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Suddenly, silently, I'm posting to my LiveJournal again. And it's very likely that this will last for an extremely brief time, and then I'll either become too busy, stop caring, or a delightful combination of both.
Anyway, um... God, let's see. I know there's a reason I decided I wanted to resume writing in this thing. But now I can't really think of anything interesting or amusing to say. Guess it's time for randomness with images I stole off the internet, then:
Edwin Will Go to the U.S. Premiere of S.P.L.
S.P.L. is a modern-day gangster drama with kung fu from Hong Kong that I've been going increasingly apeshit with anticipation about over the past several months, because apparently not only is it a well-made film, the fight scenes are absolutely amazing. You can read some reviews from people who have seen the movie here. Anyway, it's finally getting its U.S. premiere at the AFI Film Festival in Hollywood on November 10th, and needless to say I bought a ticket and cannot fucking wait.
...I'm also probably gonna get a ticket to Sarah Silverman's Jesus is Magic, which just happens to be showing right afterwards, since why drive for 45 minutes to Hollywood for one movie when you could go for two?
Edwin Enjoys His Job to a Fair Degree
For those who didn't know, I work part-time at a restauraunt called "Rolling Rice". Rolling Rice is a semi-fast-food Japanese restaurant, the kind where you either order to go or get a number, sit down, and minutes later your food gets brought to your table. It's actually a pretty laid-back sort of job... Especially compared to working at the Bayview Center Subway of Port Angeles, which I'm more convinced then ever will end up being the worst job I've ever had. The cultural diversity of the place is off the hook, too, because the Rolling Rice staff is as follows:
Owners - Korean (husband and wife)
Sushi Chef - Korean (speaks virtually no english)
Kitchen Staff - Mexican (3 speak english, 1 doesn't)
Wait Staff - Two Americans, One Japanese
As you can see, there is actually one Japanese woman who works at the place, which technically puts Rolling Rice ahead of, like, 98% of the local Japanese restaurants 'round these parts in terms of ethnic authenticity. Anyway, it's a non-demanding 7-dollars-an-hour-plus-tips sort of job, and while I wish I got more than just a 50% discount on meals, I've got it worked out where "extra chicken" (1.99 + tax) and "extra rice" (no charge) comes out to 1.07 for a decent-sized meal.
I'm so thrifty.
Edwin Likes Going to Shows, Even if He's Almost Always Going Alone
Those fellows right there are the Dirty Three, a drums-guitar-violin post-rock group from the Land Down Under, and they kicked my goddamned ass at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood last Thursday. Even more than the National and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah at the Troubadour the week before, or the New Pornographers and Destroyer at the Fonda the week before that.
Actually, no, I take that back. New Pornographers + Destroyer was better. But only because Dirty Three has the inherent flaw of being an instrumental group, and therefore not sing along-able. All the hardcore Aussie violin rock in the world can't top screaming the "Where've all sensations gone?" part of "Letter From an Occupant" with Neko Case.
Edwin Also Wants To...
A) See Wallace and Gromit tomorrow, finally.
B) Watch more David Cronenberg movies. eXistenZ was so good!... Although Naked Lunch left me confused and kind of depressed. I should really have read the book first.
C) Stress the fact that the new Why? album is really swell.
D) ...and so is the new Deerhoof.
E) Go to the Architecture in Helsinki, Iron and Wine + Calexico, and the Hold Steady + Constantine shows in Hollywood and L.A.... BUT THEY'RE ALL THIS WEEK. That's a lot of money, especially if I buy T-shirts. And I usually buy t-shirts. Thank god I'm a loser with no girlfriend and a very meager social life, thus allowing me to spend exorbant amounts of money on my own personal pleasure.
F) Read up for my Film Genre Studies class on monday, watch the second half of No Direction Home, and go to sleep.
Anyway, um... God, let's see. I know there's a reason I decided I wanted to resume writing in this thing. But now I can't really think of anything interesting or amusing to say. Guess it's time for randomness with images I stole off the internet, then:
Edwin Will Go to the U.S. Premiere of S.P.L.
S.P.L. is a modern-day gangster drama with kung fu from Hong Kong that I've been going increasingly apeshit with anticipation about over the past several months, because apparently not only is it a well-made film, the fight scenes are absolutely amazing. You can read some reviews from people who have seen the movie here. Anyway, it's finally getting its U.S. premiere at the AFI Film Festival in Hollywood on November 10th, and needless to say I bought a ticket and cannot fucking wait.
...I'm also probably gonna get a ticket to Sarah Silverman's Jesus is Magic, which just happens to be showing right afterwards, since why drive for 45 minutes to Hollywood for one movie when you could go for two?
Edwin Enjoys His Job to a Fair Degree
For those who didn't know, I work part-time at a restauraunt called "Rolling Rice". Rolling Rice is a semi-fast-food Japanese restaurant, the kind where you either order to go or get a number, sit down, and minutes later your food gets brought to your table. It's actually a pretty laid-back sort of job... Especially compared to working at the Bayview Center Subway of Port Angeles, which I'm more convinced then ever will end up being the worst job I've ever had. The cultural diversity of the place is off the hook, too, because the Rolling Rice staff is as follows:
Owners - Korean (husband and wife)
Sushi Chef - Korean (speaks virtually no english)
Kitchen Staff - Mexican (3 speak english, 1 doesn't)
Wait Staff - Two Americans, One Japanese
As you can see, there is actually one Japanese woman who works at the place, which technically puts Rolling Rice ahead of, like, 98% of the local Japanese restaurants 'round these parts in terms of ethnic authenticity. Anyway, it's a non-demanding 7-dollars-an-hour-plus-tips sort of job, and while I wish I got more than just a 50% discount on meals, I've got it worked out where "extra chicken" (1.99 + tax) and "extra rice" (no charge) comes out to 1.07 for a decent-sized meal.
I'm so thrifty.
Edwin Likes Going to Shows, Even if He's Almost Always Going Alone
Those fellows right there are the Dirty Three, a drums-guitar-violin post-rock group from the Land Down Under, and they kicked my goddamned ass at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood last Thursday. Even more than the National and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah at the Troubadour the week before, or the New Pornographers and Destroyer at the Fonda the week before that.
Actually, no, I take that back. New Pornographers + Destroyer was better. But only because Dirty Three has the inherent flaw of being an instrumental group, and therefore not sing along-able. All the hardcore Aussie violin rock in the world can't top screaming the "Where've all sensations gone?" part of "Letter From an Occupant" with Neko Case.
Edwin Also Wants To...
A) See Wallace and Gromit tomorrow, finally.
B) Watch more David Cronenberg movies. eXistenZ was so good!... Although Naked Lunch left me confused and kind of depressed. I should really have read the book first.
C) Stress the fact that the new Why? album is really swell.
D) ...and so is the new Deerhoof.
E) Go to the Architecture in Helsinki, Iron and Wine + Calexico, and the Hold Steady + Constantine shows in Hollywood and L.A.... BUT THEY'RE ALL THIS WEEK. That's a lot of money, especially if I buy T-shirts. And I usually buy t-shirts. Thank god I'm a loser with no girlfriend and a very meager social life, thus allowing me to spend exorbant amounts of money on my own personal pleasure.
F) Read up for my Film Genre Studies class on monday, watch the second half of No Direction Home, and go to sleep.