Thursday, 29 August 2002

The Killers

i am a chicken with my head cut off. this will continue till mid december. grad schools, resumés, job interviews, work, web design, practice, homework, papers, tests, quizzes. it makes one fairly pant just reading it. i need to practice bilocating or go clone myself over at the bio building. with that done i could then spare enough energy to direct my army of mutant squirrels in their quest to control the world nut market. i also need to begin writing our section ‘news’letter as i did two years ago. nothing i quite like so much as making fun of everything and everyone in my hallway using horrible vulgarity and insult and getting away with it as a semi-legitimate form of media.

here is an old one from two years ago. rather horribly vulgar.

Film Noir Screening: The Killers by Robert Siodmak (1946). The first two scenes are based on a short story by Ernest Hemingway, but the convoluted tale that follows is a rather good example of early noir. Burt Lancaster is an insurance claim investigator whose canniness is uncanny. His investigation unfolds the story through a series of flashbacks reminiscent of Citizen Kane. The femme fatale is played by Ava Gardner, and when she is around there are bodies everywhere. of course, she pays the price in the end. Some of the plot mechanisms were contrived, and the scripting could have been done much better, but overall it was a decent noir flik.

Wednesday, 28 August 2002

Senior Year Day 2

Intermediate Film Production: is not a class about filmmaking, but instead about stress management, so sayeth my prof Bill Donaruma. I believe him, he runs it like a Hollywood production, but since we have significantly less funding and less experienced people than Hollywood it must necessarily be more difficult.

Film Noir: will be interesting at the screenings because i like noir. however the class itself doesn’t offer much interest to me, i’m taking it because i need another 400 level film class.

after a summer of too few girls on campus, my head is almost spinning because there is always a new cute girl to look at. too bad the yo-cream will get them all too soon.

the webcam is now up. click on my mug to get to it.

Tuesday, 27 August 2002


Fundamentals of Archaeology: This class is going to be easy. Two tests, two quizzes and thats all. Professor Schurr is a character, but I already knew that. What I didn’t know is that he is a Super Tolkien Nerd like myself. Bonus!

Cinema Ideologies: Taught by my FEMINIST, socialist, jewish, buddhist film prof Jill Godmilow. Learning how industrial cinema makes us think it solves problems of race, gender, and class through its films when it merely reinforces hegemony. it will be good.

Fencing Gym: an epe? fencer that left due to academic reasons is now back, threatening my eligibility to travel. all i can do is work harder.

Cinema Ideologies Film Screening: Tod Browning’s Freaks.

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
you asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was,
Todd Browning streak he was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee,
I’m sure you’re not protected, for its plain to see
Diamond Dogs are poachers, and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
mannequins with kill appeal

David Bowie, Diamond Dogs

an interesting film by all accounts, produced by MGM but it was a very shoddy film in many of its conventions and exploitative to the extreme. also full of melodrama. several points of subtle effect were evident as well especially in a way that portrayed the circus performers in a curiously dichotomous way. although they appeared in a position of power, their very physical presence made it laughable. this says something very important about the way we see physical eccentricity.

Monday, 26 August 2002

Permanent Leftovers

as the klaxon did its thing, the bed erupted into a flurry of fur and feathers. i emerged into the blaring half morning from the confused ball and stumbled over to the off switch. in the following silence i examined myself to ensure that all my parts were intact and that my head was screwed on correctly. a feather floated oh so quietly to the floor. later, i had an ounce or so of metal removed from my head and then traded pieces of paper with numbers on them for other pieces of paper with different numbers on them. life was good until i hit the dining hall. permanent leftovers.

Friday, 23 August 2002

Cream Soda

Reason number 64 why Connersville sucks. It is a whiskey town. I stopped at 3 liquor stores in search of my alcohol of choice: Stolichnaya vodka. none of them had it. Absolut is the “high quality” vodka. however, if you can think of an obscure brand of whiskey they had it, in all its varieties. literally 75% of one store’s stock of hard alcohol was whiskey. I found a lonely bottle of Captain Morgan’s with which to make cream sodas.

Cream Soda recipe:

1 part spiced rum

3 parts sprite

its damn sweet for an alcoholic beverage but damn good too.

I got my new spectacles today. they are totally rimless and totally awesome. I’m pretty sure they are made from Rearden Metal, even though they call it Flexon. the only unfinished business i have now is packing.

and i still want my Stoli.

Thursday, 22 August 2002

End of Summer

the summer is over. it was a good summer. i read very much. Its a tossup as to whether Walden or A Clockwork Orange was my favorite read. Pretty different books, eh? I wasn’t quite as active as I wished to be, but I got 6 more fencing lessons than I expected. I watched Lawrence of Arabia yesterday. I wish they still made movies like they did back in the day. I also watched Gosford Park today. It was alright, but nothing compared to Lawrence.

i leave for school on Saturday. I’m almost totally packed and ready to bust out. Connersville is boring boring boring. Especially when all your friends are already back at school. stupid ND starts and ends a week after everyone else. I’ve already started reading some of the books for my classes. Yes, that is incredibly nerdy, but its not so much to get ahead as the fact that the books are pretty damn interesting. right now i’m starting reel to real: race, sex, and class at the movies by bell hooks. it is pretty damn interesting so far.