oh there was something I wanted to add. something clever.
crap.
perhaps that was it? memory...Bergson offers up the perpetual ever-present present. it flashes before us and is gone. the image/sense/feeling evaporates and enters our mind, settling into the trough of our brain. Deleuze refers to them as sheets. Sheets of memory that are present and dissipate. I like the imagery. I can feel each moment emanating from me in waves as time passes. The very in-capturability of time. I remember my first experiences with video. I would let the camera run, capturing everything. Time passed without notice. ah, but watching the tape play back! that was the key. Then you felt every second tick by. Time was very present. Nothing happened. it was simply Time with a capital "T"
By the way, if you ever have a chance to see a film titled "Je T'aime, Je T'aime" by Resnais go and see it. It has never been released on video and is rarely screened in this country. pretty amazing.
read about it on IMDB and go see it.
that is all.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
That Deleuze is a kick in the pants
my day, what a day. early rising to meet K at the T. we walk and talk and run into C whom K had never met. Interesting. I watched two very different spheres of my life collide and it was okay. chatted a moment and moved on. Today was the day that the second years gave their thesis presentations to the department and anyone who wanted to kill a day in a classroom filled with free food. I only had the time to watch one and a half before I headed to a meeting. ugh!
meetings! If I had known that I would be spending many waking hours at meetings upon grad school I am not sure I would have accepted.
But it was all good. I am to design a video installation as part of a performance by one of my professors. He was actually rated as one of the "best of the new" creators in Boston by the Globe. see here:
http://www.boston.com/news/globe/magazine/articles/2005/03/13/best_of_the_new_ideas?pg=full
from there I headed to H. Sq. and the film class that is currently the source of all my brain strain.
I would complain but there I am sitting in the home of the James clan, right off of the Yard discussing philosophy and life seems good. I spend some time before class sitting in the Yard, reading, drinking coffee and thinking about how far I have traveled in the past ten years. If someone had told me that I would be at here back then, I would have identified that person as one of my crack addled roommates. I have the same feelings occasionally when I am wandering the halls of the school I actually attend. I look around at the innocent geeks and wonder how the hell I got here?
weird.
and so the first rule I established about my blog has gone out the window. I am sitting here at 1:30 in the morning, drinking beers to cure my insomnia and add drivel to this page.
I take some satisfaction in watching Two Towers on HBO.
when am I going to find the time to rewatch this film? why at 1 in the morning thats when!
good night Gracie.
meetings! If I had known that I would be spending many waking hours at meetings upon grad school I am not sure I would have accepted.
But it was all good. I am to design a video installation as part of a performance by one of my professors. He was actually rated as one of the "best of the new" creators in Boston by the Globe. see here:
http://www.boston.com/news/globe/magazine/articles/2005/03/13/best_of_the_new_ideas?pg=full
from there I headed to H. Sq. and the film class that is currently the source of all my brain strain.
I would complain but there I am sitting in the home of the James clan, right off of the Yard discussing philosophy and life seems good. I spend some time before class sitting in the Yard, reading, drinking coffee and thinking about how far I have traveled in the past ten years. If someone had told me that I would be at here back then, I would have identified that person as one of my crack addled roommates. I have the same feelings occasionally when I am wandering the halls of the school I actually attend. I look around at the innocent geeks and wonder how the hell I got here?
weird.
and so the first rule I established about my blog has gone out the window. I am sitting here at 1:30 in the morning, drinking beers to cure my insomnia and add drivel to this page.
I take some satisfaction in watching Two Towers on HBO.
when am I going to find the time to rewatch this film? why at 1 in the morning thats when!
good night Gracie.
Monday, April 18, 2005
In the beginning
and society said, "let there be blog" and lo there was blog. It begins.
I have resisted for many months. People around me have started harrassing me about my "lack". I started one on another site. lost interest and moved on. The question is, how to make it interesting without creating a site for pure, unadulterated misanthropic behaviour? The key would seem to be to only blog when I am sober! Well, we shall see how long I keep that rule up.
I have recently made more time in my life to dedicate to writing. As of yesterday I became newly unemployed thereby freeing up a significant amount of time. Yes, my time at the CCF has come to an end. I simply neglected to show up at the appointed time and moved on with my life. Am I sad? Will I miss the sheer joy of waiting on the simpler folk of Cambridge? The personal interaction that comes with bringing people food and drink? perhaps... but then I think of the irrepresible Paul Lynde and what he had to say about serving people, "it sucks! people are jerks!" and I feel better about my decision.
I can now focus on the finer things in life. Like my thesis proposal which is due in two weeks! I have no clue what I am going to spend the next year writing about. Seriously, what am I going to write about?
It will come to me. I need to spend some time in the library soaking in the vibes of knowledge contained.
A quick note to those out there: the libraries at my school are extremely lame. There are very few power outlets for those of us with laptops and almost no comfy chairs! When in need of some serious library comfort I head down Mass Ave to the other college with the really fancy library. Now they know how to buy furniture that makes reading fun!
It really is the simple things in life that make it worth living.
I have resisted for many months. People around me have started harrassing me about my "lack". I started one on another site. lost interest and moved on. The question is, how to make it interesting without creating a site for pure, unadulterated misanthropic behaviour? The key would seem to be to only blog when I am sober! Well, we shall see how long I keep that rule up.
I have recently made more time in my life to dedicate to writing. As of yesterday I became newly unemployed thereby freeing up a significant amount of time. Yes, my time at the CCF has come to an end. I simply neglected to show up at the appointed time and moved on with my life. Am I sad? Will I miss the sheer joy of waiting on the simpler folk of Cambridge? The personal interaction that comes with bringing people food and drink? perhaps... but then I think of the irrepresible Paul Lynde and what he had to say about serving people, "it sucks! people are jerks!" and I feel better about my decision.
I can now focus on the finer things in life. Like my thesis proposal which is due in two weeks! I have no clue what I am going to spend the next year writing about. Seriously, what am I going to write about?
It will come to me. I need to spend some time in the library soaking in the vibes of knowledge contained.
A quick note to those out there: the libraries at my school are extremely lame. There are very few power outlets for those of us with laptops and almost no comfy chairs! When in need of some serious library comfort I head down Mass Ave to the other college with the really fancy library. Now they know how to buy furniture that makes reading fun!
It really is the simple things in life that make it worth living.
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