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