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Sunday, April 23, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
If you're going to compare fruit...
...the least you can do is compare apples to pears. They're not that dissimilar. So many people seem to enjoy comparing apples to oranges, but that's just silly.
There is no more break, gang.
Exams end on the first friday in May, and I'll have finished my chemistry class by the fourth friday of the month.
I will have a degree in August and I will not know what to do with it.
For the second week in a row I have been given virtually no feedback on my scene for screenwriting class. "This is so good, I had to read it twice before realizing how much information I was getting" is certainly a gratifying thing to hear. Especially from a professional in the field. I hope it indicates that I can make this thing happen.
In the down time in my own little room when I'm not in my two hours of classes a day, I will try to do the actual work that will tell me if that response was a fluke.
"I'm learning to hunt for you."
MUSIC: guided by voices: learning to hunt
There is no more break, gang.
Exams end on the first friday in May, and I'll have finished my chemistry class by the fourth friday of the month.
I will have a degree in August and I will not know what to do with it.
For the second week in a row I have been given virtually no feedback on my scene for screenwriting class. "This is so good, I had to read it twice before realizing how much information I was getting" is certainly a gratifying thing to hear. Especially from a professional in the field. I hope it indicates that I can make this thing happen.
In the down time in my own little room when I'm not in my two hours of classes a day, I will try to do the actual work that will tell me if that response was a fluke.
"I'm learning to hunt for you."
MUSIC: guided by voices: learning to hunt
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"...and I feel just like a television...
...left on in an empty room..."
This picture is the first day of spring in Asheville, NC. It was taken at one p.m. The white spot there in the middle of the windshield... that is ice.
It's supposed to snow friday.
Thanks for nothin', spring.
On another topic all together, the quote is from a Small 23 song called 'empty room' from their Cakes ep. I own this ep, and if I leant it to you, give it back. I really want to hear this song.
Does anyone remember that episode of the critic (I know you do) in which Jay Sherman sets out to win another Pulitzer? Remember the advice that wins it for him?
Let me remind you: "If the movie stinks, just don't go."
I bring this up because of Larry the Cable Guy.
This guy knows what I'm talkin' about.
Seriously though, when you pay money to see a movie, be it in a theater or to rent it and watch it at home, you are voting. You are voting on the kinds of movies that make money and thereby you are voting for the kinds of movies that will get made.
And there's no mispunched ballots or thrown out votes in the world of cold hard cash. So let's see if we can all do our part, resist the temptation to see Resident Evil 3 or Snakes on a Plane. If you have to see shit, sneak in. Or rent it and watch it with lots of friends. The rental costs the same whether you watch it with a dozen friends or all alone, in the dark, with your shades pulled down, eating hagen dazs.
Encourage Spike Lee and discourage (or kill) Larry the Cable Guy. Choose wisely.
MUSIC: the microphones: the glow
This picture is the first day of spring in Asheville, NC. It was taken at one p.m. The white spot there in the middle of the windshield... that is ice.
It's supposed to snow friday.
Thanks for nothin', spring.
On another topic all together, the quote is from a Small 23 song called 'empty room' from their Cakes ep. I own this ep, and if I leant it to you, give it back. I really want to hear this song.
Does anyone remember that episode of the critic (I know you do) in which Jay Sherman sets out to win another Pulitzer? Remember the advice that wins it for him?
Let me remind you: "If the movie stinks, just don't go."
I bring this up because of Larry the Cable Guy.
This guy knows what I'm talkin' about.
Seriously though, when you pay money to see a movie, be it in a theater or to rent it and watch it at home, you are voting. You are voting on the kinds of movies that make money and thereby you are voting for the kinds of movies that will get made.
And there's no mispunched ballots or thrown out votes in the world of cold hard cash. So let's see if we can all do our part, resist the temptation to see Resident Evil 3 or Snakes on a Plane. If you have to see shit, sneak in. Or rent it and watch it with lots of friends. The rental costs the same whether you watch it with a dozen friends or all alone, in the dark, with your shades pulled down, eating hagen dazs.
Encourage Spike Lee and discourage (or kill) Larry the Cable Guy. Choose wisely.
MUSIC: the microphones: the glow
Friday, March 17, 2006
If you know your saints...
...then you know this is actually kind of appropriate. Still, I am deeply, deeply sorry.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
"...then we'll chain smoke cigarettes...
"...then we'll chain smoke cigarettes, it doesn't matter...", originally uploaded by Vocal Shrapnel.
...It doesn't matter 'cause we're all gonna die."
Radio Free Brno:
Web in Front: the archers of loaf
Car: built to spill
Just like Heaven (live): the cure
Frontier Psychiatry: the avalanches
I'll Be Gone: tom waits
Lawyers, Guns, and Money: warren zevon
Disarm: smashing pumpkins
Under Sad Stars: crooked fingers
Staralfur: sigur ros
A.M. 180: grandaddy
Oh Canada: geddy lee et al.
Friday I'm in Love (live): the cure
Canned Heat: jamiroquai
Life on Mars: david bowie
Waitin' for Superman: the flaming lips
Under Pressure: david bowie and queen
Mine's Not a Highhorse: the shins
Seeing Other People: belle and sebastian
Enjoy the Silence: depeche mode
We Close Our Eyes (live): oingo boingo
It's a potent and reminiscent mix of rocking and balconies and adventures through europe and a dorm in Brno. I dare you to listen to it and not want to go party all night in Vienna or Prague.
What's that, you already want to party all night in Vienna or Prague? I think I've made my point.
MUSIC: we close our eyes (live): oingo boingo
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
"If you're gonna spew....
...spew into this."
If Jack Ramshaw looks partied out, he has a good excuse.
MUSIC: pixies: bone machine
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
This is two-months-from-now-weather,
and I want to spend it on the Vinarska lawn, with champagne and the tragically hip. Sitting Indian Style, cross-legged, wind blowing too-tall grass over discarded butts, balcony shouting, throwing nationalistic stereotypes and cigarette-tricks and bottlecaps... keeping the soccer players at bay with girls desperate to lay claim to the infrequent Czech sunshine.
Andrew, this is Isolation Drills by Guided by Voices.
This is when we decided for the hundredth time that we needed girls.
This is tramspotting.
This is an adventure.
And it will all vanish, I suspect, before my break starts, before I can have even a little of it.
MUSIC: the magnetic fields: the luckiest guy on the lower east side
Andrew, this is Isolation Drills by Guided by Voices.
This is when we decided for the hundredth time that we needed girls.
This is tramspotting.
This is an adventure.
And it will all vanish, I suspect, before my break starts, before I can have even a little of it.
MUSIC: the magnetic fields: the luckiest guy on the lower east side
Monday, February 27, 2006
"each star represents...
...a playmate that I've slept with."
-Abraham Lincoln
These flags are for hatecrimes. It took me a long time to find the sign that told me that.
So February is in its death throes, and another weekend's gone fast and arguably wasted. The more I do what I should, the worse I hurt. This weekend I was on my feet for hours and hours at a time, and I drank more in two nights than I had prior to that all year. So much for clean livin'.
I learned a lot about the butthole surfers, and though I recall not liking much that I learned, I find myself listening to them even now. I also remembered the Sixths today, though, and I can't find it in my heart or my brain to say that I'm enjoying the surfers more than the sixths.
I worry that I don't make any sense a lot of the time.
Spring break is coming, and I will use it to work. I will intend to use it to talk about guerilla asheville with Jack and to make my fourtrack earn it's keep with Malcolm and Laura Marie and Louise and Pete and anyone else willing to make some noise and to clean the room that will be mine and to... probably do a lot of things... but I will not make those promises, because that'll just be one more thing I beat myself up for in two weeks time.
MUSIC: the sixths: in the city in the rain (w/ Lou Barlow)
-Abraham Lincoln
These flags are for hatecrimes. It took me a long time to find the sign that told me that.
So February is in its death throes, and another weekend's gone fast and arguably wasted. The more I do what I should, the worse I hurt. This weekend I was on my feet for hours and hours at a time, and I drank more in two nights than I had prior to that all year. So much for clean livin'.
I learned a lot about the butthole surfers, and though I recall not liking much that I learned, I find myself listening to them even now. I also remembered the Sixths today, though, and I can't find it in my heart or my brain to say that I'm enjoying the surfers more than the sixths.
I worry that I don't make any sense a lot of the time.
Spring break is coming, and I will use it to work. I will intend to use it to talk about guerilla asheville with Jack and to make my fourtrack earn it's keep with Malcolm and Laura Marie and Louise and Pete and anyone else willing to make some noise and to clean the room that will be mine and to... probably do a lot of things... but I will not make those promises, because that'll just be one more thing I beat myself up for in two weeks time.
MUSIC: the sixths: in the city in the rain (w/ Lou Barlow)
Friday, February 24, 2006
did you ever feel like...
...you were part of an experiment? I keep wondering when the scientists will come and tell me that I was part of the placebo group.
"Mr. Johnson, we'd like to inform you that you have been taking a placebo all week. As you show no real progress in your recovery from this gouty attack, your results confirm the value of the drug indomethicin. Here are some actual, working pills. And we apologize for mentioning the band 'Placebo.' We understand as you do that they are a vile musical plague who should've been executed for covering the Smiths. We hope you feel better."
Oh, and go do this thing.
MUSIC: pixies: wave of mutilation
"Mr. Johnson, we'd like to inform you that you have been taking a placebo all week. As you show no real progress in your recovery from this gouty attack, your results confirm the value of the drug indomethicin. Here are some actual, working pills. And we apologize for mentioning the band 'Placebo.' We understand as you do that they are a vile musical plague who should've been executed for covering the Smiths. We hope you feel better."
Oh, and go do this thing.
MUSIC: pixies: wave of mutilation
Thursday, February 16, 2006
The reasons...
...to not go to one's first class are myriad. Perhaps one is sleepy. One could have a hangover or perhaps one has not done ones homework. Rarely does one skip class because every time one takes a step and transfers ones, granted rather substantial, weight to ones left foot they inhale sharply and have the distinct desire to collapse to the floor and then, perhaps, cut off one's left foot.
This is the kind of pain that convinced me in Brno that my foot was broken. And as bad as it was there with trams and miles of cobbled street to walk, there is a substantial difference. There, I had a balcony and grand books and music right at hand. There I could prop up the offending foot, relax, and watch the sun move across the sky, drinking wine because I knew no better, using the inhalations brought by pain to drag on cigarettes and do further harm to my body.
Most importantly, then and there I had Jesse and Andrew. There I had others, Jess Michael and Richard and every one else. As bad as my foot hurts right now, it's not entirely unpleasant. It reminds me of KFC brought from the middle of town, carried back tramwise and cooling because standing made me want to cry. I remember wrapping my foot with toilet paper to keep the packing tape from sticking to my foot, making an ace bandage from whatever was handy, all so I could get my foot into a shoe and hobble into town for fourteen degree beer.
Lots of time on hand, among all this, to read.
I don't think it's adverdant (is that a word?) that Jesse keeps giving me books with characters that take pictures of people who do things I aspire to do, but that's how it is. The Ground Beneath her Feet (which he didn't really give me, but he definitely got me to read it, and provided the copy I used) is about a photographer who takes pictures of the other main characters, incredible Indian rock stars. I have a four track, now, by the way.
Mao II is about a photographer who travels the world to take pictures of writers (among other things, of course). It makes me wish I were a better photographer, it makes me wish I were a better rock star, it makes me wish I were a better writer. It feels like all this is some subtle kind of encouragement from Jesse, and I know he bought me that KFC, too.
And Andrew carried it. And as horrible as the idea of KFC seems now, it's the thought that counts. Happy 2 weeks through the six weeks of winter predicted by the groundhog. It's sixty degrees and NYC stole my blizzard. I need more indomethicin.
MUSIC: sorry about dresden: somewhere there's snow
This is the kind of pain that convinced me in Brno that my foot was broken. And as bad as it was there with trams and miles of cobbled street to walk, there is a substantial difference. There, I had a balcony and grand books and music right at hand. There I could prop up the offending foot, relax, and watch the sun move across the sky, drinking wine because I knew no better, using the inhalations brought by pain to drag on cigarettes and do further harm to my body.
Most importantly, then and there I had Jesse and Andrew. There I had others, Jess Michael and Richard and every one else. As bad as my foot hurts right now, it's not entirely unpleasant. It reminds me of KFC brought from the middle of town, carried back tramwise and cooling because standing made me want to cry. I remember wrapping my foot with toilet paper to keep the packing tape from sticking to my foot, making an ace bandage from whatever was handy, all so I could get my foot into a shoe and hobble into town for fourteen degree beer.
Lots of time on hand, among all this, to read.
I don't think it's adverdant (is that a word?) that Jesse keeps giving me books with characters that take pictures of people who do things I aspire to do, but that's how it is. The Ground Beneath her Feet (which he didn't really give me, but he definitely got me to read it, and provided the copy I used) is about a photographer who takes pictures of the other main characters, incredible Indian rock stars. I have a four track, now, by the way.
Mao II is about a photographer who travels the world to take pictures of writers (among other things, of course). It makes me wish I were a better photographer, it makes me wish I were a better rock star, it makes me wish I were a better writer. It feels like all this is some subtle kind of encouragement from Jesse, and I know he bought me that KFC, too.
And Andrew carried it. And as horrible as the idea of KFC seems now, it's the thought that counts. Happy 2 weeks through the six weeks of winter predicted by the groundhog. It's sixty degrees and NYC stole my blizzard. I need more indomethicin.
MUSIC: sorry about dresden: somewhere there's snow
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
"Untie me, I've said no vows...
...the train is getting way too loud;
I gotta leave here, my girl,
get on with my lonely life.
Just leave the ring on the rail
for the wheels to nullify.
Until this turn in my head
I let you stay and you paid no rent.
I spent twelve long months on the lam.
That's enough sitting on the fence
for the fear of breaking dams.
I find a fatal flaw
in the logic of love,
and go out of my head.
You love a sinking stone
that'll never elope,
So get used to the lonesome,
girl, you must atone some.
Don't leave me no phone number there
It took me all of a year
to put the poison pill to your ear,
but now I stand on honest ground...
on honest ground.
You want to fight for this love,
but honey you cannot wrestle a dove,
so baby it's clear.
You want to jump and dance,
but you sat on your hands,
And lost your only chance.
Go back to your hometown.
Get your feet on the ground,
and stop floating around.
I find a fatal flaw
in the logic of love,
and go out of my head.
You love a sinking stone
that'll never elope
so get used to the lonesome,
girl, you must atone some.
Don't leave me no phone number there.
-The Shins.
Happy Valentines Day.
I gotta leave here, my girl,
get on with my lonely life.
Just leave the ring on the rail
for the wheels to nullify.
Until this turn in my head
I let you stay and you paid no rent.
I spent twelve long months on the lam.
That's enough sitting on the fence
for the fear of breaking dams.
I find a fatal flaw
in the logic of love,
and go out of my head.
You love a sinking stone
that'll never elope,
So get used to the lonesome,
girl, you must atone some.
Don't leave me no phone number there
It took me all of a year
to put the poison pill to your ear,
but now I stand on honest ground...
on honest ground.
You want to fight for this love,
but honey you cannot wrestle a dove,
so baby it's clear.
You want to jump and dance,
but you sat on your hands,
And lost your only chance.
Go back to your hometown.
Get your feet on the ground,
and stop floating around.
I find a fatal flaw
in the logic of love,
and go out of my head.
You love a sinking stone
that'll never elope
so get used to the lonesome,
girl, you must atone some.
Don't leave me no phone number there.
-The Shins.
Happy Valentines Day.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
We don't negotiate...
...with terrorists. And by we I mean me and by terrorists I mean chain e-mails.
I think I'm cursed with something like 90 years of bad luck by now for not having forwarded any of the many, many chainletters I receive. I should also probably be dead, and will definitely not have my wish come true in my age minutes.
Andrew may recall that when he asked if he should make plans for a roadtrip when I told him I was graduating. Well, no roadtrip is necessary for the event itself, but post event it sure would be nice to share a bottle of red or five.
More to come on that front.
The College Foundation loan people, incidentally, think I graduated in December, and so expect three hundred bucks from me by wednesday. I called them and very politely informed them that I was, in fact, taking 18 hours this semester and have definitely not graduated. I'm not sure they buy it.
MUSIC: radiohead: the bends
I think I'm cursed with something like 90 years of bad luck by now for not having forwarded any of the many, many chainletters I receive. I should also probably be dead, and will definitely not have my wish come true in my age minutes.
Andrew may recall that when he asked if he should make plans for a roadtrip when I told him I was graduating. Well, no roadtrip is necessary for the event itself, but post event it sure would be nice to share a bottle of red or five.
More to come on that front.
The College Foundation loan people, incidentally, think I graduated in December, and so expect three hundred bucks from me by wednesday. I called them and very politely informed them that I was, in fact, taking 18 hours this semester and have definitely not graduated. I'm not sure they buy it.
MUSIC: radiohead: the bends
Monday, January 23, 2006
*GACG: You look like Brad Pitt in this picture.
Me: Bullshit!
GACG: (beat) I was lookin' at it sideways.
Me: That's better.
* indicates Guy At College Grocery
Substantially more flattering than Paul Giamatti.
MUSIC: the cure: jumping someone else's train
GACG: (beat) I was lookin' at it sideways.
Me: That's better.
* indicates Guy At College Grocery
Substantially more flattering than Paul Giamatti.
MUSIC: the cure: jumping someone else's train
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
pete on christmas
is he excited or incredibly sleepy? If I could photoshop I'd put his head on a goat's body or something. This guy knows what I'm talking about.
MUSIC: pavement: major leagues
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
"True, I'd give my right arm...
...to keep you safe from harm, and true, for you I'd move to Ecuador. And I'd keep my little farm, chop wood to keep you warm..."
The lyrics are magnetic fields because they are so rad... the picture is indicative of my desired state. Which is to say that sleep is mad elusive, yo.
But I'm not dead, and thanks to a package from Ben Cronin I got over the weekend and some prodding from other sources, I decided it's high time I let everyone know I live.
I'm in a screenwriting course at long last, and that brings me up to 18 hours this semester plus work for the monster bookstore that is barnes and noble.
"song for myla goldberg" by the decemberists is about Bee Season.
I got a four track for christmas.
I have a mix tape from Mr. Cronin and I have discovered I no longer own a tape deck. remedy is being sought.
Anansi Boys is not as good as American Gods.
The office on DVD is totally rad.
EDIT - go here
MUSIC: the magnetic fields: I don't really love you anymore
Monday, December 12, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
"The bottle is empty...
...the sleigh has a flat..."
That lovely sentiment comes from the christmasiest of sources, Tom Waits. I dare everyone to go listen to Tom Waits and Peter Murphy's lovely christmas duet, "christmas sucks." Between that and the Streets (which is Jesse's fault in a roundabout way), things are pretty upbeat.
I'm sure it's not hurting that situation that I'm essentially done with the semester. Papers out of the way, last real class meeting in an hour... And these last classes have dragged by. I spent most of my last biology class meeting of the semester assigning two-element periodic table symbol combinations as nick names to people. See the comments, I won't bog down the post with a long list.
Or any further writing.
MUSIC: the streets: blinded by the lights
That lovely sentiment comes from the christmasiest of sources, Tom Waits. I dare everyone to go listen to Tom Waits and Peter Murphy's lovely christmas duet, "christmas sucks." Between that and the Streets (which is Jesse's fault in a roundabout way), things are pretty upbeat.
I'm sure it's not hurting that situation that I'm essentially done with the semester. Papers out of the way, last real class meeting in an hour... And these last classes have dragged by. I spent most of my last biology class meeting of the semester assigning two-element periodic table symbol combinations as nick names to people. See the comments, I won't bog down the post with a long list.
Or any further writing.
MUSIC: the streets: blinded by the lights
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
...can't.... resist....
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Monday, December 05, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
"...and I can't sing christmas songs...
...or decorate a christmas tree or leave water out for rudolph 'cause there's something wrong with me..."
Tis the season, as made evidence by the ten foot christmas tree that fell on my dad and by the muppet christmas carol. But before christmas, as my good friend Jesse seems brutally aware of, we must finish the semester. That means, for me at least, a final speech, this one persuasive and knocked out tonight (actual sample slide:
SO, WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT CANCER?
(thought you'd like that) After that there's a critique and portfolio and a paper and some exams. Some have it easier than others, and by that I mean that I've got frightfully little, really, to do.
Thanksgiving was a triumph of gluttony.
Sunday night, Geoffrey's last Asheville-hurrah involved mariachis. Pete and I failed to defeat two Eastern European ladies in pool, despite the fact that their actual skill was hampered by the crappiest cues the world has ever seen.
Afterwards Pete gave me all his sangria while we agreed that the "Marley and Marley" song in Muppet Christmas Carol may be the pinnacle of human achievment.
Malcolm took me to the wafflehouse this weekend, too. Being broke is acceptable when you have friends that want to see you fed and drunk.
MUSIC: jacob and robert marley: marley and marley
Tis the season, as made evidence by the ten foot christmas tree that fell on my dad and by the muppet christmas carol. But before christmas, as my good friend Jesse seems brutally aware of, we must finish the semester. That means, for me at least, a final speech, this one persuasive and knocked out tonight (actual sample slide:
SO, WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT CANCER?
(thought you'd like that) After that there's a critique and portfolio and a paper and some exams. Some have it easier than others, and by that I mean that I've got frightfully little, really, to do.
Thanksgiving was a triumph of gluttony.
Sunday night, Geoffrey's last Asheville-hurrah involved mariachis. Pete and I failed to defeat two Eastern European ladies in pool, despite the fact that their actual skill was hampered by the crappiest cues the world has ever seen.
Afterwards Pete gave me all his sangria while we agreed that the "Marley and Marley" song in Muppet Christmas Carol may be the pinnacle of human achievment.
Malcolm took me to the wafflehouse this weekend, too. Being broke is acceptable when you have friends that want to see you fed and drunk.
MUSIC: jacob and robert marley: marley and marley
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
"Parents: If you encounter teenagers who say they liked this movie...
...do not let them date your children."
Mr. Roger Ebert said this at the conclusion of his review of Resident Evil: Apocolypse. And yet, there is a third Resident Evil film in the works. It's almost finished. It'll be out by valentine's day.
The year is ending, and great movies will be coming out soon. In the rush that always happens at the end of the year, all the oscar contenders will be coming out, and to keep myself on an even keel, perhaps, I've been looking at all the awful things about to happen to a screen near you.
Paul W.S. Anderson. Not Paul Thomas Anderson, not Wes Anderson, but Paul W.S. Anderson has announced two movies, one of which, I'm not kidding, is called Deathrace 3000. Hollow Man 2 is also in the works. This time Christian Slater will be an invisible man with nothing better to do than molest women. No word on invisible penis presence. And we already know about Saw 2.
You remember how Ben Affleck kept chugging along, putting out nightmare after ungodly nightmare last year? Well... there are three Affleck pictures in the works, but I'm personally hoping they're not all abysmal. Phantoms.
Plus, there's a Tom Arnold movie around the bend for Christmas. Oh, and as these things seem to come in threes, three Kevin Costner pictures are on the way. Watch out! In a related story, three Jennifer Lopez movies as well.
Bittersweetly, though there will be yet another Fast and the Furious, there has been no activity on the part of Rob Cohen since Stealth. Perhaps he learned his lesson.
And watch out for this guy... the only reason he doesn't get a mention by name is that he hasn't done enough that I've seen for me to hate him. yet.
So as you walk in to watch your Harry Potters and your Goodnight and Goodlucks and your Ice Harvests and your Squid and the Whales in the coming months, remember that just around the corner is another videogame film gone awry (not kidding: DOA).
MUSIC: tori amos: lovesong (cure cover)
Mr. Roger Ebert said this at the conclusion of his review of Resident Evil: Apocolypse. And yet, there is a third Resident Evil film in the works. It's almost finished. It'll be out by valentine's day.
The year is ending, and great movies will be coming out soon. In the rush that always happens at the end of the year, all the oscar contenders will be coming out, and to keep myself on an even keel, perhaps, I've been looking at all the awful things about to happen to a screen near you.
Paul W.S. Anderson. Not Paul Thomas Anderson, not Wes Anderson, but Paul W.S. Anderson has announced two movies, one of which, I'm not kidding, is called Deathrace 3000. Hollow Man 2 is also in the works. This time Christian Slater will be an invisible man with nothing better to do than molest women. No word on invisible penis presence. And we already know about Saw 2.
You remember how Ben Affleck kept chugging along, putting out nightmare after ungodly nightmare last year? Well... there are three Affleck pictures in the works, but I'm personally hoping they're not all abysmal. Phantoms.
Plus, there's a Tom Arnold movie around the bend for Christmas. Oh, and as these things seem to come in threes, three Kevin Costner pictures are on the way. Watch out! In a related story, three Jennifer Lopez movies as well.
Bittersweetly, though there will be yet another Fast and the Furious, there has been no activity on the part of Rob Cohen since Stealth. Perhaps he learned his lesson.
And watch out for this guy... the only reason he doesn't get a mention by name is that he hasn't done enough that I've seen for me to hate him. yet.
So as you walk in to watch your Harry Potters and your Goodnight and Goodlucks and your Ice Harvests and your Squid and the Whales in the coming months, remember that just around the corner is another videogame film gone awry (not kidding: DOA).
MUSIC: tori amos: lovesong (cure cover)
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
"Teacher thinks that I sound funny...
...but she likes the way you sing..."
No offense to Taylor, but I don't think that picture was getting anyone to look at Flickr. This one will draw in fans from all over the world, eager to see more of the crazy adventures of Andrew and Jesse.
What will those characters get up to this time?
MUSIC: guided by voices: strawdogs
No offense to Taylor, but I don't think that picture was getting anyone to look at Flickr. This one will draw in fans from all over the world, eager to see more of the crazy adventures of Andrew and Jesse.
What will those characters get up to this time?
MUSIC: guided by voices: strawdogs
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
HALLOWEEN!
Now that I've got your attention, go check out more of europe pictures at Flickr. I make no apologies for Taylor.
MUSIC: bush: letting the cable sleep
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
"...the color of fire..."
"...I look at the trees grow older..."It just got below freezing and I want it to keep it up. The wind and leaves and me getting to wear my trenchcoat and not sweat. I want it to snow.
Lately the smiles have come from seeing 8 by 12 prints of Brno. I'm running out of paper.
For Halloween I will be the Man With No Name. Black Jeans and Cigarillos ahoy.
I depressed myself this weekend writing pages and pages of my saddest screenplay. Seasonally, shouldn't I be working on the zombie movie?
Print of the day: Forest of Andrew Ghost Twins (working title)
MUSIC: clinic: the majestic
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
"The streets aren't for dreaming now..."
"...Good night to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame-keepers, and goodnight Matilda too..."I can't get "Waltzing Matilda" by Tom Waits out of my head.
I'm giving a speech on Survival Czech (i.e. how to order beer and tell people you don't speak Czech) in a few weeks. The only reason why I mention it is that I just got out of my absurdly simple, once-weekly public speaking class.
Someone tell me not to sleep so much.
MUSIC: tom waits: waltzing matilda
Monday, October 17, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
"...I write music for soundtracks now..."
Flickr has a limit, and it resets with the calendar month. Guess what, it's barely October, and I used it all up. I could only put 9 of the 50-something pictures I scanned in this weekend up. It was hard to narrow them down. Maybe I'll sneak a few up on the blog while I wait for november. I also have some pictures from this weekend which will not be seeing the light of day any time very soon.
But go look at the crazy contraption I made Jesse and Andrew get into! There's a lot of those pictures.
Also, Kasia, Michael, and Richard are waiting until november to get posted. Plus, there's more of Traci, Jess, Prague, and Olomouc waiting to get the "I got photographed by Jef and am posted on his website" club.
It's a good club.
MUSIC: guided by voices: ex-supermodel
But go look at the crazy contraption I made Jesse and Andrew get into! There's a lot of those pictures.
Also, Kasia, Michael, and Richard are waiting until november to get posted. Plus, there's more of Traci, Jess, Prague, and Olomouc waiting to get the "I got photographed by Jef and am posted on his website" club.
It's a good club.
MUSIC: guided by voices: ex-supermodel
Holy God, Don't ever live in a dorm!
For the love of god, this thing is walking around the doors of the bathroom stalls! That's a lovely welcome back to the dorm, I can tell you!
So anyway, the rest of europe will be up within twenty-four hours. Also, fall break approacheth. Dig.
MUSIC: polaris: hey sandy (laura marie's fault)
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
With all that black and white... We were getting a little too classy here
With all that black and white... We were getting a little too classy here
Originally uploaded by Vocal Shrapnel.
This weekend was Jake's 25th and Pete's been in a state. Check his site for all the sweaty details.
Posting all these pictures makes me feel entirely justified in not writing much of anything.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have an acute gout attack to get back to.
MUSIC: simples minds: don't you (forget about me)
PS. be careful with your right limbs, they're suffering this week all 'round.
Monday, October 03, 2005
"...nobody's calling, the scenery's whistlin'..."
...and I know that somewhere there's snow..."
For some reason I titled all of these pictures as more or less relevant song lyrics.
Incidentally, there will be no prize for identifying the song, but I will be impressed.
MUSIC: architecture in helsinki: tiny paintings
For some reason I titled all of these pictures as more or less relevant song lyrics.
Incidentally, there will be no prize for identifying the song, but I will be impressed.
MUSIC: architecture in helsinki: tiny paintings
"I swear your eyes moved..."
the first wave of the czech invasion is here! More would be here if it weren't nearly five a.m. already. Keep your eyes on the prize, gang, because I've got a lot more from Pete's negative scanner this weekend, and there's always another weekend.
Pictures from this weekend and something more thoughtful wordwise will be appearing.
MUSIC: the iceboxers: photograph of you
Pictures from this weekend and something more thoughtful wordwise will be appearing.
MUSIC: the iceboxers: photograph of you
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
"The men were here to get your Belgian things...
...they'll store them for you in an airplane hanger. There's guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots, they've come to keep your pretty things from danger..."
Fiber paper has to rinse for half an hour before you let it dry. The system here involves an intricate plastic tank with small, clear plastic vertical holds, like a mapchest on its back. The effect is, after hours in the dark room, printing, testing, breathing deep chemicals that ought not be breathed, singing alone along to Oingo Boingo, glorious. Sitting, reading Gould's Book of Fish (thanks Pete) with Andrew, Jesse, Jess, Glen, and the snows of Brno staring out of plastic and water at me... It's a good nostalgia.
There will be pictures on Flickr pretty swiftly. Carla got printed, and I find that I only print the good times. It's not even purposeful... as a kinda-photographer, it would be a waste of time to make prints of pictures that aren't that good, and the ones that are good enough are days in parks and nights out and that first snow fall and my days in Prague with Traci. The wave of mutilation and the self-portaits of depressed me in the dark bathroom at five a.m.
just aren't worth printing, purely aesthetically.
Weird how that works out.
MUSIC: the mountain goats: your Belgian things
Fiber paper has to rinse for half an hour before you let it dry. The system here involves an intricate plastic tank with small, clear plastic vertical holds, like a mapchest on its back. The effect is, after hours in the dark room, printing, testing, breathing deep chemicals that ought not be breathed, singing alone along to Oingo Boingo, glorious. Sitting, reading Gould's Book of Fish (thanks Pete) with Andrew, Jesse, Jess, Glen, and the snows of Brno staring out of plastic and water at me... It's a good nostalgia.
There will be pictures on Flickr pretty swiftly. Carla got printed, and I find that I only print the good times. It's not even purposeful... as a kinda-photographer, it would be a waste of time to make prints of pictures that aren't that good, and the ones that are good enough are days in parks and nights out and that first snow fall and my days in Prague with Traci. The wave of mutilation and the self-portaits of depressed me in the dark bathroom at five a.m.
just aren't worth printing, purely aesthetically.
Weird how that works out.
MUSIC: the mountain goats: your Belgian things
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
"I've got a fever...
...and the only perscription is Agnes."
Cats and Kittens, welcome aboard your latest member. Also, note the presence of Kelsey, Jameykay, Pete, Malcolm, and another Jess. This place is getting crowded.
MUSIC: the unband: geez Louise
Cats and Kittens, welcome aboard your latest member. Also, note the presence of Kelsey, Jameykay, Pete, Malcolm, and another Jess. This place is getting crowded.
MUSIC: the unband: geez Louise
Monday, September 19, 2005
"rational self interest"
Today in microeconomics I started planning a mix cd. Now I've completed it. A lot of this is a joke, but it totally rocks.
1. Elvis Costello - Welcome to the Working Week
2. Pedro the Lion - Moving Units
3. Bloc Party - Price of Gas
4. Bush - Come Down (acoustic)
5. BT - Never Gonna Come Back Down
6. Liz Phair - Money (that's what I want)
7. Beulah - Sunken Treasure
8. Elliott Smith - A Distorted Reality is now Necessary to be Free
9. Deathcab for Cutie - Champagne from a Paper Cup
10. Mates of State - Halves and have-nots
11. Eels - World of Shit
12. Cap'n Jazz - Hey Ma, I hafta Choke on These?
13. Guided by Voices - I am Produced
14. Radiohead - Fitter, Happier...
15. Desaparecidos - $$$$$
16. Fugazi - Cashout
17. Regina Spektor - Poor Little Rich Boy
18. Cursive - Art is Hard
19. Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealin'
20. Pedro the Lion - Simple Economics
21. Crooked Fingers - New Drink for the Old Drunk
22. Les Savy Fav - Yawn, Yawn, Yawn
23. Ben Folds Five - The Battle of Who Could Care Less
24. John Altman - Suicide is Painless
So enjoy.
PS. Do not follow the link from Andrew's Comment on my last post.
1. Elvis Costello - Welcome to the Working Week
2. Pedro the Lion - Moving Units
3. Bloc Party - Price of Gas
4. Bush - Come Down (acoustic)
5. BT - Never Gonna Come Back Down
6. Liz Phair - Money (that's what I want)
7. Beulah - Sunken Treasure
8. Elliott Smith - A Distorted Reality is now Necessary to be Free
9. Deathcab for Cutie - Champagne from a Paper Cup
10. Mates of State - Halves and have-nots
11. Eels - World of Shit
12. Cap'n Jazz - Hey Ma, I hafta Choke on These?
13. Guided by Voices - I am Produced
14. Radiohead - Fitter, Happier...
15. Desaparecidos - $$$$$
16. Fugazi - Cashout
17. Regina Spektor - Poor Little Rich Boy
18. Cursive - Art is Hard
19. Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealin'
20. Pedro the Lion - Simple Economics
21. Crooked Fingers - New Drink for the Old Drunk
22. Les Savy Fav - Yawn, Yawn, Yawn
23. Ben Folds Five - The Battle of Who Could Care Less
24. John Altman - Suicide is Painless
So enjoy.
PS. Do not follow the link from Andrew's Comment on my last post.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
"...well it's sticks and stones and broken homes...
...that taught us how to smile..."
Today marks the first anniversary of my arrival in Brno. I came in on a bus with a year's worth of luggage and no idea where I was going or what I was doing. The indian summer of the Czech Republic laughed at me as I hauled my sweaty ass all over town, dragging bulging duffle bags over cobblestones, aimlessly. When I found someone who spoke english I would ask where Masaryk was and they would either get confused or laugh.
But I got through that, and now it's been a year since I was that kid. I'm goutier.
People ask me if I had a good time in europe and I have to pause and give them a long, level look. I might glance down at the scar on my hand or look at my feet or just close my eyes for a second. "Good time?" I had a time. And I think it's safe to say I'm in a better place now than I was then. Not literally, Brno kicks the shit out of Cullowhee.
But when I arrived I'm not sure I felt confident in naming a friend I had in the world. Certainly if I defined friend pretty loosely, I could have come up with a few... but I'm past that now. I'm hardened from the battle that was Europe (for some reason, but it was a battle) and I feel almost frustratingly capable. And almost overwhelmingly loved.
Everyone, you know who you are. Thanks.
It's been a year.
"This is an adventure." -Steve Zissou
MUSIC: the bens: just pretend
Today marks the first anniversary of my arrival in Brno. I came in on a bus with a year's worth of luggage and no idea where I was going or what I was doing. The indian summer of the Czech Republic laughed at me as I hauled my sweaty ass all over town, dragging bulging duffle bags over cobblestones, aimlessly. When I found someone who spoke english I would ask where Masaryk was and they would either get confused or laugh.
But I got through that, and now it's been a year since I was that kid. I'm goutier.
People ask me if I had a good time in europe and I have to pause and give them a long, level look. I might glance down at the scar on my hand or look at my feet or just close my eyes for a second. "Good time?" I had a time. And I think it's safe to say I'm in a better place now than I was then. Not literally, Brno kicks the shit out of Cullowhee.
But when I arrived I'm not sure I felt confident in naming a friend I had in the world. Certainly if I defined friend pretty loosely, I could have come up with a few... but I'm past that now. I'm hardened from the battle that was Europe (for some reason, but it was a battle) and I feel almost frustratingly capable. And almost overwhelmingly loved.
Everyone, you know who you are. Thanks.
It's been a year.
"This is an adventure." -Steve Zissou
MUSIC: the bens: just pretend
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Smoke up, Johnny!
Posting this has nothing to do with today... Well, maybe a little.
There are a lot of things I'd rather be doing right now, and this picture represents several of them.
No, not Malcolm, you sick freak. Though hanging out with Malcolm would be one of those things.
Mostly, though, I just couldn't take looking at my sunken-eyes self anymore.
so now I can look at something else when I swing by to check for comments.
MUSIC: yo la tengo: cherry chapstick
There are a lot of things I'd rather be doing right now, and this picture represents several of them.
No, not Malcolm, you sick freak. Though hanging out with Malcolm would be one of those things.
Mostly, though, I just couldn't take looking at my sunken-eyes self anymore.
so now I can look at something else when I swing by to check for comments.
MUSIC: yo la tengo: cherry chapstick
Monday, September 12, 2005
let me make it abundantly clear...
...that I chose to display this picture entirely for the sake of the American Gods reference.
"We're going to San Francisco... the flowers in your hair are optional."
Look at my weekend at Flickr. I dare you.
MUSIC: ram jam: black betty
"We're going to San Francisco... the flowers in your hair are optional."
Look at my weekend at Flickr. I dare you.
MUSIC: ram jam: black betty
"I live in a wheel...
...where everyone steals, but when we rise it's like strawberry fields..."
God love bush, but those lyrics are, to put it gently, ludicrous.
And I did some sneaking and found some MySpace for some more asheville cats, so they're linked now whether they like it or not.
Pictures from the weekend are brewing.
MUSIC: casiotone for the painfully alone: tonight was a disaster
God love bush, but those lyrics are, to put it gently, ludicrous.
And I did some sneaking and found some MySpace for some more asheville cats, so they're linked now whether they like it or not.
Pictures from the weekend are brewing.
MUSIC: casiotone for the painfully alone: tonight was a disaster
Monday, September 05, 2005
"...I know I won't be leaving here...
...with you..."
So here's the poor documentation of the A-ville party on Saturday night.
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