Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
[BLUE]
I've got the February blues among other shades. Some things to do if you are blue:
1. Watch Oprah Winfrey's Leadership Academy
2. Take a Walk
3. Take a Walk, Another One
4. Catch Bugs
5. Read Magazines
6. Stuff Squid
7. Face Masks
I've got the February blues among other shades. Some things to do if you are blue:
1. Watch Oprah Winfrey's Leadership Academy
2. Take a Walk
3. Take a Walk, Another One
4. Catch Bugs
5. Read Magazines
6. Stuff Squid
7. Face Masks
Friday, February 23, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
[XXX]
How to talk dirty in Esperanto. Stay tuned: my article on Esperanto's darker backstory coming soon in Nextbook.
How to talk dirty in Esperanto. Stay tuned: my article on Esperanto's darker backstory coming soon in Nextbook.
[ANIMAL]
I really hope you didn't miss this article. Five hundred hedgehogs sleeping on pastel-colored towels because they don't like to get up during daytime!
I really hope you didn't miss this article. Five hundred hedgehogs sleeping on pastel-colored towels because they don't like to get up during daytime!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
[TODAY]
Today is about:
Writing
Tootsie Rolls
Walks with a beautiful black dog
Reading about Britney's new look
A tall cup of coffee
Hypnosis
A drive back to the city
And did I mention writing? Also known as hitting-head-against-wall
Crossword Puzzle
A little teeth-whitening to chase the coffee
Today is about:
Writing
Tootsie Rolls
Walks with a beautiful black dog
Reading about Britney's new look
A tall cup of coffee
Hypnosis
A drive back to the city
And did I mention writing? Also known as hitting-head-against-wall
Crossword Puzzle
A little teeth-whitening to chase the coffee
Sunday, February 18, 2007
[CULTS]
The flurry of films about cults kept me busy in the late afternoons, back in the 1980s. First made in the 1970's, the grainy B-films ("SPLIT IMAGE") starred teenagers dressed in something like Indian clothing, who whirled and swooned around a landscape of assorted geodesic domes . The plots centered aroundthe tragic capture of these teens and their restoration to suburban "normality," once the two-parent unit of each innocent hired a deprogrammer to kidnap the child and stuff him/her into a large unmarked van. At this point, your sympathies were torn between the thrashing legs of your symbolic self (these movies were made for you, after all, the parallel child) and the parents who were mid-struggle in the toughest love they had ever administered. Even the parents in the film turned away from "you" when you finally crumpled into a zig-zag shape and surrendered , or continued to kick like a wu-li master against the moving van's walls.
As a sixteen-year-old, I watched these movies greedily. In fact, I wanted the kids to kick and scream and piss on themselves, to rebel but be sorry. We didn't get to pee on ourselves and scream in my suburb; the thrashing kids were my perverse heroes. I wanted them to escape the rigidity of home, but I also bought into the films' central conflict: what if they never come back? And what if escaping, as suggested by these films, is not really an enlightened state but a place that presupposes a hazy, brainwashed existence( the assumption being that you would never adopt new ideas, new friends, new values, new clothes, unless you were crazy and needed to be brought back)? [...]
The flurry of films about cults kept me busy in the late afternoons, back in the 1980s. First made in the 1970's, the grainy B-films ("SPLIT IMAGE") starred teenagers dressed in something like Indian clothing, who whirled and swooned around a landscape of assorted geodesic domes . The plots centered aroundthe tragic capture of these teens and their restoration to suburban "normality," once the two-parent unit of each innocent hired a deprogrammer to kidnap the child and stuff him/her into a large unmarked van. At this point, your sympathies were torn between the thrashing legs of your symbolic self (these movies were made for you, after all, the parallel child) and the parents who were mid-struggle in the toughest love they had ever administered. Even the parents in the film turned away from "you" when you finally crumpled into a zig-zag shape and surrendered , or continued to kick like a wu-li master against the moving van's walls.
As a sixteen-year-old, I watched these movies greedily. In fact, I wanted the kids to kick and scream and piss on themselves, to rebel but be sorry. We didn't get to pee on ourselves and scream in my suburb; the thrashing kids were my perverse heroes. I wanted them to escape the rigidity of home, but I also bought into the films' central conflict: what if they never come back? And what if escaping, as suggested by these films, is not really an enlightened state but a place that presupposes a hazy, brainwashed existence( the assumption being that you would never adopt new ideas, new friends, new values, new clothes, unless you were crazy and needed to be brought back)? [...]
Thursday, February 15, 2007
[SAW]
Do you know how much I want to learn to play the saw? I would like to learn the Dr. Zhivago theme song. Or I could stick to my piano repetoire. My sister feels nauseated when she hears me play (again) "Memories" from CATS or "Music Box Dancer" or the theme song from THE YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS.
Do you know how much I want to learn to play the saw? I would like to learn the Dr. Zhivago theme song. Or I could stick to my piano repetoire. My sister feels nauseated when she hears me play (again) "Memories" from CATS or "Music Box Dancer" or the theme song from THE YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
[DOC]
Anonymous Pulitzer-prize-winning photograph
Framing your Docs
Why am I obsessed with people's desks?
Anonymous Pulitzer-prize-winning photograph
Framing your Docs
Why am I obsessed with people's desks?
Monday, February 12, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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