Thursday, June 29, 2006

Short and sweet

In one of my dreams last night I was holding a roll of carpet, peeling off huge chunks, and shoving it in my mouth as if it were a fruit roll-up.

When I fell back asleep

My goal in this dream was to get to summer camp, but I keep getting detoured. I went to visit Big Gray and Mame who had adopted a baby unbeknownst to me. Ms. Comrade was there too. I ran into another friend at an art house theatre/museum. The museum had an enlarged poster of the "classic foreign film" Vinegus. It looked like a massive Hieronymus Bosch painting. The length of the film was 0-45 min.
I have no idea what the movie is about, but I thought it was a pretty cool name to make up.

Monday, June 26, 2006

X-istential Crisis
I think this ranks in the top ten of my best dreams.

Ok. So, I'm in "the city" at some club watching an improv act. Some friends and I are about to go on a road trip. One of them has a blue face, spikes for earrings, and slicked back black hair. She convinces me that I should look "punk" like her. In other words, I should look like Kelsey Grammer in X-men (aka The Beast). So, I go get spikes in my ears and eat tablets that make my face turn blue. Rather than slicking back my hair, I get a page-boy haircut. It looks horrible. I return to the meeting place, walking cautiously the whole way there so that no one sees me. I'm in tears 'cause I can't believe I did this. I look at my friend and she's back to normal. I ask her why she isn't punk anymore. She says she realized that she looked stupid. Fortunately for her, the blue dye had worn off. I still had to deal with it for several days. So, I made up a quick lie and said I had to go home to get my purse. I walked in the house (in Auburn) looked to the left to find my stepfather on the computer. I was worried that I would have to explain what happened to me, but he looked worse. He was emaciated with saggy eyes, very pale skin, elongated arms, a humpback, and an enlarged head. In fact, I likened him to an alien. He was fine otherwise. I then ran to my room to take off the earrings. The blue had surprisingly disappeared from my face, but I still had to deal with the page-boy haircut.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Are you kidding me?

On a rare occassion I'll actually stay awake through a movie in its entirety. Typically, it'll be a crap movie such as Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead. Tonight/this morning, however, was an exception. I watched Billy Wilder's The Lost Weekend. I can't believe that I had never heard of it until several weeks ago. TCM was celebrating Wilder's b'day and I just happened to catch this. Wow. I haven't felt that tense through a movie in a while. Although, I was surprised that the ending wasn't darker.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

I had a dream that I took my dog to see the Dada Exhibit at the MOMA. He was very well behaved...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The More I Think About it the More Surreal It Gets
I went to see M. Kozelek last night in Gainesville. It was the most painfully awkward show not only because of the ridiculous "jokes" from the audience, but also b/c of Mr. K's mood.
One of my pet peeves is people talking during quiet performances. Mr. Kozelek obviously felt the same way. He began by sarcastically, but calmly, suggesting that the audience pay attention to his "genius" guitar playing. They didn't shut up. Then an obnoxious girl in the front laughed loudly, while everyone else was silent. M.K. stopped playing. This is how the conversation followed (not word for word, but close):
M.K.: "What's funny?"
Girl inexplicably said: "Your guitar."
M.K.: "What's funny about my guitar? Do you know what kind of this guitar is? It's the kind of guitar that you are going to be wearing around your neck. It's the kind of guitar that's going to be smashed on your head.... I'm going throw down!"

Ha ha (awkward laughter here)

Despite this he continued to play. Then, some idiots had stand by the side of the stage and continued to talk. That was it. Many expletives were said by M.K. He wouldn't even finish the song before walking off.

So, apparently he hates Florida and this just seeled the nail in the coffin. He only played about 7 songs, and, sadly, they were mainly Modest Mouse covers.
I don't how to feel. I mad at the audience, b/c I'm so tired of going to shows where people talk louder than the music--it's so disrespectful. However, FL isn't the only state that does this and for him to just walk out is equally frustrating. We talked to him briefly afterwards, and he was very apologetic. Even so, I didn't expect him to react so strongly.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

An open letter to the members of the Minutemen Project

Listen all you whiteys, I can barely stomach your ethnocentrism when you think you are being subversive, but caravanning around America calling people to arms to "protect America from the immigrants" is where I draw the line.

I'm glad you have the time to ramble around the country spouting your intolerance while immigrants all over America work the jobs that you refuse to do.

Call your grandparents and ask them what they would have done if a posse of Native Americans positioned themselves at Ellis Island and refused to let them come in.

Ridiculous? Exactly.

While we're on the topic...
I've never been one to dream about or discuss the car I'm going to buy, but one day this will be mine.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

"The Orthopedic Shoe of Cars"

I decided this afternoon that I wouldn't drive one of those Scion boxes if someone gave it to me for free.

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