ah, blogging at work. is there anything finer? So confession time. I was supposed to go to this meeting in RI. I got on the train, it was running really. late painfully late you might say. By the time I got to Providence I was about 45 minutes late and I needed a drink stat! K and I went for cocktails, moved on to dinner, more cocktails and needless to say, I did not attend the meeting. Thank god! no A/V and rambling people for 3+ hours. I don't think so! I called and told them my train was having issues and after sitting for some time on the tracks we were offloaded and I ended up taking the train back to Boston. Screw that meeting! I didn't want to go in the first place.
Anyway, some idiots left a bag sitting at South Station and now they have frozen all trains into SS and evacuated the place! Excitement she wrote! Those kookie terrorists have their sight set on SS and Boston. Numerous thoughts are running through my head at this moment, most of them in extreme bad taste.
It was not a fun train ride in this morning. I was ready to smack some people who had no idea how to navigate the T. Tourists can cram it!
rant for the day (cont)
my co-worker loves to listen to "lite" classic rock. I am currently being subjected to Uncle Kracker. since when is he classic? idiotic perhaps but certainly not my idea of classic rock! Normally my day is full of Journey, BTO, War etc which I can handle. Until the Strawberry Alarm Clock makes an appearance and then it is all over!
okay back to work...maybe
names
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
maintaining forward momentum
nice being here. Virtual space has come to be comforting. The real world has been far too intrusive lately. I am hitting the point where I feel like all I do is work, and not in a good way. Catering, PI, film festival. Its really getting to be a bit much. Maybe I am finally realising that I don't have to keep moving? Sometimes sitting still can be a good thing. Did I just say that? I must be getting old. I have started backing out of committments. I was supposed to help produce a radio show at school for the trans community. The host kept giving me a hard time because I had to miss meetings to work, so I proceded to back out and told her that I am sure there are plenty of other people who can take my place...see ya!
I am in the midst of three books. new Potter, the World is Flat, and the Diamond Age. One I can't put down, one I can't wait to finish and probably won't and the other i just don't know about.
thats all I got.
music of the moment: Doobie Bothers (insert weed related joke here)
names.
I am in the midst of three books. new Potter, the World is Flat, and the Diamond Age. One I can't put down, one I can't wait to finish and probably won't and the other i just don't know about.
thats all I got.
music of the moment: Doobie Bothers (insert weed related joke here)
names.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Been a long time since them days
ah, it has been ages. I can't even remember the last time I wrote here. That certainly means I should be focusing. Things have been hello crazy. I don't know how it happened but I find myself overbooked in the middle of summer! I have spent most weekends catering. when not catering I am sucked in to fix the apartment. Not that I mind that, I love my apartment. It looks sweet and I have the hyper anal nature of big C to thank for that. However, when I am working 6 days a week, it is not so fun!
Music of the moment: Iron Maiden: flight of icarus. momentary sidebar. I am 13, I am living in Guam, going to a Catholic school that happens to be in the middle of the jungle with chickens and pigs running around it (I kid you not) and I am am introduced to Maiden. truly transformative. It is any wonder that I have a sense of the surreal? MTV is kind enough to ruin this moment by following up with the Vinnie Vincent Invasion theme song to a Freddie Kruger film. Reminds me of my high school girlfriend...hello extremely gay moment! she was head of the girls basketball team!
anyway. I was asked to sign a confidentiality agreement at work today. It turns out that the only way I can get access to the database that I need, because I am covering for someone who quit!, is to sign this form. Whatever. I was wondering when it would happen. In my new position I am hearing way too much financial gossip. gotta write that shit down. In case you haven't guessed I have been moved from my rather tedious position to one that requires I pay attention!! fuckers!
On top of all this, the Rhode Island International FIlm Festival program is finally finished. I am sooo over that mother fucker.
this all brings me back to the fact that I am over booked! I finally emailed some people that I had agreed to help and said, "you know what, I don't think so!" fuck em, I am extremely over that shit! the summer is going to be over and my ass will have spent it schlepping for bitches! hell no.
god damn it! now they are playing fuckin Starship! Hey, I love Mannequin as much as anyone. Meshach Taylor represents the gay man in all of us but seriously. Someone had to stop them from playing music.
okay, this is over. my night is ruined. to bed and Harry Potter!
keep quiet you sickos!
names
Music of the moment: Iron Maiden: flight of icarus. momentary sidebar. I am 13, I am living in Guam, going to a Catholic school that happens to be in the middle of the jungle with chickens and pigs running around it (I kid you not) and I am am introduced to Maiden. truly transformative. It is any wonder that I have a sense of the surreal? MTV is kind enough to ruin this moment by following up with the Vinnie Vincent Invasion theme song to a Freddie Kruger film. Reminds me of my high school girlfriend...hello extremely gay moment! she was head of the girls basketball team!
anyway. I was asked to sign a confidentiality agreement at work today. It turns out that the only way I can get access to the database that I need, because I am covering for someone who quit!, is to sign this form. Whatever. I was wondering when it would happen. In my new position I am hearing way too much financial gossip. gotta write that shit down. In case you haven't guessed I have been moved from my rather tedious position to one that requires I pay attention!! fuckers!
On top of all this, the Rhode Island International FIlm Festival program is finally finished. I am sooo over that mother fucker.
this all brings me back to the fact that I am over booked! I finally emailed some people that I had agreed to help and said, "you know what, I don't think so!" fuck em, I am extremely over that shit! the summer is going to be over and my ass will have spent it schlepping for bitches! hell no.
god damn it! now they are playing fuckin Starship! Hey, I love Mannequin as much as anyone. Meshach Taylor represents the gay man in all of us but seriously. Someone had to stop them from playing music.
okay, this is over. my night is ruined. to bed and Harry Potter!
keep quiet you sickos!
names
Thursday, June 16, 2005
working at the PI
I have figured out that I can spend downtime at work adding to my blog. There will probably be more posting going on! Till I get busted by the man. But I figure as the temp I shouldn't be expected to work that hard. seriously.
I am currently shlogging my way through Marx's Capital. By way of contrast, I am also re-reading the Potter series in anticipation of the new book and the next film. I'm kinda regretting not submitting a paper for the Harry Potter conference that will be at Salem this fall. I was going to write something about queer harry potter. All those closets and dual worlds. Seemed appropriate. but the deadline fell around the same time as all of my other deadlines and that one just didn't seem important. oh well. The head of my department is giving the keynote speech. I'll post the URL when I think of it. I kinda forgot.
but back to Marx. I am thinking about the fetishisation of art. For Marx, the commodity is a fetish, something that culture has created a desire for. William Pietz, whose "Fetishism and Materialism" I am currently reading on the train, reads Marx as believing that capital is a species of fetish: a factory machine, a wheat field, a pension fund which are viewed as "capital" by accountants and political economists are fetishes. I really enjoy this bit considering where I am working!
Now on to a personal fetish, Pink Floyd is reuniting for SIR Bob and his magical concerts for self promotion. I had the pleasure of seeing Pink Floyd (the new slimmed down version sans Roger) in the late eighties and it was one of the most spectacular experiences of my young life. Lets hope a tour arises out of this.
On a side note, Bob is being sued by the other members of the boomtown rats for back royalties. I guess he has been a bit busy.
okay, back to the corporate grind.
names.
I am currently shlogging my way through Marx's Capital. By way of contrast, I am also re-reading the Potter series in anticipation of the new book and the next film. I'm kinda regretting not submitting a paper for the Harry Potter conference that will be at Salem this fall. I was going to write something about queer harry potter. All those closets and dual worlds. Seemed appropriate. but the deadline fell around the same time as all of my other deadlines and that one just didn't seem important. oh well. The head of my department is giving the keynote speech. I'll post the URL when I think of it. I kinda forgot.
but back to Marx. I am thinking about the fetishisation of art. For Marx, the commodity is a fetish, something that culture has created a desire for. William Pietz, whose "Fetishism and Materialism" I am currently reading on the train, reads Marx as believing that capital is a species of fetish: a factory machine, a wheat field, a pension fund which are viewed as "capital" by accountants and political economists are fetishes. I really enjoy this bit considering where I am working!
Now on to a personal fetish, Pink Floyd is reuniting for SIR Bob and his magical concerts for self promotion. I had the pleasure of seeing Pink Floyd (the new slimmed down version sans Roger) in the late eighties and it was one of the most spectacular experiences of my young life. Lets hope a tour arises out of this.
On a side note, Bob is being sued by the other members of the boomtown rats for back royalties. I guess he has been a bit busy.
okay, back to the corporate grind.
names.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
bad, bad, bad gay films
oh dear. spent the evening wading through some submissions for the film festival. Once again, I can't believe how bad gay films can be. On an up note the Ethan Green film was cute. A little miscast a times. One character who was supposed to be the hot young twink was certainly not. I don't think even drunk, creepy old guys at the Eagle would have thought so. I also discovered a group of local filmmakers who are making queer horror films! Excitement she wrote! They certainly aren't great films, in fact they can be placed in the same realm as the soft-core films on skin-a-max. but there is a certain campy amusement in watching muscle queens try to act and pretend to be dead. I saw many a fluttering eye on a "dead" person. I am tempted to contact them and join them in their bad filmmaking!
More gay films to follow this evening!
On a side note Batman opens this evening, or should I say tomorrow morning? Speaking of gay films! hunky hunky Christian Bale!! it can't be any worse than Joel Schumacher's disastrously queer Batman films. not that I minded seeing Chris O'Donnell wrapped in leather with big fake nipples, not at all!
On a decidedly more intellectual note I have begun the rather arduous process of applying for overseas scholarships. Good times are ahead!!
later,
names.
More gay films to follow this evening!
On a side note Batman opens this evening, or should I say tomorrow morning? Speaking of gay films! hunky hunky Christian Bale!! it can't be any worse than Joel Schumacher's disastrously queer Batman films. not that I minded seeing Chris O'Donnell wrapped in leather with big fake nipples, not at all!
On a decidedly more intellectual note I have begun the rather arduous process of applying for overseas scholarships. Good times are ahead!!
later,
names.
Friday, June 10, 2005
yow! time flies!
okay...so time has flown. It is literally a month since my last post. So much has happened that I wonder if it is worth the trouble bringing those out there up to date.
It is now post Star Wars, but pre Batman Returns. post end of the semester but pre-fall (a very good thing) and I am working, earning an almost livable wage.
I feel like I should take a moment and reflect upon the Deleuze conference. Perhaps the greatest thing I walked with was a sense of my own strength in navigating Deleuze. I understood about 60% of what was said. believe me, that is quite an accomplishment. Not to toot my own horn, I owe it all to the fabulous D.N.R. He is teaching an early cinema and philosophy class in the fall that I am quite psyched about. Although there is some paranoia about my final paper. I think it might have sucked. I did say that about my last paper for him and I got an A. however, this is different. I really didn't spend the amount of time I should have on it. very rushed. It was an analysis of Alain Resnais "Providence" which I really enjoyed. It was actually too much to write about. If you haven't seen that film, go and see it!
I have notes from the conference for who wish further elaboration. On the very same weekend I was a panel moderator for the Media in Transition conference. I moderated the discussion on music and subcultures which in retrospect seems rather a misnomer. I gather that the "subculture" title refers to the fact that each paper referred to either a queer male genre, an African-American genre, or musicals in general. Which is not to say that the papers didn't warrant discussion but rather the framing device did them a disservice. We had a decent turnout for 10:30 on a chilly Sunday morning.
The following Monday we all gave out thesis presentations. I spent most of the day fine tuning my powerpoint presentation. Half listened to the other people giving their schpiels. Most were surprisingly interesting. But I really didn't pay attention. I changed my topic in the last two weeks and so was racing my ass towards the finish line of 6:30pm. I needn't have worried. I actually had enough material to spend an hour talking. The best crit I got from the department head said "I have no idea what you are talking about, almost no interest in the subject, but am totally fascinated!" so there you go. whoopi-de-do!
I'm trying not to be bitter but god damn it, I am. I plan on writing most of this fucker this summer and finish a semester early. deciding not to listen to anyone in my department was the smartest thing I have done so far. I got really tired of being the square peg attempting to fit myself into their round hole.
I really had fun writing my thesis proposal. It was interested to me, engaging. Isn't that the way it should work?
Flash forward a couple of weeks. I am temping at Putnam Investments. I have a great schedule despite the fact that it doesn't leave me much time to go to the gym. and my supervisor said I could work on my thesis when there isn't other work to do!
I spent this afternoon printing out material for a post-graduate program abroad. If luck is with me I will be spending next year at Oxford. with someone else paying!!
oh man, enough for tonight.
names.
It is now post Star Wars, but pre Batman Returns. post end of the semester but pre-fall (a very good thing) and I am working, earning an almost livable wage.
I feel like I should take a moment and reflect upon the Deleuze conference. Perhaps the greatest thing I walked with was a sense of my own strength in navigating Deleuze. I understood about 60% of what was said. believe me, that is quite an accomplishment. Not to toot my own horn, I owe it all to the fabulous D.N.R. He is teaching an early cinema and philosophy class in the fall that I am quite psyched about. Although there is some paranoia about my final paper. I think it might have sucked. I did say that about my last paper for him and I got an A. however, this is different. I really didn't spend the amount of time I should have on it. very rushed. It was an analysis of Alain Resnais "Providence" which I really enjoyed. It was actually too much to write about. If you haven't seen that film, go and see it!
I have notes from the conference for who wish further elaboration. On the very same weekend I was a panel moderator for the Media in Transition conference. I moderated the discussion on music and subcultures which in retrospect seems rather a misnomer. I gather that the "subculture" title refers to the fact that each paper referred to either a queer male genre, an African-American genre, or musicals in general. Which is not to say that the papers didn't warrant discussion but rather the framing device did them a disservice. We had a decent turnout for 10:30 on a chilly Sunday morning.
The following Monday we all gave out thesis presentations. I spent most of the day fine tuning my powerpoint presentation. Half listened to the other people giving their schpiels. Most were surprisingly interesting. But I really didn't pay attention. I changed my topic in the last two weeks and so was racing my ass towards the finish line of 6:30pm. I needn't have worried. I actually had enough material to spend an hour talking. The best crit I got from the department head said "I have no idea what you are talking about, almost no interest in the subject, but am totally fascinated!" so there you go. whoopi-de-do!
I'm trying not to be bitter but god damn it, I am. I plan on writing most of this fucker this summer and finish a semester early. deciding not to listen to anyone in my department was the smartest thing I have done so far. I got really tired of being the square peg attempting to fit myself into their round hole.
I really had fun writing my thesis proposal. It was interested to me, engaging. Isn't that the way it should work?
Flash forward a couple of weeks. I am temping at Putnam Investments. I have a great schedule despite the fact that it doesn't leave me much time to go to the gym. and my supervisor said I could work on my thesis when there isn't other work to do!
I spent this afternoon printing out material for a post-graduate program abroad. If luck is with me I will be spending next year at Oxford. with someone else paying!!
oh man, enough for tonight.
names.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Deleuze, Media In Transition, Beer
oh the monday after a long crazy weekend. Its pretty amazing when Monday becomes recovery day!
So this weekend entailed two conferences, two bars, Star Wars tickets, and the Clone Wars. not bad for a simple Fri, Sat, Sun.
Friday...
Day one of both conferences. I started at the Media In Transition (MIT4) registering with K, then lunch and a meeting concerning my thesis project. the meeting went well but was a little overwhelming. I think I might be in for some work. maybe a whole lot of work. Terrifying. the good part is that everytime I sit and work on it I get excited. not a bad thing. much better then my previous topic which was simply a chore.
Then headed out to H for the other conference.
The first speaker started off fascinating but he had one of those monotone voices that induces sleep. I dozed several times. Could have been the numerous references to Kierkegaard and Pascal. snooooozzzzzzzz! Which is too bad because he made several interesting mentions of Bersonism in relation to Kierkegaard. One of those, "let me read your paper and stop reading it to me" moments.
oh crap. I have to run. today is thesis proposal presentation day. I am nowhere near being finished.
later,
So this weekend entailed two conferences, two bars, Star Wars tickets, and the Clone Wars. not bad for a simple Fri, Sat, Sun.
Friday...
Day one of both conferences. I started at the Media In Transition (MIT4) registering with K, then lunch and a meeting concerning my thesis project. the meeting went well but was a little overwhelming. I think I might be in for some work. maybe a whole lot of work. Terrifying. the good part is that everytime I sit and work on it I get excited. not a bad thing. much better then my previous topic which was simply a chore.
Then headed out to H for the other conference.
The first speaker started off fascinating but he had one of those monotone voices that induces sleep. I dozed several times. Could have been the numerous references to Kierkegaard and Pascal. snooooozzzzzzzz! Which is too bad because he made several interesting mentions of Bersonism in relation to Kierkegaard. One of those, "let me read your paper and stop reading it to me" moments.
oh crap. I have to run. today is thesis proposal presentation day. I am nowhere near being finished.
later,
Friday, May 06, 2005
whatever happened to Jody Watley?
ahhh coffee in the morning and Jody Watley cranking on the TV. Can a morning get any better? She really was a hottie. Doing male drag and shit! and this was what, 1990?
God! Vh1 followed Jody with Wet, Wet, Wet! what the fuck was this band thinking? English people create some fucked up bands. Does anyone remember Bros? with the twin albino-looking brothers? They rode the initial Kyle Minogue pop wave. maybe they didn't get to America. They certainly subjected Australia to their crap-pop.
Anyway. yesterday was spent making strides on my thesis proposal. that and doing laundry, going to the gym and ending at the B-side for treats. A reward for creating something out of nothing!
I have the feeling I am writing a book not a "masters thesis." It is growing and growing beyond my initial idea.
hilarious website of the day:
http://www.superdickery.com/dick/1.html
Sorry I haven't figured out how to do a hotlink on this thing so just copy and paste people.
Its not that hard.
more later. off to spend the day with Deleuze. half in french, half in english. should be interesting. I don't understand french.
Cartman quote of the day, "French people piss me off."
later.
God! Vh1 followed Jody with Wet, Wet, Wet! what the fuck was this band thinking? English people create some fucked up bands. Does anyone remember Bros? with the twin albino-looking brothers? They rode the initial Kyle Minogue pop wave. maybe they didn't get to America. They certainly subjected Australia to their crap-pop.
Anyway. yesterday was spent making strides on my thesis proposal. that and doing laundry, going to the gym and ending at the B-side for treats. A reward for creating something out of nothing!
I have the feeling I am writing a book not a "masters thesis." It is growing and growing beyond my initial idea.
hilarious website of the day:
http://www.superdickery.com/dick/1.html
Sorry I haven't figured out how to do a hotlink on this thing so just copy and paste people.
Its not that hard.
more later. off to spend the day with Deleuze. half in french, half in english. should be interesting. I don't understand french.
Cartman quote of the day, "French people piss me off."
later.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
repeats
okay, I wrote this late last night. I attempted to post it twice! now is seems that things are posting. hurrah!
I am tempted to re-write but I like the fact that I am "re-animating" a frame of mind from several hours past.
cheers!
back again. its been a while. not an easy couple of weeks. To call it an existential crisis would be an understatement.
Things seem to have worked themselves out for the time being at least.
Several issues had to be dealt with over the past several days.
1. Thesis proposal due (and I have changed subjects several times)
2. Finish up the detail crap from the conference 2 weeks ago
3. Lame job which sorely needed to be quit and so it was
4. General anger at humanity
5. sick (stupid allergies)
6. FUNDING for next semester!
#6 was the doosy. the stress and aggravation won't get much coverage here. I have vowed not to make this site one of vitriol and ranting. I promised.
A thesis subject has been decided upon. I gave my 10 minute pitch before the co-director of the program. Made me feel quite confident. Of course he could have been simply nodding just to get my crazy ass out of his office. I'll take this opportunity to be optomistic...for a change! Anything to survive the next two weeks.
Having dinner and drinks with W, who happens to be a major component in my thesis theory helped quite a bit as well.
On top of that a subject for the final Deleuze paper has been almost reached. I am toying with the idea of investigating his theory of the flashback in film with relation to Bergson's notions of the way in which memory works. Focusing primarily on Alain Resnais film "Providence."
Had a guest speaker in today's final class. Felice Frankel. She is a science photographer. Her work was beautiful. yet she kept reiterating the fact that she didn't see herself as an artist. I found it to be rather confusing. Perhaps she feels she has to take the stance of a "documentor" of a factual science practice and is not actively creating something? Check out her site below.
http://web.mit.edu/felicef/
Still struggling with the idea of memory and film. well not so much with film in particular but the notion of memory in general and how film chooses to represent it.
C came by this evening. thankfully bringing treats! up late. Felt guilty about not blogging. In the face of C, how could I not? He spends quite a bit of time on his. And lo...here I am again.
goodnight.
I am tempted to re-write but I like the fact that I am "re-animating" a frame of mind from several hours past.
cheers!
back again. its been a while. not an easy couple of weeks. To call it an existential crisis would be an understatement.
Things seem to have worked themselves out for the time being at least.
Several issues had to be dealt with over the past several days.
1. Thesis proposal due (and I have changed subjects several times)
2. Finish up the detail crap from the conference 2 weeks ago
3. Lame job which sorely needed to be quit and so it was
4. General anger at humanity
5. sick (stupid allergies)
6. FUNDING for next semester!
#6 was the doosy. the stress and aggravation won't get much coverage here. I have vowed not to make this site one of vitriol and ranting. I promised.
A thesis subject has been decided upon. I gave my 10 minute pitch before the co-director of the program. Made me feel quite confident. Of course he could have been simply nodding just to get my crazy ass out of his office. I'll take this opportunity to be optomistic...for a change! Anything to survive the next two weeks.
Having dinner and drinks with W, who happens to be a major component in my thesis theory helped quite a bit as well.
On top of that a subject for the final Deleuze paper has been almost reached. I am toying with the idea of investigating his theory of the flashback in film with relation to Bergson's notions of the way in which memory works. Focusing primarily on Alain Resnais film "Providence."
Had a guest speaker in today's final class. Felice Frankel. She is a science photographer. Her work was beautiful. yet she kept reiterating the fact that she didn't see herself as an artist. I found it to be rather confusing. Perhaps she feels she has to take the stance of a "documentor" of a factual science practice and is not actively creating something? Check out her site below.
http://web.mit.edu/felicef/
Still struggling with the idea of memory and film. well not so much with film in particular but the notion of memory in general and how film chooses to represent it.
C came by this evening. thankfully bringing treats! up late. Felt guilty about not blogging. In the face of C, how could I not? He spends quite a bit of time on his. And lo...here I am again.
goodnight.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
One more thing
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.
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.
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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