Friday mp3

last week­end was fresh­man ori­en­ta­tion. this week­end is fresh­man dis­ori­en­ta­tion. *evil laugh* they’ll be ok, i’ll watch out for ‘em.

i’m going to try some­thing new for Fri­days. I guess it needs a name so I’ll call it the Fri­day mp3. Every Fri­day, for a 24 hour peri­od or there­abouts i’ll put up an mp3 for down­load­age and talk about it a lit­tle bit as well.

This week’s choice is The Dark is Ris­ing by Mer­cury Rev. I first heard of them on Last Call with Car­son Daly from David Bowie. They are hard to clas­si­fy in a spe­cif­ic genre oth­er than indie, but the wail­ing lyrics and melange of styles give it an inter­est­ing alien­at­ed fla­vor that is a wel­come escape from the ‘my ‘rents suck cuz no one under­stands why i like being a fuck­up’ nu-met­al bands. Oth­er good songs include: Night and Fog, God­dess on a High­way, and Spi­ders and Flies.

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.

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.

Freaks

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.

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.

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.

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.