how low low low low low she'll go
Along my shoulder blades there is, what I thought was, a bone with a knot pressing against it. No, rather, it is not a bone at all, and just a knot. I do not believe that that is Very Good at all. Regular yoga and swimming are not helping as I thought they would, and the knots just seem to be getting worse. Sad achey-hurt.
There is a reasonably good chance Someone Very Exciting will be one of the guests at the Dark Carnival. I can't/won't announce who, until we get him booked. But it makes me almost horror movie geekgirl fangirlish.
This past weekend I realized and recognized that there is a lot that people in Bloomington do not know about me. Which is to say, a good many of them do not know much at all. I recognize my fault in this, my belief of their disinterest, and it makes me rather sad, to say the least.
Secretly, I think my mind has anxiety about turning 24 and the things that will accompany it in the upcoming year. I keep having dreams about getting married, having babies (and occasionally abortions), and that sort of nonsense. Logically, I know that there is no reason to be anxious about turning 24, but I realized that now I move from "early 20s" to "mid-20s" and what sort of social connotations that has. Luckily, I know I don't have a family that will say things like, "When are you going to settle down and have kids?" as I'm certain they all believe I never will.
Last night I watched Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus (directed by Secretary's Steven Shainberg). I hadn't quite realized it was a love song sort of ode to the photographer and found myself disappointed in that regard. The film focuses on this magical realism relationship that awakens Arbus and sets her on her photographic path, while trying to explain her fascination with photographing the social "oddities" that she later does. On a purely sexual and lusty level, I was disappointed that Robert Downey Jr. was covered in fur 95% of the film and that I only got to enjoy him for the last 15 minutes (but at least he was all flesh shownin' then). The film was clever in the use of fur and its relationship to Arbus' life and the ways that it would self-mock how people still mispronounce Arbus' name. Many times, I felt like I was watching Secretary again, just because of the similarities in scenes (such as the erm... "Baptismal/Rebirth" endings); none of the reviews I looked over noticed those though. They shared the same lush set design though, which makes me happy. I have to wonder why Shainberg likes to direct films on sexual deviancies.
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There is a reasonably good chance Someone Very Exciting will be one of the guests at the Dark Carnival. I can't/won't announce who, until we get him booked. But it makes me almost horror movie geekgirl fangirlish.
This past weekend I realized and recognized that there is a lot that people in Bloomington do not know about me. Which is to say, a good many of them do not know much at all. I recognize my fault in this, my belief of their disinterest, and it makes me rather sad, to say the least.
Secretly, I think my mind has anxiety about turning 24 and the things that will accompany it in the upcoming year. I keep having dreams about getting married, having babies (and occasionally abortions), and that sort of nonsense. Logically, I know that there is no reason to be anxious about turning 24, but I realized that now I move from "early 20s" to "mid-20s" and what sort of social connotations that has. Luckily, I know I don't have a family that will say things like, "When are you going to settle down and have kids?" as I'm certain they all believe I never will.
Last night I watched Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus (directed by Secretary's Steven Shainberg). I hadn't quite realized it was a love song sort of ode to the photographer and found myself disappointed in that regard. The film focuses on this magical realism relationship that awakens Arbus and sets her on her photographic path, while trying to explain her fascination with photographing the social "oddities" that she later does. On a purely sexual and lusty level, I was disappointed that Robert Downey Jr. was covered in fur 95% of the film and that I only got to enjoy him for the last 15 minutes (but at least he was all flesh shownin' then). The film was clever in the use of fur and its relationship to Arbus' life and the ways that it would self-mock how people still mispronounce Arbus' name. Many times, I felt like I was watching Secretary again, just because of the similarities in scenes (such as the erm... "Baptismal/Rebirth" endings); none of the reviews I looked over noticed those though. They shared the same lush set design though, which makes me happy. I have to wonder why Shainberg likes to direct films on sexual deviancies.
oooh,shiny. The new XJournal client allows me to add tags right there! Yay! No more editing!