Friday mp3

Friday, 30 August 2002

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 mélange 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

Thursday, 29 August 2002

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

Wednesday, 28 August 2002

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.

Permanent Leftovers

Monday, 26 August 2002

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

Friday, 23 August 2002

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

Thursday, 22 August 2002

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.