Friday, January 06, 2006
I watched Elizabethtown yesterday and Broken Flowers today. All alone. I get very aware of people talking during the movie and it kills me. Sometimes movies are meant to be watched with a lot of people making noise but sometimes it's meant to be seen completely selfishly alone so that you can soak up every tiny darn thing that the people who made the movie spent months perfecting. Elizabethtown was sort of alive and flawed but great that way. The movie today was strange and the pink parts are what I like. I like the bit where the cab is taking him away from the airport and he turns back to look at this guy he thinks might be his son and he just fades away into the dark as the taxi drives off. It's like saying bye to strangers you never talked to. I can't stand Bill Murray's upper lip moustache dots. They're like...beaver whiskers or something. After that I went to get something to eat and I walked into a bread shop and saw cranberry muffins. I bought it because of the pink. It was the second best muffin i ever ate.
At the busstop there was a strange couple. I mean not the usual good looking teenage gelled hair boy and whiny girl (a duplicate of that boarded the bus before this couple arrived). Anyway they were on the verge of holding hands I think. It was all tense. The guy's fingers were inches away from the girl's. And then she stood closer and the back of his fingers brushed a little against her butt and then he clamped his fingers onto his pants (not her butt) tightly. I was sitting right behind them as they stood so i saw everything. Eventually i missed the moment but they held hands in the end. And this other guy, looking all intimidating at first with black curly hair under a cap with a skull on it or something. Except...NOT, because he had an umbrella tucked into his bag's side pocket (no boy who wants to look intimidating would do this), wore socks with velcro sandals and started trying to bend down and touch his toes. A lean old man wore high leather shoes and looked at the sky. Like some sort of universal traveller.
I forgot to mention that my highly inspiring drum teacher also told me that there's not much point in wanting to be a percussionist because you don't earn much and fame means nothing. I didn't even mention anything about fame and money. He sure is encouraging.
I think I was meant to eat that cranberry muffin, I'm meant to be alone for this period of time, my sister is meant for me to redeem myself somehow, and I'm meant to be having some of the dreams that I've been having. Last night part of it was me walking down a lit concrete building's underground passageway with a lot of people in a straight line and looking at these sixties pictures and posters lined all over the walls with music coming over the speakers wherever they were. It was just so relaxing. It's all meant to be. And the end of all this meant to bes, what you perceive as what all this leads to, is like how the song beyond the sea goes 'I know without a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon' And if you think all this leads to romantic love then don't press pause and let it go on 'We'll meet, I know we'll meet, beyond the shore....'
moled at 1/06/2006 05:58:00 AM
Thursday, January 05, 2006
They just met this morning, everybody!!!!!
I went for my first drum lesson today. It was 30 minutes long. The cranky nice old man spent 15 minutes talking. And he basically begun by telling me that once you see the world, you will find that it is nothing much. I nodded my head and smiled and made a few comments. And I told him I don't like bonds because it's restraining and he said, why? you want to be free as a bird ah? I said yes and he said 'you are a very funny girl' and i said why and he said 'i don't know you very well but....aiyah just play this rhythm'
The boys are going for ns tomorrow. Sunil says: 'send ur condolences if i dun come out k..or my face in the straights times'.
Nothing has become of my grand plans years and months ago to always get a job I love. I am becoming one of those people in stories who don't know what they're doing and don't know what they're doing. But that's only half the time. The other half there are moments of clarity and i am happy like tonight because i know what to film a documentary on. It's for fun. FOR FUN. Everything should be for fun.
Life is finding yourself fizzling away into the day and night
moled at 1/05/2006 07:07:00 AM
Monday, January 02, 2006
Life is a dream
http://www.flickr.com/photos/16059411@N00/sets/1738900/ This whole photo editing thing is fascinating. One of the rat race rich men's bet: 'First, we get naked. Then, we....we put on sailor caps. Th..then, we get into a tub full of peptobismol. Then, I..I clean your toes while you shh..shave my..my buttocks. How much will that cost?' The end of rat race is my favourite ever movie ending. Why does the house glow differently today when school has begun and everyone has gone to work, but in such a familiar old childhood way?
moled at 1/02/2006 11:59:00 PM
can you guess what the animals are? (besides the fairy baby who whispered about 20 times 'I want doll' and changed her mind and admired herself in the mirror endlessly)
Life is the warm yellow pee flowing down a scared child's legs
moled at 1/02/2006 06:29:00 PM
Sunday, January 01, 2006
not that i bought it.
Life is the vitamin c tablet that fizzles on your tongue every morning
moled at 1/01/2006 06:57:00 PM