-- everything lasts forever until it doesn't.
Such is life I guess.
But right now, things are good. Meg and I are off to see Stereolab tomorrow night, it shalt be most coolen. Tonight now I guess. This time next week my (completed) hurrah! movie will be shown to a *general* public in the University theatre. I'm trying to imagine the beginning of this 'Battleship Potemkin' of student film, as we have decided this is, on screen. The music itself at that level should knock fillings loose in the theatre!
Monkey on my back. No matter how often you think about something, and no matter how much you and try and try and try to make everything at ease and Zen like in your mind, it doesn't work all day all the time. But the Zen is the key, use the force, and all that jazz. The force, indeed. A time comes for every young man when he must become a Jedi. Master of that invisible force, destiny, before them. Whoo. Talking too muchy. Typing too muchy perhaps.
Like a descending base line this may get ugly very quickly --
Used to be a time all I could think about was home. Now home is here. Home for me is wherever I am. I know that sounds stupid, but it does make sense. When we were re-adjusting our clocks to Auckland time ten months ago, the Auckland Central Backpackers Hostel was home. When we were in Sydney staying with the Calligans, that place was home too. Now my TINY shoe box of a room, coated in genuine movie posters and my corresponding Floyd and Human Traffic posters, most all of that will be gone. I do believe I will pass on the Human Traffic poster to Melissa, as I can see a true appreciation there. Those milky bars are definitely on me.
I find myself wondering about fashion back home (what the fuck is wrong with me?) Is Melbourne hip with the rest of the world (if anywhere was I'd think Melbourne)? Or am I gonna come home wearing all the wrong earth tones for the season? Do we even follow fashion by season in Canada really? I've never bothered with fashion before, if it looked good (or like a star fleet cadet outfit) it was pretty much okay. Christ I have jeans, that's weird enough for me, even now after having owned them all this time.
Why the fuck am I talking about clothes? Why the fuck aren't I talking about my movie or Decoder Ring or those who we do not speak of or like, maybe the fifth track on The Gospel According To St. Luke Chapter 10 (Jason Midros, props)? What is there to talk about? Everything lasts forever until it doesn't.
Life really does do the strangest things to you. Right at the moment you think it's going one way, somebody does something, and you're all like 'I never even knew these possibilities existed'. The strangest thing about life I think is that we share it with other people. Kinda like the same way a joke is never funny by yourself --
This whole ride is one hell of a joke though.
There are no mountains left to conquer here. That is the STRANGEST thing about this whole escapade out to another country. In the end, here, near the 'demise' as Nigel (eek!) has come to call it, I find that I have done everything I (*really*) wanted to do while I was out here. One of them was to make a movie. There are many others, some of which I won't name on an open forum as I enjoy my privacy, but the fact that right now I think about what I still want to do while I'm out here, aside from repeating a couple things there is nothing. When the time comes I will leave this place, fulfilled.
Nice one bruva
Good on yeh mayte.
Ever have one of those moments, where in previous entries you realize you used a beautifully appropriate quote, but as time goes on, you find another, better moment that more suits said quote, but you feel as if you were to go and use it again, it would become more catch-phrasey than meaningful? Or am I the only person who thinks things like this important? Just like I am the only person to think that it's pretentious to put up posters in your room of movies you haven't seen? (presented company accepted please!!! I fear being smited by trout!) I say this because I've got reams of excellent movie posters that I just can't bring myself to blue tack to my wall, because I stare at them and think 'wow, there's a movie I haven't seen' (that list is getting smaller all the time)
Anywho, about that quote:
LIFE'S AMAZING!!! IAAOOOOOOOOOO!!!
But right now, things are good. Meg and I are off to see Stereolab tomorrow night, it shalt be most coolen. Tonight now I guess. This time next week my (completed) hurrah! movie will be shown to a *general* public in the University theatre. I'm trying to imagine the beginning of this 'Battleship Potemkin' of student film, as we have decided this is, on screen. The music itself at that level should knock fillings loose in the theatre!
Monkey on my back. No matter how often you think about something, and no matter how much you and try and try and try to make everything at ease and Zen like in your mind, it doesn't work all day all the time. But the Zen is the key, use the force, and all that jazz. The force, indeed. A time comes for every young man when he must become a Jedi. Master of that invisible force, destiny, before them. Whoo. Talking too muchy. Typing too muchy perhaps.
Like a descending base line this may get ugly very quickly --
Used to be a time all I could think about was home. Now home is here. Home for me is wherever I am. I know that sounds stupid, but it does make sense. When we were re-adjusting our clocks to Auckland time ten months ago, the Auckland Central Backpackers Hostel was home. When we were in Sydney staying with the Calligans, that place was home too. Now my TINY shoe box of a room, coated in genuine movie posters and my corresponding Floyd and Human Traffic posters, most all of that will be gone. I do believe I will pass on the Human Traffic poster to Melissa, as I can see a true appreciation there. Those milky bars are definitely on me.
I find myself wondering about fashion back home (what the fuck is wrong with me?) Is Melbourne hip with the rest of the world (if anywhere was I'd think Melbourne)? Or am I gonna come home wearing all the wrong earth tones for the season? Do we even follow fashion by season in Canada really? I've never bothered with fashion before, if it looked good (or like a star fleet cadet outfit) it was pretty much okay. Christ I have jeans, that's weird enough for me, even now after having owned them all this time.
Why the fuck am I talking about clothes? Why the fuck aren't I talking about my movie or Decoder Ring or those who we do not speak of or like, maybe the fifth track on The Gospel According To St. Luke Chapter 10 (Jason Midros, props)? What is there to talk about? Everything lasts forever until it doesn't.
Life really does do the strangest things to you. Right at the moment you think it's going one way, somebody does something, and you're all like 'I never even knew these possibilities existed'. The strangest thing about life I think is that we share it with other people. Kinda like the same way a joke is never funny by yourself --
This whole ride is one hell of a joke though.
There are no mountains left to conquer here. That is the STRANGEST thing about this whole escapade out to another country. In the end, here, near the 'demise' as Nigel (eek!) has come to call it, I find that I have done everything I (*really*) wanted to do while I was out here. One of them was to make a movie. There are many others, some of which I won't name on an open forum as I enjoy my privacy, but the fact that right now I think about what I still want to do while I'm out here, aside from repeating a couple things there is nothing. When the time comes I will leave this place, fulfilled.
Nice one bruva
Good on yeh mayte.
Ever have one of those moments, where in previous entries you realize you used a beautifully appropriate quote, but as time goes on, you find another, better moment that more suits said quote, but you feel as if you were to go and use it again, it would become more catch-phrasey than meaningful? Or am I the only person who thinks things like this important? Just like I am the only person to think that it's pretentious to put up posters in your room of movies you haven't seen? (presented company accepted please!!! I fear being smited by trout!) I say this because I've got reams of excellent movie posters that I just can't bring myself to blue tack to my wall, because I stare at them and think 'wow, there's a movie I haven't seen' (that list is getting smaller all the time)
Anywho, about that quote:
LIFE'S AMAZING!!! IAAOOOOOOOOOO!!!