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.

Trigger for Happiness

Saturday, 13 July 2002

wish I could write like this:

Enough searching to know
that we’ve lost ourselves
in our slot machines, shotguns, and stripmalls
baby your technology
so slick and functional
and me without my nuclear arsenal
And if I could kill without guilt or sin
there’d soon be a few less record executives
and if I could kill and recieve forgiveness
there’d sure as hell be one less president

there’s got to be a pill for forgiveness
there’s got to be a trigger for happiness
Automatic sensory remote control
weather sattelites manipulate your soul
efficiently without a modicum of grace
I want to go out with a smile on my face

Machines of Loving Grace, Trigger for Happiness

Soft Collision

Tuesday, 9 April 2002

i don’t want to write anything today. so here are some song lyrics. what do they make you think about or feel like or what do you think they mean? actually just say anything about them that you want, i’m interested.

Soft now- the lips that dragged me down
Soft now- until I hit the ground
The night is soft
The light is soft
And i don’t want to wear this off- tonight
Sleep alone- seems to me
The virus bleeds

Soft now- she played her love scenes well soft now-
Should have sensed the sulphur smell
Soften the blow
Finger to tongue tongue to finger
Honey smear
Finger to tongue tongue to finger
Soften the blow

Machines of Loving Grace, The Soft Collision