the felt arrangement of ten to the ninth times three
again i hit the first crescent moon of the month. almost missed it really, i think it was actually the result of some self-hypnotism, but it's cool, i've got something going here.
watched love actually because i felt like seeing to a cute fun movie where i could look at hugh grant's ass. and it was a great 125 minutes. before that on wednesday, i got to see the village. m night shyamalan never fails me, so yes i liked it very much, though the theme of isolation was obvious even before i got into the theater. his secrets this time around were less of a shock, but no less intriguing. and the cast, the cast was an assortment of my favorite actors, and even if the village didn't change my life, to see michael pitt's enormous and ever pouting and damp red lips in fire light was worth my five bucks.
same can be said about girl with a pearl earring which i saw last saturday while my dad tried to stay awake. it was a rare celebration of sesuality and subtle obscenity, and scarlet johannsen's pinker lips are nearly as rivetting as pitt's.
and i finished island. it made me so sad to see it all end, to live through this novel, to have the paradise build itself inside your head so vividly and precisely, and watch it destroyed in two pages by..........Progess, Values, Oil and True Spirituality. an ending that was coming, but it's still upset me greatly. a moment after putting it down, i calmed myself- it's just a book after all, that island never existed, nobody died, don't get so worked up about it. and then in another moment i knew that it wasn't just a book, that the people who would destroy a home of actual freedom (but not the right kind of freedom) with Progress or at least by banning it from bookshelves are a part of this world, and are in fact at the top of the food chain. there isn't really a way out of it, but i like reading. i have to remember to go to amsterdam.
that reminds me. i watched pulp fiction last night. it actually didn't seem like all it was cracked up to be to me. it was good it was funny, expertly tarantino. but it was just cool.
and after hassling and bullying and hour long sitdowns/ rant sessions, it seems that sergio and amy's wedding is off. i had to laugh, really. i love my cousin dearly (he apparently got dumped, you see), but marriage suddenly strikes me as such a silly thing. and if amy really broke it off over an e-mail (oh yeah, it was over e-mail), just because she can't handle a couple of latinos for in-laws, to hell with her.
watched love actually because i felt like seeing to a cute fun movie where i could look at hugh grant's ass. and it was a great 125 minutes. before that on wednesday, i got to see the village. m night shyamalan never fails me, so yes i liked it very much, though the theme of isolation was obvious even before i got into the theater. his secrets this time around were less of a shock, but no less intriguing. and the cast, the cast was an assortment of my favorite actors, and even if the village didn't change my life, to see michael pitt's enormous and ever pouting and damp red lips in fire light was worth my five bucks.
same can be said about girl with a pearl earring which i saw last saturday while my dad tried to stay awake. it was a rare celebration of sesuality and subtle obscenity, and scarlet johannsen's pinker lips are nearly as rivetting as pitt's.
and i finished island. it made me so sad to see it all end, to live through this novel, to have the paradise build itself inside your head so vividly and precisely, and watch it destroyed in two pages by..........Progess, Values, Oil and True Spirituality. an ending that was coming, but it's still upset me greatly. a moment after putting it down, i calmed myself- it's just a book after all, that island never existed, nobody died, don't get so worked up about it. and then in another moment i knew that it wasn't just a book, that the people who would destroy a home of actual freedom (but not the right kind of freedom) with Progress or at least by banning it from bookshelves are a part of this world, and are in fact at the top of the food chain. there isn't really a way out of it, but i like reading. i have to remember to go to amsterdam.
that reminds me. i watched pulp fiction last night. it actually didn't seem like all it was cracked up to be to me. it was good it was funny, expertly tarantino. but it was just cool.
and after hassling and bullying and hour long sitdowns/ rant sessions, it seems that sergio and amy's wedding is off. i had to laugh, really. i love my cousin dearly (he apparently got dumped, you see), but marriage suddenly strikes me as such a silly thing. and if amy really broke it off over an e-mail (oh yeah, it was over e-mail), just because she can't handle a couple of latinos for in-laws, to hell with her.