oh em gee

OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!

i work with the aesthetic of a brain medic

My last delivery today was to a man named Zion Taekwondo. I shit you not.

Here at the northern world things are otherwise summery - I've been working the day shift out on the weather frontlines, fighting off rays of ultraviolet and microwave radiation with every dermal defense I've got left. Meanwhile, apparently in collegetown sunlight is a queue to get as naked as publicly acceptable (or, ya know, more so), except for the elderly, who seem to wear additional sweaters just out of spite. The caffeine fast has finally come to that point where I don't even crave it anymore, much less go into convulsions on the coffee aisle at Haggen. Good times, good times.

The weird thing about Zion Taekwondo was his heart scar. Vertical, right at his sternum. Possible android?

Current Music: Edan, Beauty and the Beat

not even christmas (especially not that)

H. & I were down in Seattle last weekend, visiting her father, and we popped into the U bookstore, and... surprise. Noam Chomsky, Rockstar Professor, is speaking on campus the 20th (to-freakin-morrow). Tickets were already sold out, though the sign mentioned a standby line. Ah well, as the Elder Tursky pointed out, Noam will probably be making his rounds on the celebrity lecturer circuit many more times... before his untimely death next week. *sigh*

Current Music: a springtimey Belle & Sebastian shuffle

We've been here for a long time and we'll be here till we die

I woke up this morning to the sound of lawn mowing outside my window; it brought me back to summers at larkspur, when our neighbor would mow his lawn at 8 or 9 am. For some reason it struck me especially strongly, the distance between that point in time and this one, and not just temporally or spatially, but personally. (Maybe it was that I'm on a caffeine fast and the middle-times between awake & sleeping are extra tenacious). In the last year there has been radical change all around, and I found myself just sitting in the comfy chair by myself for half an hour [pre-breakfast!], staring out at the pine trees, letting it sink in. Percolate, if you will. Mmm. Coffee. Yeah I think it is related to caffeine - caffeine speeds up your heart and makes you tense so the minutes fly by, so you're kinda constantly stirred out of the present moment. And when you don't take the time to just sit around and think about it all, your unconscious lets things build up and build up. You gotta watch for that.

Current Music: A Silver Mt Zion, He has left us alone but shafts of light sometimes grace the corners of our rooms

i wanna i wanna i wanna...

Is somebody writing a movie script? Somebody better be writing a movie script. I wanna do a movie.

see you, space samurai

OK, so maybe it was spyware or something... my comp is back to normal, thank smeg. Otherwise things have been pretty normal around here, Hava's taking a literary criticism class, so I've been wolfing down her textbooks with [apparently irritating] veracity. I don't know why I dig that stuff so much - taking apart popular media to find/imbue meaning. Let's see, what else... B & I watched the first 2 discs of Samurai Champloo, and shucks howdy, is it AWEsome. Yoko Kanno's absence isn't even conspicuous after the first couple episodes, and you soon get used to the idea of hip-hop overlaying a samurai story (which I thought would be hard for me, sick as I am of hip-hop from being surrounded for years by the suburban white-boy hip-hop culture).

My other whole-hearted recommendation is Sin City, which we all saw last sunday - for the love of God go see it right now! While I can't say I've read the comic books (quote graphic novels unquote), I was a big fan of Frank Miller just from the Dark Knight Returns comic, and I think Robert Rodriguez's decision to give Miller enough creative influence to warrant co-director credits is the wisest ever made in a comic-to-movie adaptation. It makes X-Men look like just another action movie [judgement reserved on X2]. Most comics people I know who see this movie bring up hopes of aWatchmen adaptation... I dunno, I suppose it deserves it, but I think the reason Sin City succeeds so well is the high compatibility of cinema with Frank Miller's comic book style, which borrows liberally from film noir. Alan Moore can write a truly great story, but any movie adaptation will necessarily not feel like the comic. And that's my 2 cents on the issue.

Ahem. Okay, so anyway, that's what's in my brain lately. Time to go find more comic books [Vimanarama!].

Current Music: Ottmar Liebert, Leaning Into the Night

dammit otto

::sigh::

buh-oh...

just a note: I think one of my hard drives may be failing, so if I disappear for a while, that'll be why.

Also: Dane gets a lappy 486 this weekend! Yaaaaaaaaay.

Current Music: Mahavishnu Orchestra, Inner Mounting Flame
(while my computer still works...)