chord structures are actively pleasing and unconventionally poppy. if it makes any sense, this particular soundscape translates into the way of life i would like to be living: hopeful. i have a hard time describing music because i don't have a broad background and knowledge of influences to draw from. most of the reviews i read are like that, but the better ones employ metaphors. perhaps i can never get past sentimentalism when it comes to musical enjoyment. i haven't decided if this is a good or bad thing yet. it's certainly not something to brag about to those who are cultured, though.

What if all my enemies were dead
and i could forget everything they said
could I be then who I really am?

What if I sold everything I own
And ran away from everyone I know
could I make another place my home?

And if I let go all of my ghosts
who would I dump over the months?

What if everyone is right?
Should've taken their advice
But I can't change my mind

And if I let go all of my ghosts
who would I dump over the months?


i have also been enjoying the tender tunes of things in herds (from the daily growl) at work. so i haven't really gotten a chance to sit down and listen hard for the layers, but it is nice background music at least. this reminds me of how much i enjoy hushed folk music, and that i should look into sam amidon again. nick drake, maybe? one time i was at maggie's, sitting around reading with a few of her other friends (which never happens) and she put on the sam amidon record. coupled with the wood floors and ceilings, the music and silence created a rare and warm atmosphere. it disappeared too quickly when one of us got antsy and started talking. i left shortly afterwards. this is a large reason why i prefer to be alone: silence is hard to come by and it's easiest to uncover without others around.

strange form of life

Humdrum. Wake late, sit in hot car, work, dally, snack, sit in hot car, hang out, sleep late.

I didn't realize how robotic I had become until today, when I came home, ate some food, and went through some more of my stuff to throw out (so that i don't have to move as much when i do move). I was about to trash one of Roz's screenprinted posters (which looks pretty neat but I am not in the business of collecting posters), but instead, I got out my scissors and cut it up into little rectangles. I somewhat pretended that I was a designer reusing my old prints as business cards. But really, there was nothing to it, no goal in mind, yet it wasn't mindless. I gave myself the task of finding the best patterns to isolate in a rectangle, excluding letters. Funny enough, it was satisfying work. More satisfying than anything I did at work-work today. Wow, how creatively inhibited my lifestyle has become. All the more reason to sign up for the wheel-throwing pottery class at Clayways starting in a few weeks. The final product is important, yes, but it's the process of shaping, perfecting and being in complete control that makes crafting worthwhile (if this is not your job). Wouldn't you agree?



This may be one of my more dull posts, but I seem to have forgotten that it is OK and good to express things for the sole purpose of expressing them. For myself. Life's not a stage. thankfully, And I can have Frances Time more and more these days. Relief! It's fun to do things with the boyfriend and friends too, but I do not require those times to be productive necessarily.

I only want to hear it in stories

Went to the David Sedaris reading yesterday. It was pleasant being read to and finding the stories funny. Sigh. It's just that I get so anxious thinking about all the good books I should be reading or have read, so much so that I freeze up and avoid it all together. Knowledge is a scary thing to confront as an individual. I think that maybe I should go back and get another liberal arts degree, in history or something similar, so that I could understand our past and why the world is the way it is today. I don't always care, because my comfortable life status never really forces me to, but I always feel a persistent nagging that I should, as a human being, and especially as an American. (Now that I've moved over to avoiding people, perhaps I should start confronting large-scale ideas and issues..)

At the end, Mr. Sedaris kindly recommended a few books and authors. I looked up one of them, Tobias Wolff, and have been covertly reading his memoir on Google Books at work since this morning. Here's a wonderfully written passage from it (Background: his mother had enrolled him in a Catholic school to spite her Protestant ex-husband, and his nun teacher is requiring all students to go through their first confession):

“I thought about what to confess, but I could not break my sense of being at fault down to its components. Trying to get a particular sin out of it was like fishing a swamp, where you feel the tug of something that at first seems promising and then resistant and finally hopeless as you realize that you’ve snagged the bottom, that you have the whole planet on the other end of your line.”

- This Boy's Life

So perceptive of a little boy. With a sad childhood.

the funeral in my brain

free until they cut me down
but no longer
done with dealing
disappearing act no more
no exit
but here
start

Something/ Someone Rises To Meet Me

Why am I scared of so many things? Sometimes, I wish I had more of a don't-give-a-fuck attitude about the little things. Offend people sometimes, do what I want. Surely that's a tad better than living in the fear of man. It's debilitating a lot of the times. I should live as if I am free, because.. I am. But I can't turn off emotions! They're not to be trusted sometimes. However, I can train myself to feel the right feelings at the appropriate time. Spending so much time around friends whose lives are driven by their emotions has made it difficult for me to do this, but I have to.

It's going to be a real challenge figuring out what I need to start controlling in my life, and what I need to relinquish to a higher power. Faith be turned to sight!

This whole finding housing ordeal is moderately stressful! I know that I won't be homeless come August, but the current mad rush is anxiety-inducing. I hope JJ and I won't have to pay more than we want to for a decent house, but I am willing to pay a good deal more for a comfortable home and peacefulness. Money has always been the top priority in finding a place to live, but I am allowing mental and emotional health to take precedence. Sometimes I want to purchase a house so bad.. Nevermind about that, since I plan on moving out of Austin within the next few years to see another part of the US or world. I don't want to become provincial, even though Texas is a great state. No better time to do it! And the only way I can determine my limits is to test them, right? Another scary idea. I suppose I must get over my irrational desire for a perfect and easy life, whatever that really means, because that's not my main goal in living anyway. Oh upbringing, the old rules I've learned from it I still apply, even though I am in an entirely new stage of life, because no new mindset has replaced it. Where is that mindset?? Give me! Maybe I'm not thinking enough about things.

On a musical note:
If you get to wear headphones at work, check out muxfind. It's a muxtape search engine, and probably a great way to get introduced to new music. Here's mine.

get me offline now

My roommates are probably going to be secretly pissed at me when all these packages keep coming in. Oh, how I love getting presents in the mail! Even if they're from myself..

Here is a silver Weinmann Deep-V front wheel. I've been bitten by the upgrade-your-fixie-parts bug! Hence, the impulse buy. $75 for a brand new wheel, trued and all, is quite a deal, though. Note the red hub - very hipster. Whatev. It matches my bike. Just need some rim tape, a long stemmed tube, and we're ready to ride.


I paid 60 bucks yesterday for this mini Kryptonite u-lock. It's not an online purchase, only because I wanted it NOW. Hasty mistake? Photo example includes holster / crazy fun batman-like utility belts for bikers (which I do not own). Nerdster, cutester, or both?


Call it a fanny pack, but it is technically a bike "hip pack." For all the essentials, and a u-lock holder. Carrying a messenger is cumbersome if you don't need to lug books, clothes, or other extra stuffs around. And besides, messenger bags, even with super padded straps, are NOT boob-friendly.


I love a handmade mug. Especially one with pen drawings baked onto them. Got 2: 1 for me, 1 for KK's bday present. Dovetail


If I were a boy, I'd wear Clarks Originals all day long. But fortunately for me, I'm a girl, and they make a pretty cool pair of women's Clarks Originals (Natalie) that are nearly impossible to find in the US, but there just happened to be a slightly worn pair in my size on eBay when I looked a few days ago. Score! I love a crepe sole.


I've been needing a real purse for a while now. People just think I carry a makeup bag everywhere, which is a little off-putting. This one is small enough to be minimalist, and fancy enough for most occasions (vintage Coach, yo!). As with any vintage item, it could look really silly with the wrong outfit, but I'll try to not let that happen.. unintentionally. Unfortunately, I feel like I'm going to be ripped off, since I haven't heard anything from the seller in 3 weeks. And I already mailed payment. Lame.

Thus concludes the summarization of my materialistic extravagance. Back to work, Friday-style. (You should know what that means.)

Colorado II

We [OK, Brook and Evan] converted my current 10-speed Fuji Team 1985 road bike into a fixie. New Nitto Randonneur touring drop bars, Cinelli cork bar tape, Evan's old yellow Deep-V back wheel, pedal clips/straps, small brake lever. And the taking off of all unnecessary parts, such as the derailleurs, bottle cage, reflectors, geared back wheel, most of the brakes, including the back brake. Lightness and relief! Accuse me of hipsterdom [noooo], but I did it because I think I'm going to enjoy riding a lot more. Connected to the road and no lazy coasting! A very good start to Summer 08: Create!

Favorite links, 1st quarter

So, I deactivated my Facebook account because I had become enslaved to reading about other people's little life details in an effort to stave off boredom. It's like when you eat because you're bored, even though you don't need to, but there's nothing else to do and you just do. Bad, robotic way to live. I've also been cutting down internet time [especially the aimless wandering sort], and only using it to look up stuff, not surf. I still come across really cool things though that I'd like to share and remember. I use Google Reader to keep track of this, but it can also enable me to re-mutate back into a super-efficient consumption machine of culture, knowledge and images, so I am trying to be careful. So recently, I've been using these social networking sites to share great finds, but since I am backing off, I'll put them on here instead, for now. Enjoy!


Kitsune Noir
Brook [the person I have been seeing for the past few weeks] has been gently laughing at me ever since he saw that my new Macbook Pro [of a few months] still had the original desktop wallpaper on it. I had kept it on there for so long because in the past, I had just downloaded my favorite images from various websites, and then centered them with a black background on my desktop. Pretty lame, I know. But I finally replaced the stock purple galaxy image with the Jean Jullien one. Super cute, and I love how it's in gray and black, and not overwhelmingly colorful. If you know me, I love loud and bright colors, but lately, I've felt the need to tone everything down. [Life is being hard right now...]


Fun necklaces - Moustache
I think this would be uber cute to have, especially because moustaches are all the rage now, and I missed a rad moustache party because I didn't even have a fake one. And also because Brook has one. Hehe. But EFF high-end hoity-toity fancy-pants products. I hate how well-designed items can be so expensive. It's really not OK. Everyone knows the value of the materials and labor and even creative input does not add up to a small fortune. Sigh.. a big reason why I am repulsed by high design. Because good design should most always be accessible to everyone.


Benjamin Tousley Wilkerton
Even though his online portfolio is slim, I like what I see already. Less is more, ya know? I'm not a huge fan of modern design/photography [I'm more used to hazy, nostalgic holgas and 35mm], but his design of Grizzly Bear's "Friend EP" is fabulously dark and clean. They're one of my favorite bands, so I believe that he did well in matching their sound. Same with "Yellow House." Excellent vintage font that doesn't look cheesy or self-affected. His Canon Blue album art is pretty neat too. I'm really into images of outer space these days, and it looks pretty different from anything else out there.


Ill Studio
Talent + Over the top Ridiculousness Cheeze = Beyond Awesome
There are no words for their work besides that.






Keep Calm
Currently, my favorite poster shop, at the very top of my design links folder. Their design(er)s are classy, simple and some of the cream of the crop. It's a bit too British to be my favourite forever, and the prices [in pounds] will be out of my budget for a long time, but googling at them is always free, thankfully. [As is linking their images.] If I ever wanted to splurge on modern home decor, this would be the place I'd hit for my walls. Note that Alyson Fox, one of their artists, is from Austin.



Rob Ryan
A few months ago, I finally sucked it up and purchased one of his tiles ["My Adventure Is About to Begin" - good for this stage in life, eh?]. His papercuts are so beautiful and amazingly detailed. He also has a knack for words, as many of his pieces include adorable or heart-wrenchingly beautiful one-liners. Never sappy, always original. His Etsy shop

That's it for now! Happy to be share hardworking artists with you who make me smile.

i really don't know what i'm supposed to be doing

And though we did not believe in God
The gray skies fell, we felt the pressure drop
And we were feeling down
Some eyes were looking down at us
The souls that made the call
The judge what when they spoke said, "Not at all"
The words that came made not a sound
A mouth said, "Not a sound at all"
What Sheldon said, "We wrote a book"
And rearranged the size and forms to look like something understood
Like something we had seen before
And waiting pent, save, sad, and look
Up to the stars and counting all the suns and all the moons
How sad it was that we could not believe

And everyone who believes
And everyone who believes
And they said,
"We all said hallelujah"
"We all said hallelujah"
And everyone moves around with ease
And everyone who with ease around and then,
"We all said hallelujah"
"We all said hallelujah"
"We don't want answers anyway"

Still we could not conceive the call
The midnight fell, we felt the measure fall
And we were feeling down
Some eyes were looking down at us
And waiting pent, save, sad, and look
Up to the stars and counting all the suns and all the moons
How sad it was that we could not believe

And everyone who believes
And everyone who believes
And they said,
"We all said hallelujah"
"We all said hallelujah"
And everyone moves around with ease
And everyone fell right to their knees and then,
"We all said hallelujah"
"We don't want answers anyway"
"We don't want answers anyway"

- the helio sequence

Women as Lovers

..dangerous cousins?

My love for you is real

the story of my life >>

so you're never gonna leave
so i'm never gonna leave
but i'm proud to say
that i've got us beat

and i'm never gonna leave
and you're never gonna leave
but you're never gonna love me
like i need

thao nguyen - "beat (health, life and fire)"
[finally- a hip, asian, indie songstress!]


but. i refuse to languish definitely

I think your bruise was understated (pt. 2)

And so begins the stealthy act of blogging at work..

"So this is the new year
And I don't feel any different
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self-assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions"

The moment I popped out of bed yesterday morning (and without a hint of hangover, mind you - yay for B12) I took out Transatlanticism and played this song to usher in 2008. My favorite part is when it gets jaunty, but when it did, it was disappointing this time, as the lyrics change tracks and plunges into relationship territory. That never gets old, does it? Anti-climactic, just like the actual new year. Due to a dry run of new songs I've downloaded (they aren't sticking), I've returned to the soundtrack of my high school existence. But what greets my ears is less than picture perfect. Speaking specifically of Death Cab for Cutie's first few albums, the ones before Ben Gibbard got a bit older and hopped on the pop train, I've realized that their lyrical matter is much more sexual, depressing, and violent than I never imagined. All that rolled into one. I can say the same about the world, and some of my friends. It's not really reassuring. So grow up already, right? Shock, demystification, acceptance. I hate acceptance.

How does one make an impression using art these days? In some ways, I hate our day and age, where technological advances have pushed consumption over the human speed limit. Today it is practice in discipline being still and focusing on one thing for more than a moment (for more than fifteen minutes?). We forget how to process and digest. Artists of the not quite genius variety have it hard these days, as talent is easy to come by. Living simply is obsolete. And you don't need a magazine to tell you how to do it. Ridiculous. Maybe it's just me; I'm always on the move, hunting for the next big thrill. I'll wait for it, but it had better come. All this makes me anxious.

And somebody should do something about all the world's problems!

The tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist

I am starting this thing up again in hopes of maintaining sanity and staving off boredom. Dusty old thing, this mind of mine. Get 'er done!

The dead. Why are they so horrifying? Bodies decay and look gross, get over it. It's natural. I just finished reading the novel The Lovely Bones, and because the narrator is a 14-year-old murdered girl (it's quite alright, she's sweet and in heaven), I feel that much at ease with the normalized idea of human spirits and ghosts. Can't say the same for the living. [B+]
Also watched The Sixth Sense tonight for the first time- yes, I'm waaay behind the times, but I lost the desire to see it after someone told me the ending years ago. It was okay. And precocious little children who see dead people? "The Shining" did it earlier and better. I think that the dead shouldn't haunting the poor living like that. But I guess it can get boring at times if you never cease to exist. It was a pleasant surprise to see Olivia Williams in it, although I'll always regard her as the lovely 1st grade teacher in "Rushmore" who charmed the socks off Max Fischer (immediately) and myself (after a repeated viewing). [B-]
Also saw Once, the (correction) Irish semi-musical with documentary-like camera shakes. The film music was moving, because there is something magical about writing and playing songs with someone you care about who loves music too, but there's no way that I would have looked up the songs and downloaded them off an mp3 blog if I didn't see this movie. Standing alone, they belong in the sappy folk-rock category. Not impressive. I also felt that the ending left something to be desired. Perhaps I am an escapist these days, but if I want reality, I'm not reaching for a dvd. [B-] And my heart is simultaneously pleased and creeped out that Glen Hansard and Marketa Inglova, the two stars, are a real life couple and are 37 and 17 years old. I wonder what's it like for him to be so close to having youth again. It's something special, for sure. But I think that the young should enjoy the young. It's a different sort of appreciation. Someone said, youth is wasted on the young .. but what are you supposed to do with it?

When is it absurd to continue on being patient? Because I want to kick someone/something with the way things are now. Please remember that alcohol is a depressant. You've gone off the rails

More interesting posts to come, soon. For important topics, read the paper. Because if you aren't interesting or important, what are you?