A post, but not an update.
Lots of stuff happened. I'm not going to summarize.
The saddest movie I've ever seen is this Indian movie called Pather Pancali. I saw it in my Film 106C class as a freshman and I totally cried right in class. It's not really sad in a conventional sense, basically the whole thing is a bildungsroman about a little boy and his family, but there's like, one part, that just kills. So in the story, there's this like, old woman who's a distant relative of the family, who stays with them. She gets into a lot of fights with the mom, but she's basically this kind of lighthearted, independent character who gets along with the daughter, and it's like, all a happy fun time, until the old woman and the mom get into more fights, and eventually the mom kicks her out of the house. Later, the daughter is skipping in the forest, and bam, old woman is dead because she fell down and died alone. Fucking sad. Just thinking about it makes me upset. That's all.
I think I'm going to become a professor, if only just to be the world's foremost ________ scholar. That and to escape a life of office work. I just need to find some obscure literary thing to be really interested in. Or something.
Kick ass songs I've discovered again because I put my ipod on shuffle yesterday:
1. "No Children" by the Mountain Goats. Most virulent song I've ever heard. And strangely... sweet, in a way.
2. "Title Track" by Death Cab for Cutie. Remember them? Such a pretty song.
3. "The New" by Interpol. Too bad their last album kinda sucked.
4. "Holland, 1945" by the Neutral Milk Hotel. I wish I wrote 3/4ths as good as Jeff Magnum.
All so good. Really.
I think I've forgotten what it's like lately to be intensely into something. I have no attention span. I finish books more out of obligation than anything else, and watch too much tv. Sometimes I can't even listen to the whole song of a song I enjoy. I get impatient too easily. I feel victim some mode of modernity that no one has named yet. That sentence was really pretentious. The thing is, I have no focus at all. I wish I could find myself devoted to something, but not be too creepy or lame about it.
Saw the Shins on Sunday. Even though it felt kind of cliche, in that, oh I love indie rock and Garden State kind of way, they were still so good it didn't matter. And they do a great Pink Floyd cover of "Breathe."
I'm at work, trying not to gorge myself on kit kat bars I brought for my writing class.
Okay. That's it.
The saddest movie I've ever seen is this Indian movie called Pather Pancali. I saw it in my Film 106C class as a freshman and I totally cried right in class. It's not really sad in a conventional sense, basically the whole thing is a bildungsroman about a little boy and his family, but there's like, one part, that just kills. So in the story, there's this like, old woman who's a distant relative of the family, who stays with them. She gets into a lot of fights with the mom, but she's basically this kind of lighthearted, independent character who gets along with the daughter, and it's like, all a happy fun time, until the old woman and the mom get into more fights, and eventually the mom kicks her out of the house. Later, the daughter is skipping in the forest, and bam, old woman is dead because she fell down and died alone. Fucking sad. Just thinking about it makes me upset. That's all.
I think I'm going to become a professor, if only just to be the world's foremost ________ scholar. That and to escape a life of office work. I just need to find some obscure literary thing to be really interested in. Or something.
Kick ass songs I've discovered again because I put my ipod on shuffle yesterday:
1. "No Children" by the Mountain Goats. Most virulent song I've ever heard. And strangely... sweet, in a way.
2. "Title Track" by Death Cab for Cutie. Remember them? Such a pretty song.
3. "The New" by Interpol. Too bad their last album kinda sucked.
4. "Holland, 1945" by the Neutral Milk Hotel. I wish I wrote 3/4ths as good as Jeff Magnum.
All so good. Really.
I think I've forgotten what it's like lately to be intensely into something. I have no attention span. I finish books more out of obligation than anything else, and watch too much tv. Sometimes I can't even listen to the whole song of a song I enjoy. I get impatient too easily. I feel victim some mode of modernity that no one has named yet. That sentence was really pretentious. The thing is, I have no focus at all. I wish I could find myself devoted to something, but not be too creepy or lame about it.
Saw the Shins on Sunday. Even though it felt kind of cliche, in that, oh I love indie rock and Garden State kind of way, they were still so good it didn't matter. And they do a great Pink Floyd cover of "Breathe."
I'm at work, trying not to gorge myself on kit kat bars I brought for my writing class.
Okay. That's it.