25.1.06

Totem Recall


I FINALLY got the chance to view A Very Long Engagement for my viewing pleasure. Somehow, I have the feeling Paco saw it 2 years ago as a special screening with Jeunet himself because somehow that's how he rolls. Anyway, it was superb. It seemed to me that it may be a bit more mainstream, which isn't necessarily bad with JPJ because Alien 4 was still pretty good even though it was in English and big and all that. And the Long Engagement was so much more than I had hoped for. JPJ's style definitely was present and is even maturing a bit I think. However, I don't mean mature like when an infant matures into toddler-hood and is more fun to play with. More like when a band like Ozma matures. Their sound may become a bit more complex and intelligent, but the earlier stuff will always be the best no matter what. Nothing JPJ ever does can top Delicatessen or City of Lost Children in my book.

All of this is to say that A Very Long Engagement was an incredibly beautiful and somber film that made me weep like I was back in seventh grade (that's right I cried a lot even as old as seventh grade, leave me alone). It was a totally brilliant dive into the human condition, the twisted ethics in the face of war and love, and all kinds of other great pictorial insight that JPJ can't stop dishing out and I can't stop consuming.

Speaking of crying, I was listening to Ben Folds yesterday (another guy whose incredible prowess at his craft is matched only by his ability to touch my life force) in the car yesterday and Gracie made me cry really hard and I don't even have a daughter. That's what is so magical about Ben Folds.

Speaking of Ben Folds, I heard that he was going to be on the show Love Monkey last night, so I sat through the whole thing for him to be on it for about 21 seconds. That was not awesome.

Oh well, that's the way life goes sometimes when you're representin.

20.1.06

DAROM


Before the semester starts, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my nephew Isaiah for standing up on his own for 10 seconds this morning. Huzah.

Here I am, in my broseph's house, waiting for the waiting hurt. Last night I finished the first volume of Samurai Champloo. That's right, I watch anime. Here is my confession. I love Ghost in the Shell, Samurai Champloo, and Cowboy Bebop (#1 forever). That's all though. No mas. So deal with it. I don't know how you think I'm gonna try to hear that.

But the best news of the year...PACO'S COMING HOME SOON. Of course, this doesn't mean anything to me initially. In fact, it means I have to miss out on tons of fun parties in Chi-town, H-town, and IU-town. There will be insane gravy with super-bros sans Ry-Ry and I'm probably going to pout for awhile. However, there are some possums that O-P will head up one mile to Denver (what-what) and talk about Afgy and Paky at a lot of places here in fulfillment of contractual obligations to the nation of South Korea. If such deals could come to pass, I would rejoice.

Speaking of rejoicing/mourning the Oz-man cameth last week and it was super-deluxe grande depot station. We kept it real for reals...Jeff-style. That's another hopeful possum. That 42 Euros will move here. So many hopes dreams, I need to read Moltmann while listening to Keane.

Don't fake it or you'll break it.

9.1.06

Logjammin


On Sunday morning we had communion as always at church and I noticed some great hilarity (perhaps communion is not the best time to make hilarious observations, but what am I supposed to do? Not observe. Although I have always had a difficult time observing things such as the milk in the fridge when it is right in front of me or my wallet when it is in my back pocket, but I have somewhat keenly developed my powers of observing human phenomena to a level that has unfortunately led me to cycnicism which I am trying to grow out of and shed like an old snake living by the riverside who doesn't have much left to live for except the occasional tired rat or bird egg that slowly wanders by that has even less to live for (although one may presume that an egg has plenty to live far as it hasn't really done much of any living yet) and allows the old snake to eat it thanks to its ambivalence to life and such growth pursuits seem to be effective).

When I was going to a Lutheran church and everybody had to come to the front for communion, everybody pretty much got the idea. First row people get up and form a line...when possible, second row people get up and join the back of the line, etc, ad infinitum, until everyone has taken part and been seated. The same is the case in the Catholic churches I have attended. People get it.

The hilarious thing is that at my current church and the church I was recently attending, nobody gets it. Everyone gets up all at once and mashes into a huge blob vaguely resembling a line like the church is going to run out of bread and wine (or grape juice as the case may be) before they can take part in the Sacrament. Why is this the case?

Because evangelicals don't seem to be accustomed to getting out of the ol' chair for some communion. This isn't scathing criticism, by the way, more of an observation that really amused me (and Urrka for that matter, so I'm not the only one). This is probably a thing you had to be there for, but Joe, imagine 150 people in folding chairs, suddenly mashed up into a big jam, and you may find some entertainment.

I AM SOOOOO THIRSTY.

5.1.06

Gorgeous George

IN ADDITION (to the post below, because things go from the top down with the top down in my top down), I need to send out some respect, because I realized my suggestions that T-Rev is my sole reader may be completely offensive to some of my important importants.

#1 - PACO - While changing the world by creating peace and learning 57 languages, he still sets aside expensive internet time to read my crap here and write stuff to me. I am very honored, and he does make it up to 3-5.

#2 - JJAY - I guess it's not really as much of an accomplishment, but what a buddy who teaches, learns, and reads my junk in the trunk.

#3 - JOEY L - I just found out he reads up and I got to hang out during Indiana time. Good times and great oldies

Much love to the Wraps and Raps (good raps Joe). Chant with me: BFF...BFF...BFF...BFF...BFF...BFF...
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Shire of Worchester


I haven't done said nothing in a while, so here it is. It was pretty fly to see some gang-time over the break. I saw me some good pals, although there were some gaping omissions. Dang. I just picked up Mr. Show Season 4 with my Best Buy gift card, so I am looking forward to some quality time with the television. That's a pretty sad statement. Oslo, I'm bout to get me hard drive, so I don't have to lose thesis work over the next number of times.

Speaking of times, I wish I had mo money so I could go snowboarding more. It's so dang expensive to go out here. And by dang I mean dang.

In oddission, I watched the Longhorns beat the Trojans last night and was happy for Andrew V, because he probably doesn't care that much about the horns. I guess that just goes to show that trombones trump condoms. Exciting

I was just thinking about Cris Craigo. Paco, JJay, and I sure had some good times with CC back in the day.

MEGAMAN