Ever seen a completely awful movie in the theater, when the audience gets delirious and laughs at all the wrong parts? How heartbreaking when it happens during a film by Daft Punk.
My thought process during Electroma...these long panoramic shots remind me of Stanley Kurbick...ohhh I love the motorcycle jackets!...why do robots always look so fucking cool...the reviews were right, this IS slow...I wonder if this would be tolerable if I was high....jesus christ, it's only been 15 minutes!...OK I GET IT, robots are unhappy, self destructive humans afterall....I'll just replay Alive 2007 in my head and pray for a Daft Punk song in the closing credits....
...No dice. Find out if KLF's The White Room was any better...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
too soon?
My chucks and I have been together for 5 years - going steady doesn't even begin to describe our relationship. I wore them almost everyday in college and every weekend after I graduated. Sometimes I'll throw on a pair of Pumas or sporty Converse All Stars, but nothing compares to these beat up babies. They've been with me through the post-college angst, a string of boys, and more than one home. They've touched the ground in Spain and the Pacific ocean in Hawaii. They're my dancing shoes, my drinking shoes, my I-got-all-the-time-in-the-world shoes. They fit like cashmere slippers and make me feel light as a feather. If superheroes survived on sneakers, my chucks would be my cape.
Fellow chucks fans know you wear these things into the ground. You turn to duct tape before you throw a pair of perfectly worn chucks in the trash. Although my chucks have several rips and tears, of all my shoes, they keep my feet the dryest in rain and snow. They long ago rejected the pair of odor eaters, yet they smell like new. The soles are smooth as glass, but I could run for miles without tripping. Why would I toss aside a trusty pair of chucks for the unknown? Even if it's clean and in one piece.
Well, my loved ones couldn't bare to see my feet in such a sorry state. One of my best friends gave me a new pair of chucks as a belated Christmas gift. I don't know what to do with them beyond marvel at their newness. I wore them out for the first time last weekend, took them for a test drive during a night of dancing and drinking at a dirty bar. They were more comfortable then I remember a new pair of sneakers being. But it felt wrong, like I was cheating on ole reliable back home.
When is it time to move on? Out with the old and in with the new, as they say. I promised to forget my chucks when they develop holes in the bottom, but the stubborn bastards refuse to die. They're hanging on for dear life and I can't let go. They aren't just a pair of sneakers. All those memories, those adventures and beats, pumping through the laces of my scrappy chucks.
So the new pair of chucks frighten me. What do they have to offer besides virgin canvas? They just look so cold and sterile. Frankly, I'm not sure I trust them.
music: robyn: robyn
Monday, February 18, 2008
excess ain't rebellion
What I did with my day off work - drank an entire pitcher of Crystal Lite.
What I didn't do with my day off work - stretch my ears, take my pants to the tailor, read my new book, finally visit the tattoo shop for pictures, make needed phone calls, practice spinning records.
Really, I had an excellent weekend, especially last night at the Phoenix Landing. It's not too often I hear banging house music on a night when I don't have school the next day (see previous bitchy post). Alison and I celebrated by delcaring Bring Your Co-Workers Out Night. Plus I ran into too many random people, which is to be expected in Cetral Square.
The rest of the weekend included Mark Farina @ The Estate (NEVER AGAIN), shopping at the Wrentham Outlets (hello, I'm a Puma-holic), and dinner at Golden Temple (yummy in my tummy).
So thank you, dead Presidents, for teasing me with another short work week. Unfortunately, I could get used to this.
music: the new york dolls: new york dolls
What I didn't do with my day off work - stretch my ears, take my pants to the tailor, read my new book, finally visit the tattoo shop for pictures, make needed phone calls, practice spinning records.
Really, I had an excellent weekend, especially last night at the Phoenix Landing. It's not too often I hear banging house music on a night when I don't have school the next day (see previous bitchy post). Alison and I celebrated by delcaring Bring Your Co-Workers Out Night. Plus I ran into too many random people, which is to be expected in Cetral Square.
The rest of the weekend included Mark Farina @ The Estate (NEVER AGAIN), shopping at the Wrentham Outlets (hello, I'm a Puma-holic), and dinner at Golden Temple (yummy in my tummy).
So thank you, dead Presidents, for teasing me with another short work week. Unfortunately, I could get used to this.
music: the new york dolls: new york dolls
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
the rocket
Am I the only person who doesn't care if professional athletes take steroids?
music: craze: fabriclive 38
music: craze: fabriclive 38
Sunday, February 10, 2008
the morphine the better
Talk about family support.
Andy and I brought my brother Chris to the emergency room today for excruciating stomach pains - what I thought was apendicitis but turned out to be kidney stones - and almost my entire family showed up. They all rushed to a hospital an hour away in fluctuating white out weather. My mom and her fiance, my dad and step family, and my brother and his girlfriend. I had to restrain myself from yelling SURPRISE! when Chris exited the patient area and saw all of us.
Kidney stones? I wouldn't wish those on my worst enemy. Chris has had multiple surgeries but said that was the worst pain he's experienced in his life. Apparently they can be hereditary and he was the lucky kid to pull the short straw amongst my siblings.
When making the numerous rounds of phone calls, I repeatedly reassured everyone his condition was not life threatening, but at the same time I was practially in tears seeing my little brother in such agony. When your family calls for help, you come running.
music: destiny's child: the writing's on the wall
Andy and I brought my brother Chris to the emergency room today for excruciating stomach pains - what I thought was apendicitis but turned out to be kidney stones - and almost my entire family showed up. They all rushed to a hospital an hour away in fluctuating white out weather. My mom and her fiance, my dad and step family, and my brother and his girlfriend. I had to restrain myself from yelling SURPRISE! when Chris exited the patient area and saw all of us.
Kidney stones? I wouldn't wish those on my worst enemy. Chris has had multiple surgeries but said that was the worst pain he's experienced in his life. Apparently they can be hereditary and he was the lucky kid to pull the short straw amongst my siblings.
When making the numerous rounds of phone calls, I repeatedly reassured everyone his condition was not life threatening, but at the same time I was practially in tears seeing my little brother in such agony. When your family calls for help, you come running.
music: destiny's child: the writing's on the wall
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)